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i Mary Page, actress, is accused of
xtiurder of James Pollock and is defended
py her lover, Philip Langdon. Pollock
was intoxicated. Ax Mary's trial she admits
she had the revolver. ]Ier maid
testifies that Mary threatened Pollock
with it previously, and Mary's leading j
man implicates I^angdon. How Mary dis- j
appeared from the scene of the crime is a
mystery. Brandon tells of a strange hand :
print he saw on Mary's shoulder. Further \
Evidence shows that horror of drink pro- !
duces temporary insanity in Mary. The !
defense is "repressed psychosis." Witnesses
describe Mary's flight from her intoxicated
father and her father's suicide.
Niirsf. Walton describes the kidnapinj? of
iMarv by Pollock and Amy Barton tells i
Of Mary's struggles to become an actress j
and Pollock's pursuit of her. There is ;
evidence that Daniels. Mary's manager, j
threatened Pollock. Mary faints on the
etand and again goes insane when a po- J
liceman offers her whisky. Daniels testifies
that Pollock threatened to kill Mary
and Langrdon and actually attempted to
kill the latter.
j IN THE ALLEY
II WITNESS room, like an ocean[
. LI liner, begets strange friend A
J V ships in its enforced intir
i- I macy, and also has this in
common with the great ships, that
those who come on deck only toward
Bthe close of a stormy passage, find
themselves unreasonably ostracized by
their fellow passengers who have been
daily sharing the excitement of the
m Toy age. Thus the three newcomers
among the witnesses in the trial of
Mary Page were left sitting primly on
W a bench close to the door while the in?ongnr
- ? bnt friendly group pf those
r ' WUU USU (UiCSUJ icovwivu I
W the window.
B The trio themselves were oddly conb
glomerate?a burly man hi what were
B obviously, his best clothes, with a colW
kr a size too small and a buxom worn1
an whose flushed face looked out from
B under a marvelous purple bonnet Her
W hands were encased in very large
white cotton gloves and she held back
j^ibef skirts aggressively from contact
nrlth the short and elaborate gown of
Be over-dressed, tired-looking woman
|^^HRhose face was pasty with powder
BRd hard with rouge.
[Al] of the witnesses, for that matter, j
from the little bell-hop to Mrs. Page
herself, surveyed this last coiner with
disapproval: and Amy declared succinctly
that if "Mr. Langdon put
THAT on the witness stand?it would
be GOOD NIGHT!"
L Langdon. however, greeted her with
m warmth that .more than overbalf
Mkieed their chilliness, and his welcome
^Ro the other man and woman was
^equally enthusiastic. To him. the presfcenee
of these three was a triumph. It
I Iaeaut t^lat lie succee^e^ where
Hthe police had failed, and that he had
y still another surprise to spring upon
^^Hthe jury in ibis most astounding trial.
^ Some hint of all this crept into his
!one lending it a new. almost boyish
tote, when, at the beginning of the
lay's proceedings, he rose and said:
"Your Honor, and Gentlemen of the
uiy: Ever since the beginning of this
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tery. The state has admitted its inability
to offer evidence on this mooted
subject, and therefore I crave the
indulgence of the court to digress from
pirect proceedings this morning, to
show you where and how Mary Page
spent those hours between the death
I "That would be good night!''
f James Pollock and her surrender to
iie law on tlie following morning!''
"What!" Tlie startled exclamation 1
1 . x . TiJ, I
Iras wrung invoiuiiuuuv ,i.ivm tuv ?si*- .
bict Attorney as Lie half rose from his !
Lair, but it was drowned in the stir !
t excitement tliat swept through tlx)'
Ltire room. For this had indeed 1
gnooted question and a decidedly |
Pre point with the Prosecutor?the i
thereabouts of Mary during those
ours immediately following the mur-1
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"Miss Page." continued Langdon
when rhe Judge's gavel had re.srorod
ordor. "did not herself know exactly
what was happening. As always follows
an attack of repressed psychosis,
the mind of the sufferer was like Thar
of a patient coming out of other?a
flash of recollection and a stretch of
blank unconsciousness: th< ofore. it is
not until now that I have succeeded in
piecing together the story of that night,
and I shall call as my lirst witness.
Kate proved to be the?buxom woman
in the purple bonnet who grave her acre
as "round about thirty-five" and her
occupation as "a cook, and a good one"
to the delighted amusement of the
"Miss O'Neill." said Langdon after
the preliminary questions, "you say
you are a cook. Where were you last
? " - * ' TITrtf
"In the Doarain-nouse m iui?. >?aison."
she answered with a strong Hi
bernian accent; "And the very ould
divil of a job it was, too!"
