The evening world. Newspaper, July 1, 1922, Page 9

By Nain Grute. ‘k Evening World), Prose Publishing: Compady. OOTS"” and “Girl- fe,” married less than a year, had @ little conjugal spat one morning and “Toots” left the house in something of a without observing the cus- Ceremonial rite of the good- ‘When “Toots,” after a day forebodings, returned con- the outraged love nest, only and the canary were there to le home. “Girlie had gone, and baggage—back to Pa and Ma. - “Toots,” that ts to say, Albert H. Marshall of Cincinnati, just turned twenty-nine, and loving his young @nd beautiful wife like an unquench- able conflagration, got her on the telu- phone and begged her to come back. refused. This was the fourth in the course of their brief mar- life that she had left him, and this time, she informed him, the sep- ‘ration was going to take. Albert got her on the phone again— and again and again, many times, Sometimes she refused to talk to him. ‘When she did it was always to sing "Good-bye Forever " ° Married Man, put i Marshall's ' loved ador- Clara distraction, al. most to distinction, suppose you loved 80 much that every moment with- out her hurt like a stab wound. Sup- Dose that to all your pleadings and protestations she turned an ear as eat as the miser’s heart to charity, even hanging up the telephone ro- celver on you. And suppose, to add a final poignancy to your misery, she sued you for divorci would you do? Would you try to win/her back by renewed aitempts &t honeyed conciliation? Or would you, ike the caveman of old, 9 boldly forth in your husbandly might and grab her off by force and coer- cion? Grab her off by force snd violence is what Caveman Albert did to tender ‘and bewitching Clara. And thereby hangs this tale. Clara Schawe, petted and red daushter of William B. Dittman Shoe Company and the Feputed possessor of a scowful of iron- men ‘largely acquired during the World War by shoeing Uncle Sam's kit-packers, was married last July to . Marshall, a young amuse- ment promoter, proprietor of the Toadstool Inn, where jazz ana shaky Terpsichore beguile the electric- lighted hours, and of the Grand Dan- it, @ spacious hall in the Grand @::. House building, where nightly is plenty of the same, every- body said It was a fine match, a splen- id match, one bound to be successful. But {t wasn't. “Girlie,” as she had jown to her friends ever since hood, had ideas of her own husband's duty. She didn't idea of Albert, known to her and to familiars as ‘Toots, be- ing a so much at night. Why couldn't he be home with her—or out with her, as the case might be? Al- bert explained that it was because the Peculiar nature of lis business wouldn't let him; he had to keep his eye on his dancing plants. But that didn't satisfy “Girlie,” who, as she set forth later in her petition for divorcee, found other grievances against him, accusing him of jealousy and of having an ungovernable temper. By Easter the coupic had her as to Uke’ only to make up each a With ‘Three: Other Men He Invaded Club Where She Was Playing Golf, Carried Her Off in High-Powered Car- i Albert H. Marshall’s Caveman Tactics Only Landed Him in Court, and Mrs. Marshall Will Never, Never ForgiveHim! time and try it again. And on Eastershe haf fought her husband off untfl Monday, April 10, occurred that un- forgettable and unforgivable atrocity house with a dash of water in the of the omitted goodby kiss. Smart- ing under this unparalleled cruelty, Clara wiped the slate clean, fled home to the parental roof and sued Albert for divorce, After Albert had scored nothing but ® bunch of goose eggs in his attempts to prevail upon his wife over the tele- Phone to consent to a reconciliation, at least to a personal interview to talk their troubles over, he hooked up with the idea of the caveman stunt. Thus it came about that on a day in June of the kind the poet has sung as perfect—for the purposes of the record the 16th, Clara Marshall had an experience that will linger in her mind an inexplicable exclamation point and an unanswerable interrogation mark... On the morning of that day she was Playing golf on the links of the ex- clusive Maketewah Country Club with Mrs. Louis J. Hauck and other women friends, when in through a near- by gateway there chugged a long, low, piratical-looking craft in the form of a high-powered automobt manned by four men. Mrs. Marshall, poised for a stroke, dropped her brassie, in midair, for among the men in the car, which came to a halt a few feet away, she recognized her husband. Marshall and two of his companions leaped from the car, leaving