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The Great McClure Mystery Story, Written by
FREDERICK LEWIS In Collaboration With
JOHN T. MTNTYRE. Author of the Ashton
Kirk Detective Stories. "Read the Story
and See the E**anay MovJing "Picture*
—--~~-— Copyright, 1915, by McClure Publication
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Mary Page, actress, 1» accused of the
mrder of James Pollock and is defended
f her lover, Philip Langdon. Pollock
its Intoxicated. At Mary's trial she ad
elte she had tVie revolver. Her maid
fttlfles that Mary threatened Pollock
1th It previously, and Mary's leading
w Implicates Langdon. How Mary dis
ppeared from the scene of the crime is a !
tyatery. Brandon tells of a strange hand *
Pint he saw on Mary's shoulder. Further
rldsnce shows that horror of drink pro- j
ucee temporary insanity In Mary. The j
»tense is "repressed psychosis." Wit
Bssesi describe Mary's flight from her in
dicated father and her father's suicide
ur»e Walton describes the kidnaping of
[ary by- Pollock, and Amy Barton tells I
f Mary's struggles to become an actress,
? Pollock's pursuit of her and of another
scasion when the smell of liquor drove
[ary Insane. There is evidence that Dan
Él Mary's manager, threatened Pollock.
Try faints on the stand and again goes
tsans when a policeman offers her
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POLLOCK'S THREAT.
" I » HE g r een shaded lamp flung a
? wide pool of mellow light over
I the scattered papers on the ta
A ble and brought out boyish
IWnts In Langdon's dark head as it lay
ta his folded arms, sunk in ineffable
dreariness.
All through the long hours of the
Mght he had kept his lonely vigil—now
C 'rtng
ble, now pacing the floor in a frenzy
jSf anxiety, or making his way down
(the echoing corridors to look In with
Mate suffering at the room where Dr.
Foster and Nurse Walton watched so
Silently beside a moaning, twitching
figure on a narrow prison bed. But
When the scanty furniture of the office
was gradually emerging from the en
veloping cloak of night Into visible ug
liness he had at last sunk into a doze
of complete exhaustion. Miss Walton,
coming to the door, an eager message
on her lips, turned silently and pitying
ly away. Some betraying sound reach
ed him, however, and he lifted his head i
over the legal documents on the
with a start, blinking to find the lamp
light paling before the gray of morn
. flung it
wide and drew in great breaths of the
tack of madness in the courtroom he
realized fully how tremendous an as
set the tragedy was to the defense, and
to spite of his grief, as a lover, over
tar suffering, the lawyer in him ex
jilted In the episode which cemented
th t COr # er uf° n , e ° f hi V' asC '
^Tbe thought of this lent a hint of
buoyancy to his tired body as he made
another trip to the cell where, at Dr.
Foster's orders, they had carried Mary,
still screaming with frenzy.
Mary herself was sleeping soundly
when he glanced into the cell, and Dr.
Foster was on bis feet, frankly stretch
ing, while Miss Walton wus bathing her
tired eyes at the basin in the corner.
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Yawning, he got to tils feet and
crossed to the window.
chill air.
For the first time since Mary's at
Both greeted him with a smile, and,
answering the question in his eyes
rather than the one he huskily whis
pered with his lips. Dr. Foster said:
"She will be all right now.
on the words, and I)r. boater put out
his hand and patted the shoulder of
the younger man reassuringly, saying.
She
woke, conscious, just after your last
»Isit and is now sleeping soundly.
PPbere's nothing to worry about—at
least, not just at present."
"Thank God!" Langdon's voice broke
"We all say that, but you d better go
get some rest now; you look done up.
"Oh, I'm all right," said Langdon.
"But Doctor, is she—is it going to be
possible to go on with this trial? Can
Mary bear it?"
T think so." The answer came slow
jy. "Of course yesterday's scene was
bad. very bad. But you must realize
that the attack, while it was plainly
due to the whiskey thrust upon her,
was only to some extent brought about
by the fact that the liquor was hand
ed her at a time when she was hys
tericai and had been re-enacting events
that kept her earlier experiences con
stantiy in her mind. Given hen I thy
surroundings and happiness. I wouldn't
worry about attacks ln the future."
