The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-12-22
A STORY IN THREE
PARTSSAPART THREE
By MORGAN ROBERTSON
Author of "Masters of Men," "Ship
mates" Etc.
Copyright by The Red Book Cor
poration)

continued the lawyer 1T is prob
able, of course. that his features
were distinctly impressed upon your
memory Did his features seem famil.
iar-the same as when you had
seen him last?'
They did not" answered the girl,
little sharply. His features were
swollen and dsfigured, but | knew
him" She grew very white as she
spoke.
Did you hold any conversation
with him." asked the merciless
prosecutor.
He spoke to me. lie called me by
name no one Use ever used.
would have known him by that
alone. l did not speak to him
mo? Why"
Again the flush came to her face,
and she looked piteously around, but
not at the prisoner.
Il thought he was intoxicated y"
she said at last, with a catch in her
voice. Il did not care to introduce
him TO my father in his conditibn
| did not know that he had been
fighting for me-defending me from
SANDER. | was wretchedly i'll. | was
not myself" Tears came to her
eyes and her whole frame trembled
"One more question, Miss Eng
lsh," said the lawyer. in as kindly
tone as is compatible with cross
examination. why have you delayed
so long before apprising him, or his
attorney, of your intention to testify
in his behalf? Why have you not
visited him in jail-you his prom.
ised wife,"
There was no message from him
in all the long three months" she
answered in broken accents. And
knew what he must-have-thought
Of me- He had never known my
father. | knew that he-would never
believe me-" She grasped the rail
ing for support with one hand and
with the other held her handkerchief
to her streaming eyes. Il could not
face him without father" she sob
bed, "and father was away. could
not trace him. never dreamed
that he would-be willing-to die
on-the gallows-rather than-shield
himself at-the-expense of my rep
utation"
She was hysterical now, and her
next note was one of laughter. Me-
in the crowd muttered, Shame" and
cursed the prosecutor softly-to
themselves and their neigh ghbors-
while women joined her in her
mood.
That is all Miss English" said
the abashed prosecutor above the
hubbub he had raised. The witness
descended and was ministered unto
by the steadest of the women in
the room.
Daniel English, take the stand"
called the smiling attorney for the
defense; and a portly, elderly geatle-
man approached the witness box,
carrying in one hand a travelling
grip, and in the other a silk hat.
Depositing both on the floor, he
mopped very red face and looked
around.
You are the father of Miss Beat
rice Swanson, are you not?'
Yes, I'm her father-her Old faith
err" he stammered.
"Why does she not wear yous
name?"
We'll, you see, it's this way" he
said, in some confusion. I've always
been a travelling man, and shortly
after my daughter was born Mrs.
English took exception to certa/l al
legged doings of mine on the road
things that existed only in certain
folks Imagination, | may say-and
she decided to get along without
me. The court gave her the care
of the child-which was all righ,
she got a gooi bringing up-and she
took her maiden name and reared
the girl under it. But I've always
looked out for my child, though her
mother won't speak to me. I'm Civ.
ing her an education in art She'
been writing and writing me all
over the country to get me here on
time to back her up in this case
but its only lately that l got news
Of her. and came right on. I'm
just off the train
You were with her on the night
of the murder"
q was with her on August sixth
all the afternoon and evening At
the theater-a tank drama sort OF
play-she got hysterical and l took