New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1916-03-22

"Miss Page threatened him, didn't she,
Mr.. Brandon7"
itively an expression Of horror on her
face. never saw any one so unstrung.
She had on an evening gown, of course.
and I saw" Brandon paused again.
eyes? What did you see? cried
Langdon.
Il saw strange mark on her shoul-
der-fnger-prints that came and went
In the most uncanny way. was quite
unnerved myself. Miss Page was by
this time looking through the door at
you, Mr.. Langdon.''
II objectw shouted the District At
torney. "This story has no bearing-'
"Overruled," his Honor calmly said.
"This testimony" cried Langdon,
triumphant note in his voice, will
have an important bearing on the line
of defense shall later adopt
Il object again." fairly yelled the
prosecutor. "Such talk tends to preju-
dice the jury"
"Overruled," again the Judge drawled.
rs that the first time you ever saw
these marks?" Langdon asked.
eyes, SIR"
"And the last timer"
mo. Six years later
"Tell the jury"
The witness coughed, as if preparing
for an ordeal
1T was the night of the opening Of
Miss Page in New York. l couldn't
get seat, SO stood in the rear Of the
theater, near the side. l was DO
lice reporter then, and it was almost
time for me to be on duty at the sta
ton. So hurried away. Things were
dull when got there, so sat in a cor
ner near the stove and must have be-
come little drowsy. Pretty soon-I
can't tell what time it was, but it must
have been couple of hours later
Langdon came rushing in. He was
looking for Mary Page. We recognized
each other, and was surprised to find
him In such place on such an errand.
Then he told me of the murder Of Pol.
| lock.
Somehow the night wore on l had
to stay on duty. In the morning, very
early, the prisoners were brought out
from the pen. hadn't slept much. A
paper was brought In, and l saw the
staring headlines, telling all about the
murder. That woke me up, can tell
you! What was my surprise, an instant
later, to see Mary Page enter the room
| from a side door, in full evening
| clothes, but with no hat or coat! I
could scarcely believe my eyes, /
| thought I'd gone mad, or something!
Why, I'd just been reading about her
and there she stood, pale and beautiful,
| but bewildered and frightened. A DO
| lice officer took hold Of her.
| "'Who is this woman? the sergeant
said.
ave don't know who she is the
officer answered. She wouldn't talk.
| She was pulled last night with couple
Of
"Just then l was close to her. She
didn't recognize me; she seemed
strangely dazed, almost hypnotized.
Then she caught sight of the paper in
my hand, with it's big type running
across the whole front page-'Sensa-
tional Murder She grabbed, and read
it, Mortified, and we all just stood there
looking at her, without saying a word.
Even the sergeant was silent. She
seemed to devour the story. And then
some vision must have come before
her eyes, for she whispered something
about a BOTTLE 'whiskey' and her face
and arms became tense. I looked at
her bare shoulder, and that's when I
saw those strange fnger-prints again.
They came and went as before.
"Then the outer door opened, and
you, MI. Langdon, came in. You looked
tired, haggard, bedraggled. You still
had on evening clothes. l remember"
turning directly to the jury, what
sensation Mr.. Langdon's presence Gre
ated, his name having been in every
headline too. Miss Page saw him. He
went up to her without a word, and
they embraced each other. And then
Miss Page stepped forward to the SER
geant's desk and whispered, so low
that I could hardly hear her. I give
myself up
Everybody was astonished, as you
might realize. Then she turned, and
buried her head on Langdon's shoul-
der"
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