Langdon nodded absently, for bis
heart was echoing the earlier words of
tha great alienist: "Given healthy sur
tp^oundings and happiness 1 wouldn t
worry about attacks ln the future,
and be was vowing to himself that,
cost what it might, he would yet win
freedom and happiness for Iter.
He had not dared hope that she
-would be well enough for the trial to
continue for some days at least, but
when she woke a few hours later she
vowed she was perfectly sble to go
Into court even then. And so, no more
than an hour late, the proceedings
were continued.
That hour hnd seemed a very short
time to Mary and to Langdon. but it
a very long one to the excited
■pectators who crowded the rooms to
the doors, whispering excited reminis
geoces of the day before.
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drunken policeman, but she could not
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shoulder. The shadow of the gripping
hand with those livid »cars beneath it
article on "Repressed Psychosis" which
Whatever doubts had lingered to the
minds of the public as to the veracity
and the strength of the defense built
up by Langdon had been shattered at
.one blow. For Mary, ns everyone said,
might indeed have been actress enough
to feign madness at the sight of the
have feigned that great bruise on her
told mutely of how the cruel fingers
bad torn into the tender flesh.
The newspaper bearing Dr. Foster's
the District Attorney had so sarcasti
cally Introduced as evidence had been
pored over by every Juryman, and
from coast to const the dramatic story
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She Came In, Very Pale, Very Wan, but
Serenely Calm and Smiling.
of the scene ln court was the one sub
je o t at the breakfast table of rich and
It seemed incredible to those who
had watched the frenzied, screaming
woman carried out the day before that
she could ever regain her sanity. When
she came ln, very pale, very wan, but
serenely calm and smiling, nothing but
the fear of being shut out from the
final scenes of the great drama kept
the crowds from wild applause.
The prosecutor alone did not look at
her. He felt at that moment almost as
lf he hated her with Personal vindlc
tiveness. For he, too, had had an all
night vigil, seeking some ruse or legal
technicality that would keep the events
0 f the day before out of the records of
the case. He knew only too well that
any Jury, having seen Mary's seizure,
would be readily convinced that she
, might have suffered ln the same fash
ion on the night when James Pollock
poor alike.
J wns killed, and that if they were eon
j vinced of that, proving Mary's guilt
was going to be the hardest struggle
hp ha( , evpr known,
! In consequence the opening hours of
court were marked by a series of bitter
wrangles during which even his honor
lost his temper, and the restlessness of
; the spectators became open disorder.
j But for all his acidity of wit and skill
! at argument it was a losing fight that
the District Attorney waged. He was
conscious of that himself,
Therefore
it came as no surprise when It was at
\ | as t brought Rummarily to an end by
| the^wdge, who ordered the testimony
of the policeman as to Mary's madness
entered as evidence.
With a long breath of relief Langdon
turned tiack toward his seat, suddenly
becoming conscious that he was hold
ing a crumpled scrap of paper which
the bailiff had thrust into his hand
ed now that the court officer had said
| something when lie gave it to him, but
| ie hadn't caught the
i was with entire Indifference that he
.opened the note and read the hastily
j scrawled words,
t t, Pm hnliffr
some moments liefere
He remember
lords, nnd It
But at the sight of
fence gave place to excite
ntent. Crumpling the paper up in his
hand, he turned sharply to the bailiff.
"Call George Brennan!" he said, and
t^pre was triumph in his tones.
Hreuigui wns
young detective who had told of the
disappearance of Daniels, and the first
question asked him revealed what had
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the same cleaneut
Vi 111 you tell the
court, please, the circumstances of the
finding of the missing man?"
been in the note.
"Mr. Brennan. I have just received
a message which says that you have
found Mr. Daniels.
"Well. It wasn't exactly a case of
•finding' him," said the detective, with
a smile. "You see—he just came home!
I was hanging around the apartment
house in case anyone brought n mes
sage to Mrs. Daniels when I saw him
come Into the vestibule,
three days' growth of beard on hla face,
and hie dothea were all mussed up aa
lf he'd been sleeping ln theig. He
He had a
looked Ilk* a bum after a three days'
Jag, but I had no trouble recognizing
him."