"That is on the same street as the
Hotel Republic, is it not?"
"Sure! and it's but two doors away,
and what wid the dancin' and the music
goin' on t^iere, and the phonygrapb
at the Club back, 'tis never a quiet
moment we had the whole night
"But your duties at the boardinghouse
kept you up pretty late, anyway,
"Sure an' they did then. What with
hot bread two days a week, and me
cake-bakin', I set up every night till
"Now, Kate," Langdon's voice was
very friendly, almost coaxing, in fact.
"1 want yon to tell me if yon ever went
out into the alley or street that ran
back of the boarding-house late at
"Go on wid you?" she retorted, bridling.
"Didn't I tell you that?"
"I know you told me, but I want yon
to teli the court You had a friend
who was watchman for the block,
didn't you? Denny by name."
"He was not me friend, he was me
finance!" she responded with dignity.
"And some nights when it would be
cold, and I had made mysel" a sup oi
hot tea or maybe coffee. I would take
a bit out to Denny. It's weary work
watching houses in the dark."
"Of course your mistress knew nothing
"Sure, and what would I tell that
ould snoopin' divil for? It weren't
none of her business!"
"On the night when James Pollock
was shot in the Hotel Republic, you
had been up late, had you not?"
T Krwl OAf /^Alinrh frtf
ICS, SUI. 1 uaa DCl iuc uvu^u iv?
bakin\ and seein' as how the fire was
hot. I thought I'd fix up a bite for Denny
when he made his rounds."
"Will you tell us please, what you
saw when you went to the back gate
with the?er?bite for Dennis?"
"Well. then, it was this way. 1
shlipped out and opened the gate, just
a bit at a time, for sometimes it would
get the ould Nick in it and squeak fer
all the lard we put on it. and I took a
look out fer Denny. There was a man
standin' in the shadows so near I could
have put my hand on him. but I knows
it wasn't my man by reason of the narrer
shoulders, so I stood waitin' fer
him to move on."
"Did be seem to be watching for
"Yes. sor. He was starin' up at the
Hotel Republic, and I thought he was
watchin' a man who was on the fireescape.
Then I decided it weren't a
man I saw. but just a shadder. and
suddenly a young lady, all dressed ur
in evenin'-clothes, climbs out of a winder
and starts down the fire-escape and
man sjjvs "Thank Gawd! She was
slow enough!' "
"Were you near enough to recognize
the young lady?"
"Not then, no sir. All I could see
was the shimmer of her dress and the
light on her face when she passed the
winders. She was walkin' kind ol
^ueer and unsteady, like as though she
might have been drunk or sick, and
when she reached the street she jusl
stood there dazed. She had no coal
nor hat and she was drawiif her breatfc
like a bit of a childer that's beer cry
"Did the man who was waiting speak
"Yes. lie said, 'Where in have
you been? I been waitin' a good half
hour. And believe me, this alley is nc
cozy corner to lounge in.' But the gir
didn't answer hi:u. Slie just leanec
against a wail and moaned like. Ai
that he t"ok hold ;!' Iter arm and shook
it and told her not to . ;t cold feet, thai
he ha(i it all fixed t<> git away safe
He called h - Sadie, but she didn't
seem to recognize me name imu
wouldn't go with liim. ^Then lie tool;
hold of her and dragged her alonj;
, right past me, su near I could have
I "Were you close enough to recognize
j Her then?"
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tHKaauaUK'.1L"j^.CmaSBEL^^=ffS3M2r3R ?* "
f "Yes. s?>r."
! "Was ii the* defendant. Mr.ry Pave:'
) "It was. <t>r. Tho^h she l< ?Ut"! ?i?r 1
: rililo siVk ami dhVeront. and t lie re \v:i:
j an awful lookin' hrui e <>n lier s!;<>uldei
like somebody had hurt her 1 ad."
j "Could you see where they went?"
"Yes. s<t. Sure ;i!??1 i ?ijppcu or.t rn<
gate ;uiu followed them a bit to set
where they would go. Hut tlicy stop
ped just beyond me on tlie alley ami
I the man gives a whistle. Just three
j notes, like it micht have been the echo
I of the band at the hotel, but somebody
| was listeiiiii" for it. and I heard a win
j der go up in one of the houses across
j the way.
