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I MARY PAGE, an actress, is
* . accused of the murder of
J James Pollock, and is defended
by her lover Philip Langdon.
<? foiiocfc nas Deen pursuing Aiary
tf * for many mouths endeavoring to
* T win iier love and her hand in
T marriage, but his attentions have
X been very unwelcome to her.
, T Knowing her stage aspirations,
* he has, unknown to her, financed
her starring tour under the manT
agement of Daniels.
4 On the night of the murder,
X Mary leaves the banquet hall in
f * the Hotel Republic and enters
T the Gray Room alone expecting
? to meet Langdon. She has been
lured there by Pollock, who ha3
O been drinking.
A few moments later a shot Is
*:r heard and Langdon and others,
11 upon entering the Gray Room
* * -find James Pollock shot through
the heart and Mary Page lying
4 * in a faint beside him with Pol*
t lock's revolver not six inches
j: from the ends of her fingers. '
* At Maiy's trial she admits she
T had ihe revolver. Pollock had
X invadpd her dressing room at the
theatre. Langdon had come to
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WITH his hands clasped behind
his back and his brows bent
in a frown that made him
look oddly old and tired.
L&Bgdon paced slowly up and down.
Over and over in his mind he went
back through the testimony of the long
trial of Mary Page He was confident
now, as he had not been confident in
the beginning, that she had not shot
James Pollock in a frenzy of delirious
But who HAD killed him ?
That was the problem!
Never in ail his experience had he remembered
so baffling a case.
At least a half dozen times he had
felt that his fingers were at last upon
But Who HAD Killed Him?
the rislit thread that would lead out of
the maze, but each time his edifice of
hope bad crumbled.
The doorman at the Hotel Republic
had repeated ;only what the chauffeur
had already told?that Shale had left
Pollock as soon as he got out of the
machine; but( even so Langdon had
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scour the town for him.
He ought not to be hard to find; but
once found, could he tell anything?
That was the question.
so, wearily and endlessly, LangHan
paced the stone-paved room, dou'
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her rescue, the revolver had been
knocked from Pollock's hand and
! Mary had seized and retained it
She had put it in her hand bag
the night of the murder intendi
ins giving it to Langdon.
Her maid testifies that Mary
threatened Pollock with it pre
viously, and Mary's leading man
How Mary disappeared from
the scene of the crime is a mystery.
Brandon tells of a strange
hand print he saw on Mary's
Further evidence shows that
horror of drink produces temporary
insanity in Mary.
The defense is "repressed psychosis."
Mary's flight from her intoxicated
father and her father's suicide.
Nurse Walton describes the
kidnaping of Mary by Pollock.
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struggles to become an actress,
of Pollock's pursuit of her and
of another occasion when the
smell of liquor drove Mary inl
There is evidence that Daniels,
Mary's manager, threatened Pol4'Qoo
j bly ugly in the clear light of the early
Suddenly he was halted in his self
imposed sentry duty by the sound of a
knock on the door, and in response to
his "come in," Daniels entered.
"I looked for you over at the office,"
he said, "but they told me you were
"Did you want me for anything special?"
asked Langdon coldly, and the
theatrical man flushed.
"Yes," he said, "I did. I had a long
talk with my wife last night, and she
and I decided that the hoodoo on The
Covington is too black for us, anyway.
No good can come out of that
place for me, and she?she said, she
wanted me to come down here and ask
you to put me on the stand again. Do
you understand what I mean?"
"I think i ilo." said Langdon quietly,
though a flame had leaped into his
eyes. "You want to tell what you
didn't say before?"
He was too clever to let this man
know how jubilant he was.
"Yes," said Daniels. "It may not
be important, yet somehow I know it
is. It's?it's about what I heard when
I passed the door of the gray suite
"Thank God!" cried Langdon, ana
drew his chair close to that of Daniels.
When they entered the courtroom together
an hour later every trace of
anxiety and suffering had been wiped
from Langdon's face.
He looked buoyantly young, and
when he passed Mary, he whispered
something to her that brought a light
to her eyes too, and though there was
surprise there was no fear on her face
when she herself was called as the
first witness of the day.
"Miss Page." said Langdon in the
vibrantly happy voice of one who sees
success just ahead, "on the night when
you went into the gray suite from the
(banquet room were you wearing or
J carrying your cloak?"
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1 hall. I carried my gloves and my
"Did you see Mr. Pollock the minute
you entered the room?"
' What did you do?"
"I slipped off the cloak again because
it was warm and laid it on a chair
with my gloves and bag."