"Did he aeem excited—or anxious to
get Into the building without being
seen?"
"No. He moved slowly, as If he was
dazed. He hesitated quite a while be
fore he rang th* bell of hie apart
ment, but as soon as he'd pushed It
he got impatient, and kept calling,
'Hello!' up the speaking tube, and
when someone answered he aald 'Open
the door quick! It's me—your father.'
When the iatch clicked he went ln, but
he made no effort to close the door
after him, so I followed. Both Mrs.
Daniels and the daughter were ln the
doorway of the apartment to meet him,
and while they were kissing and hug
ging hlm I walked in."
"Did Daniels seem startled at the
sight of you?"
"No. He seemed sort of stupid as If
he was sleepy, but when Mrs. Daniels
told hlm I was a detective and that he
was wanted as a witness In the Page
trial be woke up fast enough and got
very excited. He said he had nothing
to tell and wouldn't accept service of
any subpoena. T don't know any
thing.' he kept saying, and when I
asked him where he had been he said
he'd been on a Utile spree to forget his
business troubles."
"Did you tell him he would have to
appear In court?"
"Yes. But It wasn't what I told him
about the law. but what his wife said
that seemed to couvince him. She told
him she had every faith in him, and
I that what he had to tell wouldn't do
I any harm, and for him to go. So he
J said he would if I'd give him time to
i wash up."
j "Is Mr. Daniels ln court now?"
j "Yes, sir. He Is ln the witness
' room."
A stir of excitement swept through
tile room, but deepened to an ominous
; whisjier of suspicion when, Rrennan
; dismissed, the bailiff summoned the
former manager of Mary Page.
Daniels slunk into the room with
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forehead, and his voice when he took
the oath was huskv and uncertain. If
ever guilt was written large upon any
man, It was apparently written upon
the erstwhile jaunty theatrical
g t r.
eyes psychologically keen, wished he
had the full papers of this ease before
him to learn more of this new witness
and inwardly vowed a recess to study
j them should the evidence take anv mi
expected turn. Daniels, however, re
jcovered some measure of self-control
under the preliminary questioning and
gave his occupation ns "manager of
the Covington Theatre" wjth a hint of
, pompousness, but Langdon's next ques
tlon brought the startled look back into
his eyes,
"Mr. Daniels, you say you knew the
defendant well and that you starred
ber in 'The Seekers.'
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The judge, studying him with
Will you tell us
frankly, please, just what made you
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"I starred Miss Pags because Jim Poi
l°ek said h* would put up the money."
select Misa Page for the leading rol*
of the new play and what share James
Pollock had ln your decision ?"
For an Instant Daniels hesitated and
Than.
j cast a furtive look at Mary,
clearing his throat, be said with a hint
of brusqueness:
"Well, I guess It's no secret now. I
starred Miss Page because Jim Pol
lock said ho would put up the money
to back the show lf I would give her
| the chance."
Mary gave an Involuntary gasp of
; dismay, and again Daniela ahot a fur
five glance ln her direction as Lang
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I Mr. Pollock regarding his attention to
I Miss Page?"
"Did Miss Page know of this?"
"Of course not. I told her that I had
seen her work ln stock and thought
| she was a good actress."
"What agreement did you have with
"Hone. TBat warnt my ousineM. !
That wii np to him. All I asked was
te tr play, and that ha should stick ta
me even If Miss Page turned him
down. 1 knew she didn't like him."
"Isn't It true that you hsd s quarrel
with Mr. Pollock aa early In your part
nerehlp as the day Miss Page algned
heir contract?"
"Tee, Jt'a true. James was mad be
cause you had been called In by Miss
Page to look orer her contract. He
paid you were butting In where Mias
Page wae concerned, and he wanted
me to keep yon away from the thea
ter."
Langdon flushed and frowned.
"Please remember, Mr. Daniels," he
aald harshly, "that you are addressing
the court and not me pereonally. I re
quest, your honor, that the name 'Mr.
Langdon' be substituted for the word
'you,' aa used by the witness "
"Your request Is granted," said the
judge, who was still narrowly study
ing Daniels
"Was that first day the only time you
and Mr. Pollock quarreled about flnan
dal support for the play to case Miss
Page left the company?" The ques
tion was quietly asked, but pregnant
with a meaning that broaght the blood
into Daniels's face.
