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been tried by the watchman just a few minutes earlier, and the police were on the job anyway, on account of the club there. The Page woman must have gone down the fire escape and climbed into the hotel at another floor-thatS s the only answer
 The prosecutor turned again to the window "All right" he said curtly But the detective fingered.
 Say Chief" he suggested hesitat- ingly, have you talked to Daniels? Little fat guy that runs the Covington? saw him yesterday and he looks well, sick
 The prosecutor laughed.
 You'd look sick yourself in his shoes" he said Daniels has lost a popular star, bully good show and a generous packer through one little thir- ty-eight calibre cartridge-and the for tune he had his hands on has flown the coop. He doesn't know anything I've pumped him dry as powder"
 A discreet knock sounded, and the bailiff put his head in at the door.
 His Honor is ready to go into Court, sir" he said; and with a nod of relief the prosecutor gathered up his papers.
 Defence begins today, don't it?" asked the detective as he left. What do you guess it's going to be"'
 I'm not guessing anything" said the District Attorney grimly, except that his witnesses are going to have bad time when they get into my hands"
 Tell me something I don't know!" chuckled the detective with honest ad- miration. though after a moments pause he added behind his superior's back. "But Mary Page has got the sympathy of the crowd at that, by glory!"
 She HAD won the sympathy of the spectators now-there was no doubt of it, and the hostility that was writ so large on the faces for her at the begin ming now greeted the prosecutor in- stead, and it was a hostility that some- how was the more acute because the faces were so oddly familiar-so fa- miliar, in fact, that he had almost spoken to one of the men who sat in the front row when he had passed him in the corridor the day before.
 The reporters seemed like old friends, too, and he noticed with a grim little smile that one of the sob sisters" had on a new and very becoming hat, and he wondered ironically whether it was
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the tears of sad memories rather than present suffering, and she flung a grateful glance from beneath her wet curt,
 "No questions" released Mrs. Page from the stand and set her at liberty to drag herself back to her quiet cor her.
 She had laid bare all the tragedy of her married life for the sake of her child and what it had cost her to tell so calmly the story of shame and want and suffering and of the efforts of the drunken father to sell his daughter to man she did not love-only she her self knew. There was more than one woman among the spectators who could and did guess what 1t cost her, and whose heart went out to her in pity. It was, however, an unfinished story that she had told, and the room was vibrant with the unspoken query, Where did Mary go?" when Langdon called his next witness:
 Alexander MacPherson!"
 The burly Scotchman, with his deep ly tanned face. his heavy beard and rough clothes. was a striking contrast to the delicate little witness who had gone before him. and he surveyed the Judge and jury with wary hostility that under less tragic circumstances would have won smile from the spec tators.
 "MacPherson, you are a woodsman, are you not?"
 T am, sir.'
  Where were you employed six years ago?"
 T was wurkin' to the Paisley estate, clearin' out the auld timber in the woods" There was hint of Scot tish accent in his speech. though long years in America had left 1t no more than 8 burr, pleasantly suggestive of the wide woodland spaces among which his life was spent.
 Did you ever see Miss Pager"
 "Yes. sir. She came tae the woods often. She had a luve of the wild things in her heart, and I'd coon across her many times. sittin' vie book. or just dreamin' in the woods"
 "MacPherson, can you remember the last time that you saw Mary Page in the woods of the Paisley estate?" i've a gude memory" he answered rebukingly. land 1t was a time to set
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"Have you ever seen another bruise like that?"
 "Yes"
 "Where?" The question snapped out brutally, and Mary, leaning forward. stretched out one shaking hand toward her mother-in appeal or encourage ment. it was hard to say which.
 Upon the shoulder of my baby! When Mary was born the imprint of five fingers, like purple bruises. showed on her shoulder" Did they remain there?" NO. They faded as she grew older" Did they ever recur?" "Yes The first time was when Mary
 was five years old. MT. Page had come me-intoxicated-and was sitting in the library. Mary ran to him and he | took her on his knee. Suddenly she
 began screaming and striking at him, and he pushed her off his lap. Then" she faltered little, but went bravely on, "Mr. Page took flask of whiskey out of his pocket, and half in fun, half
 in anger, grabbed Mary and tried to
 force the liquor on her. She-she seemed to go mad, and when I snatch | ed her away from him her little night gown had slipped off her shoulder and re-plainly-could be seen the marks | of the hand!" | A murnur of excitement crept about | the reporters table as we'll as among | the spectators This was great stuff, D and when Mary's trembling hand came
 back from its impotent reaching toward l her mother, and went sharply to her | left shoulder, there was no one in the room who needed the answer to Lang don's question. (Which shoulder was. that mark upon. Mrs. Pager"
 "The left one." "How long was it before the child stopped screaming?" Several hours. and she was feverish and ill for days" Langdon's voice now changed abrupt ly, and the prosecutors eyes narrowed to the watchfulness of cats. as the former asked:
 "On the night when your daughter
 repudiated her engagement to David
 Pollock, were you sitting up waiting for their return from dance?" l "Yes"
 twill you tell the court as briefly as l possible what occurred?"