"Where was that chair?"
The question snapped like a whip
lash, and for a moment Mary hesii
"I'm not quite sure," she said slowly;
j then, with more assurance: "Why,
* vps T Am! It was towards the door
i into the -other room because it was then
> that I saw Mr. Pollock come out"
"And you retreated V"
"Yes." The answer was breathed
j rather than spoken, but Langdon pushed
on, too eager to spare her.
i "Did he come toward you?"
"Did he follow you so far that he
came between you and that chair?"
*Why. of course. He?he?came
j Tignz up 10 rue.
; She shuddered and hid her face in
her hands, as the tide of recollection
swept over her, but Langdon had only
one more question.
'Then, in order to secure the revolver
from your bag, you would have had to
push past him and secure the bag
from under your cloak, would you not?"
"Yes. But I?I?don't remember what
j "That is all, thank yon, Miss Page,"
said Langdon, and turning to the bailiff
he added briskly:
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lock. Mary faints on the stand ^
and again goes insane when a %
policeman offers her whisky. |
Daniels testifies that Pollock |
threatened to kill Mary and 4
Langdon and actually attempted *?
to kill Langdon.
Two witnesses describe Mary's ?
flight to the street from the ho
tel and her abduction by men 2
from a gambling place near by. *
Further evidence seems to in- %
criminate Daniels. *
Maggie Hale, inmate of a gam- ^
bling den, testifies that she was |
at the hotel and heard two men *
quarreling in the Gray Room a *
short time before the murder. &
Wor ovidpnre seems to increase ^
f suspicion against Daniels. *
Daniels privately informs Lang- |
don tbat Mary Page did not kill *
Pollock and that if Mary is in ?
danger of going to the electric *
chair he will tell all he knows of T
the case. *
Watson, a waiter, testifies that T
Pollock had X quarrel over the *
phone the night of the murder, ^
and Pollock's chauffeur reveals *
the fact that Shale was with Pol- %
lock shortly before the shot was 4
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"Call Mr. Daniels."
A sense of something big impending
stirred the spectators and the jury
alike, and the Judge himself, keenly
alive to that new note in Langdon's
voice, turned deliberately in his chair
j as Daniels began his testimony.
| Everyone m we room ieanea. iurward,
tense with excitement
"Mr. Daniels." began Langdon with
no preliminaries, "on the night of the
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"Yes. But I?!?don't remember what
banquet you walked with Miss Pape
past the door of the gTay suite, did
I you not?"
I "Did you know that Mr. Pollock was
"No. But as I passed I heard bis
"Could you hear what he said?"
"What was it?"
I T.nno'dnn wjis his auestions
like shells from a gun.
"He said, 'Let's understand each
other once and for all on this thing.
I've got you, and got you good. I can
send you up tomorrow if I want to.
You've no more chance than a snowball
"Did anyone answer him?"
"Yes. A man said, 'You'll make |
that threat once too often, James Pollock.
I'll make you eat your words at
the point of a gun some day.'
"Then I heard James laugh contempt- |
uously and I had to walk on towards j
"Did you know whom that other j
voice belonged to?" i
"I thought I did. That's why I left;
the banquet-room and came back to
j listen at the door. I was startled
iv' ?:: 1 fioard Miss voice InS!? :;?!
?ii" til" ??:;?> I ?*Ap(,Ct<l'l."
"W'ho-o voice dui y?iii think it wns?"
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ja< kai." we used to ea!l him."
"Mr. Daniels. do you know of nny
roasou why Mr. P<>ll<>rk should throat.
en t<> send t?.is man Sha*? 'up'?"
"Well. U tol?l nio (?u? e that he
had *p/t the p tods' on Shale for some
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! to prison, and that ho kept him out of
. jail because he was useful."
"Mr. Daniels, have you seen Mr.
j Shale since the death of Mr. Pollock?"
! "Yes. I have."
i "When T
"The?the?day before I came back
; home. I ran into him on the street.
"Daniels hat snitched. Wslt he can't
We had a talk, and he told me that?he
j thought he could get me fresh backing
for The Covington."
"Did he see you again?"
"Yes. A few days ago he came to
me and told me that a syndicate had
been formed and had raised the money
to put on ^musical comedy, and that I
was to be manager of the theater and
look after the financial interests of the
syndicate. He was very nice to me."
, "Mr. Daniels," Langdon's voice bej
came suddenly grave and freighted
1 with meaning, "did Shale know you
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| "Yes. I asked bim if be bad been
I "What did he say?"
| "He said I couldn't testify to what I
! wasn't sure of. and that it was wiser
i not to ask too many questions."