"No, it wasn't," be snapped. "When
I found how dead set Miss Page was
against hlm, 1 knew he wasn't going
to win out ln that game. I tried to
make my position safe, but he wouldn't
promise anything, unless I promised to
arrange things so that you—I mean
Mr. Langdon—was denied admission to
the theatre."
"When did you hnve the last quarrel
on that subject with Mr. Pollock?"
"On the day that 'The Seekers'
opened."
With an abrupt gesture Langdon
caught up the sheet of paper on which
were pasted the torn scraps of the
note to Pollock and held It up before
the witness.
"Mr. Daniels, did you write that let
ter to Mr. Pollock?"
"My God! Where did you get that?"
The cry was a confession, but Langdon
repeated his question, and this time
Daniels said with sudden sullenness:
"Yes, I wrote It"
"When ?"
"The day 'The Seekers' opened,
There—had been a scene in Miss
Page's dressing room, and—and—I was j
afraid the show would be queered if |
Pollock didn't let the girl nlone."
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Daniels hesitated and j
moistened his dry lips with a nervous i
"because— 1—I— thought
"Why didn't you finish it?"
"Because"—
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tongue.
sounded pretty raw, and I'd better let
things go till I saw Pollock that
night."
Again the ominous little murmur
that, meant suspicion crept through the
room, and Daniels shuddered, grip
ping the sides of his chair to hide the
trembling of his hands as Langdon
turned to the stenographer and said
quietly:
"Mr. Wilson, will you be kind enough
to turn to the testimony of the bell
boy, 'Joe.' as given yesterday and read
it, beginning with the words, 'was
there anyone in the hallway when you
looked back?"
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There was a slight rustling of pa
pers. when the clear voice of the ste
nographer rang out.
"Question: Was there anyone in the
hallway when you looked back? An- ;
swer: Yes. The fat man who had
been at the banquet, the one they call
ed Mr. Daniels. Question: What wifs
he doing? Answer: He was standing
close to the door of the gray suite with
his ear against it. as if lie was listen
Ing"
"That will do, Mr. Wilson. Now will
you please turn to the testimony of
Randall Williams, and read the testl
beglnning with the words, !
mouy
'Where were you when you heard the
shot?' "
"Question: Where were you when
you heard the shot? Answer: Just
outside the door of the banquet room.
Question: What did yon do? Answer:
I rnu down the hall lu the direction
from which the sound came. Question:
Did you meet anyone? Answer: Yes. ,
I ran bang into Donlels at the corner ,
where the corridor turned. I nearly i
upset hlm, 1 guess, for lie caught at my .
arm and hold on as lf to steady him- |
self. Question:"—
"That will do, thank you," cried
Langdon sharply. "And now. Mr. Dan- !
tels, will you tell us what you did when
you overheard the voices of Miss Page j
and Mr. Pollock talking hi the gray
suite and why you were so agitated
when you met Mr. Williams?"
"Because," the voice of the manager
rose to a sudden scream, "because I
thought he had killed them both—as
be bad threatened to do!"
In an Instant the prosecutor waa on
bis feet, but quick as h* was, the
Judge was quicker. The unexpected
turn HAD com* In the «vldence, and
bis honor briefly announced a thirty
minute recess.
Had HE been the stage manager,
rather than Daniels, he could not have
chosen a more dramatic moment to
bring the testimony to Its temporary
clos*.
Every man and woman among the
spectators was keyed to the highest
tension by the swiftly moving events,
and to drop from these heights to the
flatness of mere waiting strained pa
tience to the breaking point. The scrap
ing of chaira along the floor, th* shuf
fling of feet, the wav** of shrill whis
pering question and comment—all tha
sounds of restless humanity replaced
the tense silence which had gone be
fore—and when at Inat the clock hnd !
ticked out Its slow half hour and the !
bailiff brought Daniels hack to the wit
ness stand there wns au audible sigh
of relief from the spectators that under
any other circumstances would have
won a laugh from Langdon.
