The morning call., 1893-04-04

Of possible friends. Probably this thing
would go by favor, too, and some of these
men might be influenced by her sex.
So, as her glance met other chances, she
would smile pitifully or wink knowingly.
Who could tell? She had charmed men
before by just such tribes. Men were such
fools and such brutes.
Oh, yes; she would solemn!y swear that
she would speak the whole truth and moth
ing but the truth, so help her God-what
did Ii matter? This was Just form. The
real secret was whether some of these
strange men had spite" against her or
not.
Did you strike this man2" asked the
Prosecuting Attorney.
''Yes-he insulted me; he called me out of
my name and blackened my mother" re-
piled the defendant.
She pulled her hands ont of her Jacket
pockets with nervous energy, and a half
smoked cigarette stump fell on the floor.
What were you doing out at that time of
night?"
Il had been finishing some work and was
going home to my folks" The response
came gliDy enough, but the black eyes
swept the encircling faces with increased
nervousness, and the mobile lips wreathed
themselves in the cid infalible smiles still
more mechanically.
What did that man mean by asking her
all these fool questionsP What did that
dark-faced police officer want, whispering
to the Prosecuting Attorney
OF course, they had the game In their
hands. OF course, this was lust farce to
them. They had her fate cut and dried in
readiness for her. But then they were men,
and her old arsenal of witcheries and wInks
ana cute becks and smiles might still avail
Perhaps it had already made her one
friend
See, there was a man by the Prosecuting
Attorneys side who was defending her and
declaring that she had always borne good
character and be wanted to call witnesses
10 attest it. She didn't know that he was
hired TO take her part, and she gave him
ook Of real gratitude.
Some one stood up" for her then, any
way. He seemed TO have some weight, too.
Perhaps, together, they might beat the game
after all.
Just then she saw the dark-faced police
officer bend over the Prosecuting Attorney,
who Immediately said something to the
court about passing the case.
What did it mean? Had her champion
succeeded after all and was she to go free?
She looked up hopefully to the bench.
''Set the case for tomorrow morningW
reared the court. Though | can't hold
out any hopes for the defendant" he added.
What was respectable woman doing out
of bed at that hour Gnescorted7"
Mamie understood now. She had lost and
"they" had won.
What did she carer She would show she
despised them and their ways.
Cancellation had failed; all that remained
was fine scorn for these precious men.
Her still pretty face darkened and set
rigidly as she kirked away the fallen cigar
stte-stump an. putton1ng up her Jacket,
stuck her hand gligently into her pockets
and swung out OF the Witness-chair toward
The dock.
As she passed the Prosecuting Attorney
and the consulting officer she hurled such
string of vile oni at the supposed sources
Of her trouble ttat even those experienced
individuals were moved to notice her.
But she was quickly guided into the dock
and down below, multering wild curses in
the blind rage of her lll-regulated sense Of
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