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"Yes. He promised me that he would stop drinking, and I believed. God knows, woman always believes that from a man.
 Please make only direct answers to the questions" interrupted the Judge sternly, and Mrs. Page flushed little under the rebuke. A whisper of sym pathy crept about the room. Will you tell us, please" Langdon's voice was warning in it's sharpness, "as concisely as you can what happened after your marriage?"
 What happened" she said wearily, "is what happens to thousands of wo- men. We hadn't been married very long before my husband began to drink again. The--the-night that the certainty that Mary was coming to us from God came to me-he was out till dawn andshad to be brought home too drunk to even know where he was And all the while that was making ready for her, he made my inability to go out with him an excuse for debauch And oh, your Honor" she added turning to the Judge with a catch in her voice, night after night I used to walk the floor, praying like a wicked woman that my, baby might die before it came into the world-because I was afraid it would bear the taint--would be born with that awful devastating thirst"
 Did your husband ever strike you when he was drunk?" Again Lang don's voice held that warning note, but now the prosecutor broke in sharply: May it please the court, I protest against this evidence, as irrelevant! As being a palpable effort to arouse sym pathy towards the prisoner and her mother and therefore menace to the progress of justice"
 "On the contrary, your Honor" Lang don took an eager step forward, and there was sharp thrill almost of tri- umph in his voice as he spoke, "it is my intention to prove by this testi- mony that Mary Page. through pre- natal influence, was born with so great horror of drink, as to induce, in her moments of temporary insanity even when she was little child. And if Mary Page fired the shot that killed David Pollock she did so while suffer- i ing from an attack of 'repressed psy- chosis' to which she has been subject l all her life."
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, The words spread like flame through the tinder of curiosity and leapt from lip to lip not only through the court itself, but spread by some telepathic means to those lowering in the corridor without. The defence was known at last. It was temporary in- sanity under new and delightfully."- erudite title!
 It caught the prosecutor unawares. He appreciated it's cleverness, even though he doubted it's honesty. It of- fered an excuse for everything-the shooting, the flight, Mary's repeated and hysterical assertions that she re- membered nothing except Pollock's en- deavor to make her drink-but it was so unexpected that he had no quick parry for Langdon's appeal, and he was not surprised when the Judge bade the latter continue his questioning.
 Mrs. Page, I will repeat my former question to you. Did your husband ever strike you when he was drunk?"
 "Yes" The word was no more than whisper.
 Did he ever strike you just before your child was born?"
 "Yes." The answer came more quick ly now, f1ercely, the mother dominant above the wife.
 twill you tell us of the circumstance, please?"
 ''It was one night when I had been sitting up sewing. My husband came home very drunk. He-he frightened me and I ran from him. That infuriat- ed him-he ran after me-and seized me by the shoulder! Then-he-he struck me. But he held me so tight that my shoulder for days bore the inn print of his fingers in great bruise on the flesh"
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in honor of the defence or because the
 day before one of the star writers on a big daily had changed his seat in order to sit beside her He knew the latter reason was the more probable, and the farce of life, the strange dramatic comedy of 1t struck him as it had many
 times before; that here with the black shadow of shameful death hanging over the girl in the prisoners dock, and with the bloody clothes of murdered
 man lying before the jury, men and
 women still found time to play the
 world-old game-to think of hats and ties and getting out to luncheon! And also of reducing life death issues
 to mere good copy" for those who
 could not press into the courtroom, to
 gloat over the next day with avid ea- gerness.
 There was an extra briskness about the newspaper group today, however,
 and the prosecutor noticed two or three
 new faces, relay men, to take the place of others who would turn their stories in by telephone hour after hour for the special editions. For today the defence of Mary Page would begin. Today Langdon must strip off the mask of a smiling confidence and show what lay behind it.
 The mask or at any rate the smile, was still there when he came into court, not with Mary, this time, but ! with her mother. His hand was tuck ed protectingly under the arm of the l little gray haired woman, and his lips were close to her ear as if he were
 murmuring a final encouragement--or a final instruction!
 Mary, too. was smiling, and she had thrust white rose into her belt, a rose as palely sweet as she herself, and her
 lips. curled back like soft red petals, shaped the words she was silently re- beating:
 To-day we will begin my defence.
 Today Philip will start to set me free!" And not even in her own heart would
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she let herself contemplate the thorny | elusive freedom had struck the invis- | ible gyves from off her wrists and heart.