Now. however, he was too taten*
npon the poaalbllittes that lay behind
Daniele' startling s ta tern ont to ha area
consolons of the audience that was
watching with such arid curiosity the
enactment of this drama. He was
"<** than thankful to the judge whose
hasty recess had momentarily stopped
the protest from the prosecutor, and It
was with a rush of relief that he aaW
the latter take hla seat when court re
opened and realized that, after all,
Hmitela'a statement wee to pass with
* ut *■ '•*** wrangle. It made his tiret
Qu«rtlon an easy one.
" Mr - Daniela, yen eey that you had
heard Mr. Pollock threaten to kill the
defendant and himself. Will you tell
the court when that threat was made
* nd to whom v
' u mild » to "*• on ■* occasion
when 1 ataost became an unwitting
»«complice In a murder, during the re
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»* the word, and. lifting her
head, she looked at Langdon with such
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A Startled Sob Caught at Mary'a
Throat.
moment he forgot the court, the Judge
and the witness on the stand, and
knew only, with a blinding rush of
joy, that whatever happened—she lov
ed him. That realization was surging
through Mary herself at the moment.
and she felt ns If she were seeing him
for the first time—truly and fairly.
The protective maternal instinct that
•* always file real keystone of a wo
man's deeper love came to the fore for
the first time and was followed by a
swift fierce gladness that James Pol
lock was dead! Whatever the tragedy
and the suffering that enmeshed her,
at least Philip was safe, and at the
thought all the fear and the horror of
the law left her. and she drew a long
happy breath that was almost a mute
paean of gladness that it was she who
could pay for his safety.
Langdon himself was equally shaken
by the wonderful little interlude that
had come like a streak of sunshine
through the dreary gloom of the court
scene, but those about bira attributed
tile unsteadiness of his voice to ex
citement, and only Mary guessed the
real reason and flushed rosily under
her own thoughts.
"Mr. Daniels," Langdon was asking
in that strange, choked voice, "will
yon please tell the court the circum
stances of the—the attempt upon my
life?"
"I didn't know it was, you know,"
protested Daniels. "I understood it
was Just to be a kidnapping—to—to
get you—Mr. Langdon, I mean—out of
the way till after the opening of The
Seekers.' "
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"You say 'Just a kidnapping,' Mr.
Daniels," broke lu the judge harshly.
Did you not know that the law does
not consider 'kidnapping' a light of
fence?"
"Yes, I know." Daniels's voice was
husky and uncertain. "I knew, but—
all I had was invested in this new
play, and lf James Pollock hnd pulled
ollt then. j-j hnve ]ost !t all am ,
I've
I didn't
got a wife and daughter.
think any harm would come to Mr.
langdon: ln fact, Mr. Pollock prom
t sed it wouldn't, or I'd never have let
that mau S | la | e take the w atchman's
place."
J| m came to me and said that Philip
langdon was butting to too much, that
he wus upsetting Miss Page and mak
'ing trouble for him—that is Pollock
try till after the opening of the play.
At first I wouldn't listen, but—finally
I—did. It sounded simple enough. I
was to send for Langdon late that
night, supposedly to ask him some
thing about the Page contract. In the
meantime we were to drug the watch
man and let Shnle— Pollock's jackal,
they call him, you know—take his
place. Then when Mr. Langdon was
leaving the watchman was to nab him
and carry blm out to a waiting auto
mobile and cart him off."
"Were these plans carried out?"
"No. That Is, not th* latter part It
was then that I found out about th*
attempt at murder."
"Will you tell th* court ln detail Juat
what happened on that night?"
"Well, I—I sent for Mr. Langdon,"
aald Daniels nervously, "and he came.
In the meautlm* we had given the reg
ular watchman knockout drops and left
blm In a corner of the balcony, and
Shale took his place. When Mr. Lang
"When was that?"
"During the rehearsals, as I said.
and he wanted him out of the way.
Then he said be had a plan to kidnap
Langdon and take him out to the coun
don wns leuvlng I called this supposed
watchman and. acting on Jim's in
structlons, told him to show Mr. Lang
don out of the stage door. But I tell
you"—hla voice rose suddenly to a high,
»hrill note of hysterical emphasis—'T
Iran door ln tbs stase. 1 thought bs
tell you 1 knew nothing of that open
! was going to take him right ont « t the
I theatre. And when I bean) Mr. Lang
don's cry—I—I was too horrified to
j more for a minute. Then I rushed
down and turned an the stage lights."