the fourth man at the wheel with the engine r’arin’ to go. They boldly ap- proached her. Two of them setzed her. She screamed; she screamed again, again, and while her women women companions and their caddies stood agape with astonishment, she Was carried shrieking and struggling to the automobile, bundled in and borne away. Cireling the golf course to the op- posite side where, at another entrance, @ second car was parked, the kidnap- pers stopped, but only for a moment. ‘Two of the men—the two who helped Marshall with the seizure of his wife and whose identity has not yet been established—got into the waiting car and drove away. Marshall, with his wife all but fainting at his side in the rear seat, directed his chauffeur to “step on her" and sped away west through Ohio and Indiana villages and into the hills in the southeastern part of the Hoosier State. Meanwhile telephones were sizzling in the club house back at the golf course. Papa Schawe was notified, and Mamma Schawe and Mrs. Mar- shall's attorney, Froome Morris, and the police, with the result that in less than an hour telegrams were flying hither and yon imploring the appre- hension of the kidnappers and the rescue of their victim. Mr. Schawe called in the aid of a horde of private detectives and announced that he would spare no expense to find and rescue his daughter and punish her abductors. In the midst of the laying of plans by these sleuths for a country-wide search, William Schawe jr., answer- ing at 9 o'clock in the evening :. tele- phone call at the Schawe home, No. 995 Lenox Place, Bond Hill, } :ard the voice of his kidnapped sister saying in weak and faltering tones that she had escaped from her husband and was sheltered in a farm house at Magnesia Springs, Ind., waiting to be brought home. She said that no sooner had her husband got her stowed away at his side in the automobile ian ne began pleading with her to dismiss the divorce suit and return to him, punctuating his beseechings, cespite the presence of the chauffeur, with frequent manifestations of ardent affection, The young wife said that But she had fainted. Revived at a farm face, supplemented by a stimulant supplied by a physician who was hur- riedly summoned from the nearest town, Harrison, O., she said she was again embarked in the automobile, where the struggle with her husband was repeated. In her desperate efforts to escape she told her home folk her clothing was torn, she was bruised and she had found blood spots on the white shirt waist which she wore as part of her golfing costume, Seizing a fortunate opportunity, a aid she ha descaped from her hus- band and had made her way to the farm house from which she was now telephoning. Summoning the family physician, Dr. R. R. Wilkinson, and a squad of private detectives, the latter to guard against any attempt to recapture his sister, the brother sped away to Mag- nesia Springs and returned at one o'clock in the morning with Mrs. Marshall in a state of hysteria. After being attended by the doctor, the dis- tracted woman was put to bed, where she remained nearly a week fighting off a threatened nervous collapse. The day after the seizure of Mrs, Marshall her father swore out war- rants for the arrest of his son-in-law and the chauffeur, George D. Mac- Marshall, charging them with kid- naping. Marshall, after spend. ing Saturday and Sunday at the summer home of his at torney, John Cowell, at Miamitown, Ohio, on the Big Miami River, drove into Cincinnati on Monday and gave himself up. The chauffeur was captured a week later. It was only when this man was taken into cus- tody that it was learned that the kid- napping was preceded the day before by an unsuccessful attempt, when, according to MacDunham, Marshall had him accompany him to the links “to pick up his wife’—but wifey, it O————————— appears, the elusive noted that now only “Toots shaving, hirsute fav. certain low Picton that Where the Kidnappi Took Place, ad automobile explained cause his razor slipped while he was amputating a cause the mustuc Parable damas« Be that as it may, a didn't happen to be chasing golf ball that day, When Marshall surrendered it was where erstwhile had flour- ished a downy mustache there was clean-scraped blankness, that it was be- part of his orite and rendering advis- able the shaving off of the rest In the interest of rv scullne pulchritude; but lifes had a shrewd sus- it have been be- id suffered trre- he scuffling in the follo the kidnaping. 