The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-12-17

Mrs. Strickland Took the Stand. ness, deemed it his duty to interfere again. He addressed the judge:
 eff the court please, must again in sist that my friend refrain from lead ing the witness
 Before Judge Dinsmore could rule Arbuckle said:
 CT submit, your honor, that the child is laboring under terrific strain and that must be allowed some latitude. ; For 2 moment the judge hesitated, his paIpable sympathy with the little witness struggling within him with his duty to hold the scales of justice even. His words to Arbuckle were caution ary, but his manner was kindly as he said to the lawyer for the defense:
 'gTry not to lead the witness. z
 The momentary rest had done Doris good and when Arbuckle asked her. You say you heard a noise, Doris?'' she seemed tride less exhausted. She answered, "Yes, sir"
 What kind of noise was it?''
 T don't know-a funny noise-lilze a little frecracker."
 And what did your mother do when she heard the noise?"
 The vivid recollection brought back all of Doris terror and weariness. She made brave attempt to answer, say ing:
 ssShe screamed and said, My God, he's killed himv, Then the child fal- tered and cried out: "Please let me go. ! don want to talk any more"
 ''Just one more question and you'll be all through. What did your mother do after she said, My God, he's killed him?' ''
 She took me in her arms and kissed me and said. .Goodby.' And I cried because it hurt when she kissed me. And she went away
 And have you seen your mother since that night?"
 The child sobbed: "No, no. I want to see her.'' She looked up, and her eyes rested upon her father, sitting in the prisoners chair and staring at her in strained attention. Doris rose from the witness chair and started from the platform toward her father. crying: Daddy dear, why did you make mamma cry and run away from me?' Before Doris could set foot on the floor of the courtroom Arbuck1e caught her in his arms and said to the court. '"That'st childs story, your honor''
 Strickland had started to his feet when his. little daughter had turned to him. His right arm was suspended in the sling. With his free left hand out stretched he appealed to the judge, ex- claiming:
 For Gods sake, you're torturing my little babyr'
 The court was astir with sympathy for Doris Strickland if not for her ia ther. There Were whispered words of sympathy and quiet exclamations as the dramatic scene was acted, and some of the more susceptible among the spectators started to their feet. Judge Dipsmore kept his judicial pose. He rapped thrice with his gavel and said:
 MT. Strickland--silencef
 q move that the childs testimony be stricken out said District Attorney Gray. But the. hour was late, and the trial of the case of the people of the state of New York against Robert Strickland for the murder of Gerald Trask was adjourned for the day,
 That night the people of New YorE read and discussed nothing but tho case. And the feature that held theE most was the testimony of little Dori Strickland, telling her story to save her dearly beloved daddy" The uni versaI comment was:
 ~Poor child! Her mother. ought tc be here with herr
 
 The opening of the next days pro ceedings in the trial saw the courtroo:- scene all set at 10 o'clock in the morning save that one of the principal charac ters was missing. The trial could not proceed without David Arbuckle. the defendants chief counsel, and Judge Dtnsmore asked of the district attor- ney:
 CTo Be Continued.O