"Will yon tell us whst you saw?"
"I saw Mr, Langden hanging to the
edga of an open trap that led down
some thirty feet to the cement cellar
below, and Shale standing to one aide,
with a black-jack In his hand. I
thought be was going to hft Langdon,
and I snatched It away from him and
ilragged Langdon back upon the stage,
The very first words he said made me
realise be didn't know the real reason
0 f that open trap, ao I Md the black -
lack behind me and took Mr. Langdon
to the door myself and saw him aafely
»way."
.. D1(1 Mr Pollock again that
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"Yes. When I got back to the stags
I found him there denouncing Shale
for haring failed to do his part, and
when I asked him If he had meant
murder, he said, 'Yes! I meant to have
him killed through an apparent acci
dent. What Is more, I tell you here
and now, that I'll kill Mary Pag* and
I'll kill myself, before Langdon shall
win her!' That's what Jim Pollock
said, and that's what I thought he had
done—that night. I SWEAR I didn't
go Into that room! But I heard them
quarrel, and I heard the scream and
the shot And I thought he'd done It
—and I ran away, in sheer horror—
that's all! My God! You must hellere
me. It's true that I quarreled with
.Tim Pollock, not once, but many times.
It's true that he didn't play fair with
me, but can't you see that I had ev
erything to lose and nothing to gain
by his death! It's meant ruin to me—
and ruin to my wife and little girl"
Hts voice broke pitifully over the last
words. leaning forward, he burled
his face ln his shaking hands, waiting
for the neat question. But It didn't
come. That tragic outburst had car
ried conviction, not merely to Lang
don but to everyone ln the room, and
whatever shadows of suspicion hsd
hung over Mr. Daniels faded before
the pitiful but Indubitable veracity of
his story. The mystery. If mystery it
was, of James Pollock's death was still
as Impenetrable, and the cords of the
law that for a time seemed to be loos
ening from about Mary Page, bad
tightened again.
But to Mary and Langdon that tes
timony of the manager had brought
something that for the time at least
seemed .greater than the law—an un
derstanding of Mary's heart, vision of
what might yet be If freedom could be
won for her.
It was a strange moment for a great
love to find expression, and a strange
story which had wakened It; and,
while Langdon felt deep in his heart
that no words were needed after that
glance of Mary'a he could not forbear
following her to her cell when court
had adjourned. She glanced up at him
with sudden shyness when he came ln>
and her hands went out waverlngly,
but whether to hold him off or to cling
she could not herself have told. Lang
don had no doubts, however, and
CRUght them close ln his warm grasp
and drew her to him in a sllenc* more
eloquent than words. Then, stooping
till his cheek lay against her hair, he
whispered unsteadily:
"Mary, when Daniels told of James
Pollock's attempt on my life, your eyes
said something to me that they have
never said before. Did you mean It,
dear?" Then, as she clung to him
mutely, he laughed softly and added:
"I know yon did. You can never
deny It now. my darling, and when all
this Is over, 1 am going to ask you a
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question—and—and make you put Into
words what your eyes told me today.
May I. Mary?"
For an instant she swayed against
him. her head buried in his shoulder,
tbeu with a sad little sob she drew
hack.
"That's all such a long, long way ln
the future. Phil." she said wearily.
"Oh, let'a not even think of it. There
are so many things In between."
"Dear!" he cried ln sudden pity, and
would have taken her lu his arms
again, but she shook her head and
turned away, aaylng unsteadily:
"1—1 think you'd better go now.
please, Phil! I'm so tired."
"Of course." he answered quickly,
contrition ln his voice. "1 was a brute
to bother you now. Only, i wanted
you to know, dear, that whatever hap
pens my love is around you. and I will
protect you—with my life, if need be."
Catching up one of her slender little
hands, he crushed it against his lips.
Then he wns gone.
IT* be centinued.]
One Day
ONLY
[
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HENRY B. WALTHALL
The
Strange
Case of
Mary
Page
Will be Shown
MONDAY
Only
Beginning
This Week
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V
EDNA MAYO
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