The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-05-15

 land and all but screamed, "And he has mutilated, tortured my baby! There are deep wounds in her little back, and the doctor said only last night that they were made by sharp instrument.
 "And, judge, this man must have tried to warp and twist the mind of my child or put her through frightful ex- periences, for he has taught her to swear horribly, and last night at bed time, when I told her the story of Elisha and the bears and the children. she burst out into the most unconrol- liable screaming and sobbing."
 Here her testimony ended in break down of mysteries, between sobs of which were frequent admonitions to the child not to say that bad word. for Myra had caught sight of Row land and was calling his nickname.
 "What shfpwreck was this-where was it7" asked the puzzled magistrate of nobody in particular.
 ssThe Titan" called out half a dozen newspaper men across the room.
 'The Titan," repeated the magis- trate. 'Then this offense was commit ted on the high seas under the English flag. I cannot imagine why it is brought into this court. Prisoner, have you anything to say"
 Nothing, your honor" The answer came in kind of dry sob.
 The magistrate scanned the ashen aced man in rags and said to the clerk of the court, Change this charge to vagrancy, eh"-
 The clerk, instigated by the newspa- per men. was at his elbow. He laid a morning paper before him, pointed to certain big letters and retired Then the business of the court suspended while the court read the news. After a moment or two the magistrate look ed up.
 Prisoner" he said sharply; take your left sleeve out of your breast" |" Rowland obeyed mechanically, and 1t dangled at his side. The magistrate noticed and read on. Then he folded the paper and said:
 3'You are the man who was rescued from an iceberg, are you not?' The prisoner bowed his head.
 'Dischargedr' The word came forth in an unjudicial roar. Madam" add ed the magistrate, with kindling light in his eye, ''this man has merely saved your child's life. If you will read of his defending it from a polar, bear when you go home, doubt that you will tell 1t any more bear stories. Sharp intrument-umphr Which was equally unjudicial on the part of the court.
 Mrs. Selfridge, with a mystified and rather aggrieved expression of face, left the courtroom with her indignant father and friends, while Myra shout. ed profanely for Rowland, who had fallen into the hands of the reporters. They would have entertained him aft CT the manner of the cfaft, but he would not be entertained, neither would he talk.
 He escaped and was very speedily swallowed up in the world without, and when the evening papers appeared that day the events of the trial were all that could be added to the story of the morning.
 On the morning of the next day a one armed dock lounger found an old fishhook and some pieces of string, which he knotted together; then he dug some bait and caught a fish. Be Ing hungry and without fire, he traded with a coasters cook for a meal, and before night caught two more, one of which he traded, the other sold. He slept under the docks-paying no rent nshed, traded and sold for month then paid for secondhand suit of clothes and the services of a barber His changed appearance induced a boss stevedore to hire him tallying cargo, which was more lucrative than fishing, and furnished in time hat, pair of shoes and an overcoat. He then rented room and slept in bed. Before long he found employment ad- dressing envelopes for a mailing firm, at which his fine and rapid penman- ship secured him steady work, and in a few months he asked his employers to 1ndorse his application for civil service examination. The favor was granted, the examination easily pass ed, and he addressed envelopes while he waited. Meanwhile Rowland purchased new and better clothing and seemed to have no difficulty in impressing those whom he met with the fact that he was gentleman. I've