"Did you understand that the backing
for your theatre was in order to
keep you from testifying?"
"I object!" cried the district attorney,
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There was much wrangling as to
whether this question could be admitted;
but'' the Judge finally ruled that it
was material evidence.
"It was never put into words, Mr.
Langdon, though I gathered it," the
witness said. "Bttt there are some bigger
things than business success, and I
wanted to set this straight."
A sudden commotion arose at the
back of the room, and as the spectators
turned and stared, and the Judge's
gavel rapped for order a man's voice
rose shrill and exasperated.
"So that's what you've got me here
for, is it? Daniels has snitched. Well
he can't prove anything?I tell you he
don't know nothin'."
A pallid-faced man in a lightchecked
suit was struggling in the grip
of Brennan and a policeman, who
drew him steadily down through the
gaping crowds as Langdon called his
"1 won't testify!" stormed the new
j comer, twisting angrily under the by
j no means light handling of the detec-1
: tives. "What do you want of me?"
! "I shall tell you that when you are 011 j
I the stand." said Langdon briefly, and 1
1 his Honor, leaning forward, said
"A refusal to testify is contempt of '
court. You can be sent to prison for
I For a moment Shale stared wildly j
| about, then his eyes narrowed shrewd- '
! ly, and he said gruflly, "All right." and '
: allowed himself to be led' up into the j
! stand. ' '' i
The excitement of the spectators can
Here was drama of the most thrilling
kind?an unwilling witness in. a sensational
murder trial, dragged to the j
stand, forced to open his sealed lips
and tell what he knew.
"Mr. Shale," cried Langdon, "what j
had James Pollock asked you to do
for him on the night when he was I
MHe asked me to get him the grey i
suite at the Republic. He wanted to
get Miss Page in there for a quiet chat
?so he said."
"Did yon do ltr
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. xrtisc a man gets tin ! p'ayfa* crnim
(?>y i l'.v tha: - crazy ;
**\ !i:it were \"\i doing un the lire
j The question came so sharply that i
held the whole room tense with its ua
, expectedness: l?nt Shale did not win?c
! "Jim told me to get out there, am
? j keen an eye out for anybody likely t
i butt in. He knew you could reach th
I different rooms by it."
"Isn't it true that you and .Tame
: Pollock quarreled that night?"
i Shale blanched.
"Yes. it's true." he said hoarsely
j "Jim was a devil when he was drunk.
' His face was headed with perspira
j tion and his hand gripped the edge o
j the witness stand till the knuckle
j He tried to look angry, but he sue
i ceeded only in being tragically ridicu
| Suddenly Langrdon softened his voice
"Where were you when Miss Pag
j came'into the room?"
j "On the fire-escape, standing flatten
i nornijist fhp wall, so that anybod;
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I looking at the steps wouldn't see me."
"Why did you re-enter the room?"
Shale moistened his dry lips, the]
j with a gust of defiance flung up hii
| "I went in because Jim called me,"
! he said loudly. "The girl had gon<
, hysterical. She was laughin' an(
j shriekin', and he calls to me. 'Fo:
! God's sake. Shale, see if she's got an:
1 smelling salts or anything in tha
"And when you opened that bag yoi
. a rovnlror rlirill't VOU?" Lang
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don's voice rang out triumphantly
I "George Shale, what did you do witl
| that revolver?"
j For a moment the man swayed ai
he stood, then he laughed and flunj
his hands wide.
j "I shot him with it!" he shrieked. "]
t shot him! I didn't intend to do it, bul
: he was a dirty dog. He had threat
i ened me again that very night H<
| struck me?he called me his jackaland
when I saw the gun?I knew mj
i chance had come. I took it out and
i walked around and said, 'Here's yom
j smelling salts?and when he turned t<
take it I shot him. Oh, my God?"
He broke off with a storm of gasp
Everyone in the room was on hif
Even the Judge had risen.
Mary herself was standing swaying
like some lovely lily, the light of c
wondrous joy shining in her eyes
while her lips murmured over anc
; over, "Philip?Philip?Philip!"
Then, high above the turmoil ros<
j the voice of the District Attorney:
! "George Shale, you are hereby de
j clared under arrest to be held to awail
the action of the Grand Jury!"
Again pandemonium broke out bm
I fell to silence when Mary, her eye*
drenched with happy tears. crie<5
"What's to become of me now?"
