The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-12-11

over many coIumns with naIr tone and line illustrations, in reporting and com menting upon the testimony of. Mrs. Trask. All agreed in commenting the quiet dignity of the woman in widows weeds who had taken the stand to tell the secrets of her life, and they ex- pressed much sympathy-some of it maudlin-with the bereaved woman. The case was meat and drink for the sensa atfonal writers, and they availed themselves of it to the full
 But Joan Trask knew nothing of all this She did not read the papers, and she denied herself to interviewers. She had told her story on the stand. She would add nothing to it for the sake of spreading the sensation. Only few intimate friends did she tell how much of an ordeal the giving of testimony had been to her.
 In passing from the courtroom she had neared the prisoner, and he had raised his head just in time to catch. her eye. For moment he had forgot ten his own misery, and in his coun- tenance she read commiseration for her and sympathy with her in her ordeal brought about by his own dreadful act. Despite her horror of the man who had shot her husband, she felt momenta- ry pang of sorrow for him and regret that perhaps her testimony would aid In the taking of his life by the law But law had called, upon her for assistance in upholding it's majesty and she must obey
 When the trial of Robert Strickland was resumed the first witness to be called was pr. Morgan. the physician who had been summoned to examine the body of Gerald Trask after the shooting. He told of the summons and of having established the fact that the pistol had been aimed truly, the bullet putting Trask beyond the possibility of human aid:
 "Dr Morgan, in what condition did you find MT. Trask's body ?'' asked Dis trict Attorney Gray.
 T found two bullet wounds. One was a slight flesh wound ih the right shoulder caused by grazing bullet. The other bullet entered the body just above the left breast and lodged In the heart"
 sThat's all, pr. Morgan" said Gray. and ArbuckIe signitied to the court that he did not desire to cross examine the witness.
 w 1IQ the LOStl1uOuy Ol kOEs -1nOESdn the case for the prosecution was closed, and MT. Gray resigned the leading place in the proceedings to his oppo- nent, David Arbuckle. To the latter Judge Dinsmore said:
 Proceed with the defense, MT. Ar buckle
 To this Arbuckle replied, "I'n cab Miss Doris Strickland And an at tendant left the courtroom for the young daughter of the defendant.
 Again the orderly proceedings of the law were interrupted by fmpulsi7e at:- ton by the prisoner at the bar. The dejection which had marked him gave way to desperation mounting almost to frenzy Predominant in his nature was the love of father for his daugh- ter, the love which an eminent pro- ifessor, learned in literature and psy- chology, has declared is the purest, most disinterested affection known to human beings.
 With cry Strickland sprang to bis feet.
 His tones were broken as he address ed Judge Dinsmore.
 tsNo-your honor-don't let her testify she's my little girl-she's all I've got left-don't let her testify"
 With the same cold, grave, judicial severity that had marked his admoni- ton to Clever not to volunteer opinions Judge Dinsmore addressed the pris- oner:
 You must leave your case in the hands of your counsel. He will protect your interests"
 q don't want to be protected; pro tect my little girl. Don't bring her ir herei'' said the unhappy father.
 But his voice was stiiled by the sight of little Doris entering the room. Tha child's face Frightened as her eyes fell on her father. Crying Daddy she hurried to his side and put her arms around him before Arbuckle could make gentle interpretation and take her away. As he separated the two Strick- land said in broken voice:
 ssNo, no; take her out of here. She's all have left to me"
 His words went unheeded. "Ui' there, Doris.'' said Arbuckle to the lit tie girl, and he took her to the witnes stand.
 Again Strickland made a futile at tempt to spare his little girl the ordee of testifying.
 Your honor, I want to keep her on of this; it's the only request I've made yc..'-a a man, your honor a father. perhaps''-
 Had Judge Dinsmores voice los. some of it's judicial timbre? It seemed so to the audience, although the tones of the aged judge were still even and calm as he turned to the prisoner and said:
 T am powerless to help you. I ar merely an instrument of the law whici. will mete out justice to you. The lav must be permitted to take it's course Proceed. Air. ArbueSle."
 And then Strickland seemed to real