I *4 A x. rs 4. f l?/v mnn CM T1 <TC? Allt 1 T\ fl
Al turn. LUC U1U1I >?U(i9 vm. -whisper.
'I got Sadie down here, let it
down quick.' Then I saw something
comin' down like a bit of white on the
end of a roj>e, and I could hear it slap,
slappin' the side of the house as it hit"
"Could you see what it was?"
"Not then, sor, except that it was
something on the end of a rope."
"Did the man say anything that you
ceald hear, to the girl?Miss Page?"
"Yes. He said, 'Larry is up there.
Htfs all right, but don't blab too much.
Then I looks up and I says nix, he's a
and don't give him a peep at the shin
Cnlrtoo till T haf't T tCATl't
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be long.' At that the girl seemed to
wake up, as if she was comin' out of a
dream, and she clutched at his arm
and began to cry. 'James!' she says.
'James Pollock!' And the man he
laughs. 'So that's what's eatin' you, is
it' he says. 'Well, fergit it My Gawd,
you ain't guilty just because you was
j ia the hotel. They can't connect it up
' ?T "? T'Ati m XT TTTAr/1 '
I WILLI y Uli. 1 JVU JLuj num. Vi*.
! thank God, thank God!' she whispers.
! and begins to cry harder than ever, and
the man shook her again. 'Cut out the
water works.' he says angrily, 'and get
into this seat, unless you want the
bulls to pull you in.'"
"What did he mean by 'this seat'?
j Could you see?"
j "Yes, sor. The rope that the man
|: had let down had a sort of a swing at
i ?ii/> nf it ond ho mnrlp thf? srirl sit
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| iu that, then he whistled again and the
| other man pulled her up and she disapi
pea red in a winder."
"What did the man do?"
"He waited till she was gone, then
j he went on down the street and round
'j the corner. Then I saw Denny comin'
!f op the other way and I went to meet
him, and I found he'd been watehin'
too. That was why I couldn't see him
I when I come to the gate."
? "That is all. thank you. Miss O'Neill,"
said Langdon: but the Judge leaned
I forward with an arresting gesture.
; "And having seen all this." be said
harshly, "didn't you read the papers
. the next morning? Didn't you see that
a girl was missing, or connect her in
> any way with the occurrences you had
"Well, I ain't savin* but what I had
> my suspicions," she admitted readily.
"Then why didn't you tell someoneV"
I "Huh!"' she retorted. "And let that
ould divil of a Mrs. Watson know 1
? - a vwl morl,A fririn'
. I was niet'llll Ut'iin.v nii\x iua.t uc
him a bite, and lose me job? I guess
"Then why," persisted his Honor,
"have you told now?"
"Sure, and it's me that's bein' married
this week, yer Honor, and I'm
! after lav in' Mrs. Watson last Satur'
j day," she said amid a stifled gale of
! mirth from spectators and jury alike,
i Even the prosecutor smiled, waiving
' his right to cross examine, for the 1110j
ment at least: and Langdon. with a
' ' t J.*
'j clieery enc<?ur;ti:iiii; nuu luwaiua
: | Mary. cal!e?l ilie second of liis three
Denny, whose collar seemed to have
: shrunk to even more torturing t:;ht:
ness during the interim of waiting.
r took his place on the stand with a
face the hue of his fiancee's bonnet,
t and cleared his throat noisily between
each sentence as if the linen band
s j I r:^"k were somehow \ Tessir. _r
Ills v<? :.i <
Ho was. headmitted. a pi iv::r<' wat- h
ninu w!;" had most of fU- UI<
tlielfoii'l Iv'i iiiiiic. :iim1 he y n:;t?l
I a visir t ? tli." !?;?< !: .-at<* "f the V,";-. i?n
i.<>a; (!.;i-r ~t* un< i* or i wk-u durinthe
< ')!!i*>c ??i' his rounds.
I J7<* \ ii'" 'i.il -ill i! i 11- t!ii> I.m' <>iM ( oil':
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had already t??ld. siiuv ho hit .si-if had j
| \vat<-hrd jroroedinus 1 r? in a dark oori
tier a little fiirt firr ah hilt the alk-y. ! u? I
j his account was amplified and iiiutv
\ ilf111:it?' as io detail.
* i>:<i .mi;;." asked Lantrdon. "knov.