 She was still wincing a little from | the lash of the final speech of the
 prosecutor. It seemed to her as if nothing to come-except the final mo- ments before the verdict-could possi-
 bly, be as bad as that half hour of the
 day before. So it was with equanimity,
 though a yearning wistfulness showed
 in her eyes, that she heard the first
 witness of the day called. | Mrs. Annie Page!" | The frail little woman seemed to have
 visibly shrunE when she took her place in the witness stand, and the great violet shadows under her eyes and the colorless lips told of the strain that the trial was proving. Her slender fin- gers curled like tendrils about the edge of the stand as if she feared her abil- l ity to remain erect; but her eyes were | steady and her voice clear-love for | her child was greater than fear of the | law or the pain of dragging out long, hidden shames and sorrows. Mrs. Page, how long ago was it that you met the man who later became your husband?"
 "Thirty-one years ago at Christ | mas"
 And you became engaged almost i'm mediately?" "Yes."
 "But it was some years before you were married, was it not?' Yes" 'Why?"
 Because of-of MT. Pages habits. My parents insisted upon my breaking the engagement" "But it was later renewed?"
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lose-the girl whom he was next to see in so terrible a guise!
 NO. I-I-went to my husband, who was in the kitchen, and tried to make him stop drinking and go to bed. But, he-he was violent He accused me of-of urging Mary not to marry Pol lock, and when I said that she shouldn' if it would make her unhappy he-he struck me. The blow knocked me down. Mary, who was partially undressed, heard us-and came down, and he turned on her He-struck her, and then he caught her by the shoulder and forced her to her knees!"
 Sobs caught in her throat She could not go on for a moment, and the tears rolled unheeded down her cheeks. as, stammering a little and speaking al- most incoherently, she cried. And then, your Honor-Mary screamed! Screamed the way she had before, and I-I-saw her go mad before my very eyes! MT. Langdon, who had been waiting In the garden-to be sure all was right with us-heard the scream too, and came running in. My husband saw him-and he spatched the poker out of the fire where in my haste l had left it, and swung it at MT. Langdon But it was Mary he hit. I heard the sound of it-I smelt the burnt flesh and as Mir. Langdon flung my husband to the floor ran tc her. But before could reach her-or stop her-she ran still screaming. out of the house and disappeared"
 A passion of tears shook her as she finished teara that were rnirrored fir all the eyes in the room. Even Lang don's voice was unsteady as he sait gently:
 That is all, Mrs. Page"
 Mary was sobbing too, but they were
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Tt was very late. l had been wait they came in. MT. Page, who was very much under the influence of liquor, was berating Mary, and once he start ed to strike her, but MT. Pollock inter- fered, telling me that Mary and I had better go and try and get some rest. Once in her own room, however. my daughter broke down and sobbed and said, Your grief and fathers danger made me accept Mir. Pollock. Tonight I tried to run away with Philip, be- cause he is the man I love-but I am helpless in your hands,"
 Did you still urge Miss Page to mar ry MT. Pollock"
 NO. My daughters happiness was too great price to pay to save my husband from the penalty of his crime, and 1 told Mary that she and I togeth- CT would go to David that very day and plead with him to set her free. It was dawn then, and finally she went to sleep"
 Did you make that plea to MT. Pol lock?"
 "No. We went to the office-but- but-we didn't see MT. Pollock"
 Twill you tell the Court why? Not me- Mrs Page, but the court-as if were not present"
 "Well, your Honor, she said, turn ing to the Judge, when my daughter and l reached MT. Pollock's office the door was open and MT. Langdon was in there. As we came up we heard MT Pollock say, Give me fair chance A. You leave town for two weeks, and if on your return Mary Page still prefers you-I will withdraw and give her ur to you Mir. Langdon demurred at first Then he said he would go that day and
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hurried out without seeing either Mary or me. felt we ought to see MT. Pol lock, anyway, but before we could go into the office we heard door creaK, and my husbands voice." She broke off with smothered sob. and Langdon prompted her quickly:
 What did your husband say, Mrs. Pager"
 He said, With Langdon out of the way, our little scheme should work nicely Then-then Mary pulled at my sleeve and said, Come away without seeing them, Mother. We must warn Philip-and they mustn't know we have been here.' So we went to MT. Lang don's office, and he arranged to come to the house late that night in the hope that we would have learned by that time what the scheme was"
 Did you learn?"
 Yes. Shortly after MT. Langdon had come, my husband and MT. Pollock came in and MT. Pollock told us that he had bought the mortgage on our home. He said that if Mary would marry him within a week he would give her the mortgage and the forged check as a wedding gift. If she didnt-he would foreclose and put the check into the hands of the police"
 Did Miss Page agree?"
