Connecticut western news., 1916-06-01

wide pool of mellow light over
 the scattered papers on the ta
 A ble and brought out bOyish glints in LangdOn's dark head as it lay on his folded arms, sunk in ineffable weariness
 All through the long hours of the night he had kept his lonely vigil-now boring over the legal documents on the table, now pacing the floor in frenzy of anxiety, or making his way down the echoing corridors to look in with mute suffering at the room where Dr. Foster and Nurse Walton watched so silently beside a moaning, tWitching figure on a narrow prison bed. But when the scanty furniture of the office was gradually emerging from the en- veloping cloak of night into visible ug liness he had at last sunk into a dozc of complete exhaustion. Miss Walton coming to the door, an eager message on her lips, turned silently and plying ly away. Some betraying sound reach ed him, however, and he lifted his head with start, blinking to find the lamp light paling before the gray of morn ing.
 Yawning, he got to his feet and crossed to the window. He flung it wide and drew in great breaths of the chill air.
 For the first time since Mary'S at tack of madness in the courtroom he realized fully how tremendous an as- set the tragedy was to the defense, and in spite of his grief, as a lover, over her suffering, the lawyer in him ex- ulted in the episode which cemented into place the cornerstone of his case.
 The thought of this lent a hint of buOyancy to his tired body as he made another trip to the cell where, at Dr. Fosters orders, they had carried Mary. still screaming with frenzy.
 Mary herself was sleeping soundly when he glanced into the cell, and Dr. Foster was on his feet, frankly stretch ing, while Miss Walton was bathing her tired eyes at the basin in the corner
 Both greeted him with a smile. and. answering the question in his eyes rather than the one he huskily whis- pered with his lips. Dr. Foster said:
 "She will be all right now. She "OlNc' COhSCIOuS, JuSI dIIeI your IdSI visit and is now sleeping soundly There's nothing to worry about-at least, not just at present.
 "Thank Godr' LangdOn's voice broke on the words, and Dr. Foster put out his hand and patted the shoulder of the younger man reassuringly, saying:
 eve all say that, but you'd better go get some rest now; you look done up"
 "Oh. I'm all right" said Langdon. But. Doctor, is she-iS it going to be possible to go on with this trial? Can Mary bear it?''
 q think sO.' The answer came slow ly. Of course yesterdays scene was bad. very bad. But you must realize that the attack, while it was plainly due to the whiskey thrust upon her. was only to some extent brought about by the fact that the liquor was hand ed her at a time when she was hyS- terical and had been re-enacting events that kept her earlier experiences con- stantly in her mind. Given healthy surroundings and happiness, wouldn't worry about attacks in the future.'
 LangdOn nodded absently, for his heart was echoing the earlier words of the great alienist: "Given healthy sur roundings and happiness 1 wouldn't worry about attacks in the future" and he was rowing to himself that, cost what it might, he would yet win freedom and happiness for her.
 He had not dared hope that she would be well enough for the trial to continue for some days at least, but when she woke a few hours later she vowed she was perfectly able to go into court even then. And so, no more than an hour late, the proceedings were continued.
 That hour had seemed a very short time to Mary and to Langdon, but it was a very long one to the excited spectators who crowded the rooms to the doors, whispering excited reminis- cences of the day before.