I who resided in t!ic 1j<*;:-<> into whi !;
! the iri'! was lifted l?y means of the
j n?pe .s\vin:jV"
| "I did. sot*." ho answered. "It wa>
j barker's. t!to g-imblin' phiee. you know,
j sot*. They kop' if dark in Ike back and
in the front, but it was bright enough
j "Wore you watchman for that build
"No. sor. They bad their own man j
| to keep an eye out for the bulls, but it '
was iliat very night tlioy wore pulled
Tim. the policeman at the corner, had ;
wised me up to it only an hour before
" *Sti<k around. Denny,' says he.
there'll be bitr (loin's soon. They're
; 1:0 in' t : ? . !d Barker's.' sez ho. 'and I'll
i bet we pull ;; few big bugs, or my name '
j ! "> Iliuu.
"So I was kind of hangin* around
! waitin" when I see this other follow !
| posted in the alley. First oil. I sez. i
j he's a plain clothes man. Then I looks j
I at his feet and I says nix. he's a cum- 1
I shoe crook, and then the girl comes I
down the fire escape."
"When the girl had disappeared into
Barker's, what did you do?"
"I joined Katie and says to her, said
I. 'It's goin' to be a big night, and that j
rrlrl hoc inmno/1 nnt nf tha frvin* nnn !
?,11 i uu^ juiu^vu w* i, v.*. twv * * J 1'^^ I
into the fire.' And begorra, sor, I'd no
more than said it. then I heard the signal
blow and saw the blueeoats marchin'
up the alley and across the street
at the end surroundin' the place.
'Good night to Barker's,' says I; and
we watched 'enj batter in the door and
march up stairs. It was then that I
felt the other man tuggin' at me arm.'
"The other man?" It was more an
exclamation than a question and Dennis
"Sure the feller that had been standin'
some place in the shadows. 'Wot
are the perlice after?' he says all
hoarse like. 'Who are they lookin' fer
?tne girir *isot on your me. says 1,
they're raidin' Barker's.' 'Barker's?
says be, as if he'd never heard of the
place. I?I?thought the trouble was
in the hoteL I?I?heard a shot'
'Then,' says I. 'you've got one on me.
fer with all these auttymobiles hangin'
about the man that kin tell a bullet
from a tire has some ears.' 'You're
right' says he. It was probably a tire.'
And he laughs; then he slunk away, as
If he didn't like the perlice even if they
weren't doin' anything but raid a gamblin'
"Can yon describe that man?'
"No. He was kind of fattish, and i
short. He looked like the sort of a feller
that hits 'em up considerable, but
I didn't take particular notice. sor.M
"Did you and Miss O'Neill remain in i
the alley after he had gone?"
"Yes, fer the police had run up the \
shades and we could see right into
Barker's place. Then I seen the girl
"Do you mean Miss Page?"
"Yes. sor; leastwise. I suppose it was
her. She was standin* with her hands
over her face, and one of the police- j
men jerks 'em down and turns to another
one and says, says he. 'Is this
; the girl?' I could hear plain even down
j in the street, but the other bull seemed !
! puzzled. 'It looks r e it might be.' he j
! says, 'especially the glad rags, but she
! ain't got Maggie's ear marks.' Then
j lie grabs the girl oy tne arm aou sa.\\
: 'Wot's your name?' But she didn't ;
I answer, just moans, and at that he ,
laughs and says. Tlayin' dumb, eh?
Same old game. Now I'm dead sure j
i you are Maggie Hale that bums around |
j the restaurants and hooks the suckers, j
j Well, if you won't talk to us. you can
i tell it to tbe judge.' And with that he !
I marches her away where we couldn't
! see her."
"Just a minute, Mr. Gallagher.'' interrupted
Langdon. "Let's return to
that fattish man in the alley. Did he j
come up the street with the policeV"
"Xo. sor. He was alongside o' me by
"Then he came from the other end of
the streetV" j
Dennis scratched his head. i
"Not as I seen, sor," he admitted.
"Would you have seen him had he
\ come from the corner beyond the Hotel i
! Republic?" Langdon's voice was vi- j
' brant with eager excitement and the |
spirit of it swept through the court- !
room in a shivering whisper.
"Yes, I'd a seen anybody comin' from I
either end of the street. I alius could j
| tvhen I stood at the gate with Katie, j
! fer there's a big arc light they have to |
j pass under and you can see them plain |
i as plain."