"Your Honor,'' Langdon's voice was
exultantly happy, and his hand caught
and clung to Mary's, "Your Honor, the
defendant desires to know what is tc
'become of her?"
| "She is discharged." answered his
Honor with a smile, and made no ef
fort to stem the cheers that rose, fill|
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"George Shale, what did you do with
ing the room and echoing far down the
corridors proclaiming to the world at
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Still more cheering throngs greeted
her when she emerged from the prison
a little later with Philip and her mother
besides her. and they followed the
speeding motor for blocks shouting
their acclamations and congratulations,
while Mary nestled contentedly against
Forgotten were the days of horror
following the death of Pollock and
her arrest for a crime she knew nothing
of; forgotten even were the on
pleasant moments wnen rouocx. parsued
her witb manifestations of bis
It was the most wond&fU moment
of her life. j
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?: I. ::i.d I'ljiiip sli???v: i.is head,
r, "Nor Si!^!c." !i" said. "I was look;
for someone oi>'<?."
\Wa* tl< n't talk any more about it."
. s:;; i Mrs. i'aire quietiv. "io*no:rcm\
t Mary. I am soing to take you hack to
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t j Forgotten Were the Days When Pollock
Pursued Her With His UnwelI
- the coantry. and keep you until you
. have put this dreadful thing out of
1 your mind forever."
"And then," said Mary wistfully, "I
3 will come back and take up my work."
r Langdon tightened his arm about her.
"And then." said he, "you will come
[ back and marry me. A fee is always
t paid a lawyer for services rendered.
. I ask the biggest one in the world,
j Mary?will you pay it?"
And what her low-voiced reply was
r not even her mother knew.
I THE END.
Advice is a veiled but egotistical at
tempt to show your neighbor how you
surpass hhh intellectually. It is a
} magnifying glass which you band to
him, after which you make certain that
you are standing at the proper focal
[ Advice is also used as a sugar coating
for criticism, as a diplomatic metbI
od of checking offensive conduct and
as a pastime.
5 There are two classes of people ebullient
with a desire to give advice?
. j those who have had experience and
I those who have not
A" request for advice is usually a
i subtle form of flattery or else a meth5
od of dodging responsibility.
II The person who is wise enough to
i take good advice and the one who N
too wise to give it generally tie rbe,
' knot of perfect friendship.
Advice is a drug on the market. The
J principal reason why the supply er|
ceeds the demand is because those who
need the most take the least.
, Advice sliouid never be followed. If
it is good advice it cannot be followed.
. The only advice which is good is that
1 which drives you.?Judge.
Every One Was Satisfied.
A very angry client entered a New
| York lawyer's office. He had called
I upon a debtor and asked him politely
i rvriTT o Kill n-f anil had
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abused for his pains. Now he wanted
the lawyer to collect it
The lawyer demurred. The bill was
so small that it would cost the whole
amount to collect it
"No matter." said the angry one. "I
don't care if I don't get a cent as long
as that fellow has to pay it!"
So the lawyer wrote the debtor a
letter, and in a day or two the latter
appeared in high dudgeon. He did not
owe any $2.50, and he would not pay.
"Very well." said the lawyer; "then
j my instructions are to sue. But I
should hardly think it would pay you
i to stand a suit for so small a sum."
"Who will get the money if I pay
it?" asked the man.
The lawyer was obliged to confess
that he should.
"Very well," said the debtor; "that's
another matter. If Smith isn't going
to get it I am perfectly willing to pay
it."?Youth's Companion. /}
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Chinese Schools. *
Each Chinese schoolboy has to fur-"
nish his own stool and table for school
work as well as the "four precious articles,"
which are the ink slab, a cake
of india ink. a brush for writing and
paper. With these he begins his
weary task of learning to write and
read the thousands of Chinese charac4-,-\f
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: the Chinese classics, and a knowledge
j of this ancient literature and wisdom
I means education to the Chinese. At
the opening of a Chinese school a pa>
per on which is written the name of
the ancient Chinese sage, Confucius, is
pasted on the wall. Before this honi
ored name the pupils and masters
1 burn paper money and incense and
bow their heads three times to the
floor. The master then tells Confucius
the day, the month and the year the
school is opened and begs for his favor.
Every morning when the pupils
arrive they must bow twice, once for
i the master and once for Confucius.
"Whenever I see Griffiths I am re- j
minded that the good die young," said t
a business man one day. . ,v.. .: -j
"But Griffiths is over seventy," said j
his friend. j
"Exactly," was the reply. "That i* I
j just my point."?Chicago Herald.