4 not that it matters shall 2 much as a whisper, Mar- bail for a hearing on the following Monday and went gayly on His dansant way, lingering only long enough to say to a reporter: “T love my wife, and that Is the only excuse I can offer for my silly act. I know now that I should have used other methods to induce her to become reconciled to me. But she re- fused steadily to talk with me, and [ was determined to make one last effort to see her, I had not intended to return to Cincinnat! for two months,” he went on, ‘but when I learned that a war- rant had been issued I came right back. I hardly believe I can be sent to prison on this charge, because there was no intention on my part to com. mit a crime. A man Is likely to do foolish things for the woman he loves, Tam If Mrs. wants to send me to jail, she so with the full knowledge what I did was®done solely be- of my affection for her, George D, MacDunham, who ts accused of the kidnaping along with me, is a former employee of mine. He drove the car on the morning we went » the golf links—did It as a favor to jie, The other two men were picked and that is what I have done. ready to face the music, Marsh: will do th Te Teor | Wain v8, Gory up by me at the Latonla race track. They saw I was despondent and of. fered to help me out of any trouble I was in, They disappeared immedi- ately after I had my wife in the car with me, The only part that Mac- Dunham played in the affair was to drive the car and help me lift my wife's feet into the machine.”* When the hearing came on and his wife, wearing a modest dark cape and 4 small ‘straw turban, took the stand to tell her story, Marshall gazed at her with eyes full of wistfulness. But she did not even look at him. Toying nervously with the tassels of her cape she recounted the details of the kid- napping and her subsequent expert ences with a directness and a simplic ity that left no doubt in my mind us to the accuracy of her recital. “After Mr, Marshall, with the help of his friends," she said, ‘had seized me, placed me in the car and started away I began to fight, and { fought all the way. When we came to crossing in Carthage I heard the noise of a train, Instantly I realized the danger, for we were going seventy- five miles an hour. I struggled to get free and leap from the car and shouted to the driver, ‘We'll all be killed.’ "* The car whizzed across in front of BUK ba the train, missing disaster by the breadth of @ hair. Mrs. Marshall told in detail the story of her fainting, of her husband reviving her with the aid of a phy- siclan, and of her escape. She re- vived, she said, in a farmhouse at Logan, Ind. After the doctor had gone, her husband offere@ to send her 7 back home with the chauffeur. But when they started Marshall himself was at the wheel and she was beside him. At Magnesia Springs, she said, while the car was stalled momentarily, she saw an opportunity to leap out, did so, Continuing she said: ‘Grab her, Mac,’ my husband called to the chauffeur ‘Don't lay hands on me,’ I commanded. ‘Haven't you done enough to me already to. day? I started down the road. My husband started to follow me. I told him not to dare to come near me, tHe turned back, and I found refuge at a nearby farmhouse and a chance to telephone home." Recounting her husband's attempts to patch up peace with her before he resorted to caveran tactics, Slra, a“? While ek Se Com- Panions Stood Agape With Astonishment She Was Car- \ ried Shrieking and Struggling \ to the Automobile, Marshall told about an expensive boy- quet he sent her. “I threw it into the ash can,” she said with a toss of her head. Marshall took the stand and denied that he had any intention of harming his wife or of permanently detaining her. He reiterated that his sole pur- pose in carrying her off was to get @ chance to talk with her. In submitting the case to the court Mr. Cowell, Marshall's attorney, pleaded the right of a 4uvhand to control the person and actions of a wife, quoting copiously from tne Old restament to support his contention, The City Prosecutor, Chiuneey Pichel, however, pointed ou’ that quite a lot of water had passed over the dam since those crude oli days and that we are now dving in @ civilized era, one that does ut tole erate dark age tactics," Alexander took a ~mnilar Judge view, In binding Marshall over to the Jury in $10,000 bail he shar. acterized his act in kidnapping oe wife as “an outrage of 1a met kind," and commented on ine (eet that here was a case the like of «neh had never, sv far as he was Int na.ed, come up In a court before. Marshall accepted the ver ‘ir: with apparent calmness, His attornyy sa- nounced that tf case would be game ried to the highest court. ow as