! "Cue moment." Langdon swunc: j
i about to the court clerk. "Read out ;
: the testimony of Kate O'Neill begin- J
j r'*ig with the question, 'Did he seem to j
I be watching for someone?' " i
j " 'Question: Did be seem to be watch- |
1 ins for someone?' Answer: 'Yes, sir. |
! lie was staring up at the Hotel Itepub;
lie. and I thought he was watching a i
j man who was on the fire escape. Then |
I I decided it wasn't a man that I saw
i but just a shadow, and suddenly a )
! young lady all dressed up in?' " I
' "That will do. thank you," interrupt- |
! ed I-anirdon. "Now, Mr. Gallagher. if j
! that was ;i man whom Miss'O'Xeil!
saw on the Are-escape, would you have ;
seen him come clown V
"No, sor. I wasn't lookin' at the I
"But that is the one place he could i
have come from when he joined you, j
\ ' I
"So. sur. There's s<.-r\
tr:im*e to the L?t< . .<1, r :\.r i o
es :jj o. Ik? i:iii;t i;=.vt? 1 c -u
fr.'in iho 1; ic.."
"I 'ill he !" k iike :t wr.lrer? \VL;t
sort ni a suit '! i i;*
"A < hfi k -flu', s . ; r: ! '< .
"I i>l yi-ii S' f ;niY?>;,e else whit* yon
w ore s:ai;i!iiijr imv < :
"Vi sur. M(> and Kat'e saw
people put their heads <?ut of a win :y ;
i:i tile hotel. II:'*n pre>en;!y a I '!l(v
man starts the tire es ape a 1
Katie says. says she. 'Lei's j:or iu th.*
kilvnen; I d-in t want t ? e nn^el lip
L: this." d i say*. "Me neither. Lenities.
a sr.;i i '! ce wili .- rt i -
in after the eXi-i;enie:;t*: so v.e w.-nr
"That i* all. thank you, Mr. Calia"
,>ji* r ?.iv I'-i n;ftr.n'(ir v." ?( '
JL>ttt i 1 y > ? li.U * ? W-'V ^ V4 k *./* ..... v . . ,
"Mr. Gallagher." Lie said sharply,
"having scon U t Li Is. didn't yon realize
that you should have testii:e<l to it be |
fore the police'.'"
"I didn't connect it with the murder i
of this man Pollock." .said Gallagher;
in some indignation. "And I took if
for granted the police had got all the \
evidence they . wanted on Barker's
"And may one ask." said the pro-o- j
/vnfnr with liftniorl "flTsf i
what influence was brought to bear to J
make you toll this story today?"
"Well, you see." said Gallagher, I
scenting no sarcasm or coercion, "it
was like this. When the police como ;
to the house Katie gits mad^at their |
nnp??tions and sho savs she *"as abed
and asleep. Then a few days ago !
along comes a young feller selling a !
thL-g to lift the covers off of bilin' j
pets. lie came to the back gate and j
he talks to Kate, till she says she don't!
be wantin' one, because she's leavin'
of a Saturday to git married. Then
he kids her a bit about he bets she's
marryin' a policeman, so she tells him j
who I am. Tf - /. he gits talkin' about i
this affair, and he has the night's j
doin's so mixed up Kate she corrects
hi,m. He bets her a hat she's wrong;
she says she kin prove it all by me.
And so she does; but then another
T~/-\nfolio* />nmc>Q flmnnd savs as
how we can help a young lady and
clear up a lot of trouble If we tell it
In court And begorra, Kate got her
hat at that!"
A shout of laughter rang through the
court, and the Prosecutor sat down,
far more discomfited than he would admit
It was such a simple subterfuge.
The back gate peddler with his packet
of gossip?and the police of course
blundering in and bullying. His respect
for Langdon not only as a man
but as a lawyer was growing, and In
the back of his-mind there hovered a
t black phantom?the mysterious man In
the checked suit who had been in the
alley. Had Langdon this man up his
sleeve? He frowned and shifted the
papers on his desk uneasily, then looked
np with a start of surprise as the
door of the witness-room opened to admit
the flamboyantly gowned woman,
j with the hard and tired eyes.
She gave her name as Agnes Keenan,
I but when the question came as to her.
| occupation, she stared straight ahead!
j of her with a sort of grim humor, thenJ
I ohmornro/1 Vior fViin RhnillflprS
"None," she said with the imitation
i of an English accent. "I live on my;
| The crowd grinned, but Langdon
j flushed, and his voice was a little hard
as he said quietly:
I "I am sorry. Miss Keenan, to have to
: ask you such a question, but were you'
| not an occupant of a cell in the Fiftieth j
i Street police station on the night of(
the raid of Barker's gambling rooms?"'j
| "I was." Her tone was more quiet
now; "I had failed to come across, and
having had a drop too much I sassed
1 the sergeant, and he locked me up to,
"Hid von a cell to vourself?"
