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Show Woman Was Slowly Starving b Death Hence Did Not Think It Wrong; to Toko Something Not Belong-i Belong-i ing to Hor. NEW YORK, Nov. 12. "I do not think It was wrong to take something that did not belong to me I mean when I was starving to death do you?" and the round checks flushed as Mabel Dayman, Day-man, so eager lo be a theatrical star In New York that she left her 'good home somewhere In the Wcsl, sank down upon up-on her cot In the Tombo prison and wept. Charged with the theft of a fur boa valued at $-15, she was held for trial In the Jefferson Market Police court and then sent to the Tombs. "Oh, I don't mean that," sine contlnr ued. "I mean New York was so cold and hard. Everywhere I wont they laughed at me and told me to go home." She wept softly. "My family didn't want me to go on the stage. They all paid It would end like this. No, I haven't a lawyer; I am Just going to let fate do what It will. I have tried to bo good and honest. Starving to Death. "For three weeks I lived on next to nothing. Then Saturday came. Tho rent was due. I had no food for two days and the city seemed to bo trying to kill me. I went down to the managers' man-agers' ofllces on Broadway again. I thought If I would be gay and happy-looking happy-looking that someone would give me work. But they laughed and joked with me Just as they did for three months, and told me to come again. "Oh, I was po hungry and I couldn't go back to my room. So I walked around trying to plan some way of getting money, for everything I had was in pawn. Then I went Into the store. I didn't know what I wanted to do, but then it dawned on me that I might get work If I had money to hold out, so I took the boa. I knew that with it I could pay my rent and live a few days longer and perhaps get work; then I would pay for the boa. In Sort of a Dnze. "This Is what I got for it," she continued, con-tinued, brokenly. "Why. I am In a sort of daze. Every little while I ask myself If I am awake. I don't seem to be. No. Dayman Is not my name. But I shall never, never let my people know what becomes of me. The disgrace would be awful out home. I have a big brother oh, how I wish he were here! "Why. did I come to New York? Well, I used to attend the matinees out home, and I got a chance In a small part with a one-nlght-stand company. And I got a lot of nice notices, and I Just planned to come to New York and ask Mr. Frohman for an engagement as a leading lead-ing lady. I saved money, and last Au gust I came. Mr. Frohman wouldn't see me. Thoy didn't need any leading ladles, the office boy said. Then I went to a lot of more agents, and they all had leading ladles already. Every Ono Laughed. "Then I tried for anything. And everybody laughed and told me to come again. They would Pit and talk with me, but never gave me an engagement. "Once a nice old -man. Col. Brown, told me that there were thousands of girls trained ones, too trying and not getting Jobs, and that It was a hard season and that I had better go home. Mrs. Packard told me the same thing. Then I felt hopeless and the city seemed just crushing me. And" then Saturday Sat-urday came the day when I was oh, why didn't I die before that happened to me!" And the girl who dreamed of being a great star sank down upon the only thing the big city had ever given her an Iron cot and wept bitterly. |