! "Well, at first I thought it was a |
i private room, but a little later they!
I shoved a girl in."
"Was that girl the defendant?Mary
j "It was. But she looked some differ-:
I "And that girl was Mary Page?"
exit then. She was all dolled up in an j
evening gown, and hadn't even a cloak, j
I wondered what was up and tried to j
make her talk, but she seemed looney. i
! I thought it was the d. t.'s at first, but!
when L found out she was plain batty, |
I got scared and called the guard. But j
he only e:i -red me out. so I got hold of j
her hands jjnd tried to make her stop
crying in that queer fashion. After a
I bit she bewail 10 talk. It was ii;?.-ouer- ;
ent i t first, about James, and tlie bit:
in?iisiand she wasn't Sadie or Maguie. j
Then she seemed to c-ome to herself
and sked who I was and where she
S "D d she remain sane and conscious |
' after that?"
'"Not at first She'd ramble, then she
| talked sanely. Finally she quieted
I down, and when I said that I was l
'<? : < I thi:'.r i ; l!:e nioru?
i.'iL'. <he ::> .< I iae if I would take *
note to her lawyer. And I said I
";>; i you a^k her her iir-.me:"
She s:j;i!*-.l a I ::! . half whimpi
!: ilf i iti?*rly. -It aia'r? :itjriotte
to names cii'I'V !!: ? ? .:--uni<tanc;-s.
' i - v m oo it i1-.ij l!i., t t!i>u? i !if?
l?cst tiling t > <1t? was t ? say nothing1
till she had a lawyer to do the talking'
"Whom was the note s'.io gave yoti
The oiiesti a ?e"!uod to surprise her.
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then i.ni:-he 1. I forgot. I'm tellin*
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to Mr. Philip Langdon and I took it
straight to him. Then him and me
beat it back to the police station and
he had a conference with the Magistrate.
Then he shook my hand and.
thanked me like a gentleman,?and?
"One moment Miss Keenan. You
say that Miss Page would become
sane, and then would lapse into delirium
again. Did she mention any
particular incident?or ask yoa any
"Yes. Once she said, 'He acts funny
for a man who has just put on a
successful play.' Then suddenly she
sat up and grabbed me and cried,
'Was it blood or?was it just a red
necktie?I saw it?' And I said. 'You
saw it where?' And she said?sane as
she could be, 'It was the other man
outside?I couldn't see his face-*-just
the red?' Then she began to cry and
went off again into delirium, or whatever
you call it. Next time she opened
her eyes, she asked if I knew whether
.Tames Pollock was dead or if she had
dreamed it, and I said so far as I knew
James was about the livest thing I'd
ever bumped against in this old town.
Then she sighed like a kid and went
to sleep, but when she woke up she
seemed to know he was dead."
"Did she make any other mention of
the man with the red tie?"
"No. When 1 asked her, she said it
was a blur, but it would come back to
her?she was sure of that. Someone
else would have seen it too."
"That is all?" began Langdon, and
brol <? off in astonishment. There was
a cc motion in the back of the room
and a man stood up. raising one hand
as if about to speak. IIis face was
ashy, his jaw dropped. Then as sud'
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aeniy us ne uau arisen ut; uiuf^cu
back out of sight iuto his chair.
It was Daniels.
?To be continued.]
The Skip In Dundreary's Gait.
My father each year copied out his
own prompt books, or had them copied.
and then wrote in his most recent
additions. I have many such prompt
books with most minute notes and directions.
When I produced "Our American
Cousin," nearly tb?rty years after his,
death, these manuscripts were so perfect
that I had no difficulty in recalling
every movement of all the characters.
My father's genius was indeed
the genius of infinite pains. I have
heard him relate that the little skip he >
used in his gait in Dundreary originated
simply fr?m his habit of trying to
keep in step with my mother as they
walked up and down at the back of
the stage arranging their lines. The
skip and the stuttor and other business
grew and grew Jrom performance to
As Jefferson says in ms "JLiie,' tne
character of Dundreary gradually
pushed :ill tiie other characters out of
the play.?From "My Remembrances,"
by Edward II. Sothern, in Scribner's
"Say, Philadelphia is the only city
which is immune from leap year propos
"Bee use a fellow can plead it is
the city of brotherly love."?Baltimore