 "She said she would answer him the next day, and he said he would wait, though my husband was angry that there should be any delay. Then MT. Pollock went, and Mary joined MT. Langdon. and they started for a walk"
 Did you see them go?''
 ''No. I went to the kitchen to fix the fire for the night. But I was drawn to the window by hearing angry words and saw my husband berating MT. Langdon. I was so terrified over it all and = and = so heartbroken at the thought of losing my home, that hur- ried out and begged Mary to come in to do anything to quiet her father. So she said goodnight to MT. Langdon and, coming in, went straight to her room.'
 Did you go to your room also?" Langdon's voice shook ever so little as he spoke, for her words brought back so wildly that time of horror when he had stood silently in the little garden waiting for the quiet of night to settle over the house that held the girl he loved so well and seemed so likely to
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SYNOPSIS.

Mary Page, actress, is accused of the murder of David Pollock and is defended by her, lover, Philip Langdon. Pollock was intoxicated. Shale, crook and tool of Pollock, was on the fire escape watch ing for Langdon. At Mary's trial she admits she had the revolver Her maid testifies that Mary threatened Pollock with it previously, and Mary's leading man duplicates Langdon. How Mary dis appeared from the scene of the crime is a mystery. Brandon tells of a strange hand print he saw on Mary's shoulder.
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CHAPTER w. Her Mothers Story.

TAHE District Attorney stood at the window of his private office
 adjoining the court and stared
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Copyright, 1915, by Mcclure Pub Iications.
Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1916-09-10
By Lady Duff Gordon
("LU CILE")

YERE are three OF my models for the coming
tt season that will show few OF the fashion
tendencies. ! reserve for my page next
week much fuller description.
Note the tea dress shown in the larger photo.
graph Here we have two new things-hc big
sleeves and the long train. The dress itself is OF
white tuilc. with border OF blue and silver lace
The flowers on this dress and in the hair are in
shades OF old blue. rose and green. The long coat
is OF wolfe bordcrcd and pipcd with Saline An
old blue belt goes around the waist
Next is the charming little, simple dress-one
that is always good" This is OF two shades Of
chiffon The bodice. and body OF the skirt are OF
the paler shade and the hem and the belt darker
The ppngs are OF Saline and the flowers Of the
neck are III dark shades OF gray green and purple
with brilliant citron-colored leaves.
The interesting little drawing Is another tea
gown. with very wide sleeves indecd 1t Is Of
mauve chiffon. The sleeves are of white net en-
brodercd with gold. Rose and salmon shades are
in the gird,c together with gold and silver flowers
The hcaddrcss is of blue paradise and metal quills
Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1916-09-10

In this the long sleeves fall sheer to the floor.
They can be wrapped around tho shoulders, and
they can even be placed around the head as
hood
Next week ! Will show you these new wide
sleeves adapted to walking dresses.
You will notice that in all these three pictures
the silhouette is full one. The skirts are long
think the world is tired of these ridiculous short
skirts of the past season. They are all right In
their pace--but their place is on very young girls
In all these dresses wish you would take no..
tice OF the little touches OF flowers, the little tas
sells and other ornaments These are the accents
that give. or rather interpret. the individuality OF
the dress and It's wearerjust as little courteses.
little charms of manner and thoughts interpret
the soul.
Having so delicate and important Q mission, It
is upon these accents that, perhaps, the greatest
thought and care should be expended, An inhar.
monious ornament placed wrongly on a dress may
not only Kill the whole dress, but make the wesrer
seem actually vulgar.
Life is made up OF the little things. and the
little things are what interpret life.
Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1916-09-10

DUFFGORDON
world. for
~A and wel-deed
establishment
Of
Lady Duflodos American establishments SO
srce.N andNo 400 Lake
The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1916-02-14
CARTHAGE, ILL.
. >>>>>>>>>>>

The annual melting of the Carthage
Furniture and Undertaking Co. was
held Monday when all the old Off
GERS were reelected. e. E. Trethe-
way who has conducted the business
during the past year, was retained as
manager Recently other members of
the force resigned and new ones are
being broken in.
Mrs. Amy Link and Mr.. Granville
Cannon were married last Thursday
evening, Rev. H. d. Hoover officiat-
ing. Carthage folks are congratulate
ing.
Attorney Sam Naylor fell on the icy
pavement recently, breaking his left
arm near the shoulder He is in
keokuk hospital and the fractured
member is slowly healing.
The young ladies' music circle OBJ
served the seventh anniversary of the
Alma Horney Monday evening. 1t
was an excellent session, enjoyed by
all present.
Hon. VIM. Hartzell of Carthage has
been retained by members of the
Baptist church in Oquawka, in regard
to their recent trouble with their
pastor
Burton Cannon has accepted a posi-
ton with the Illinois Printing Co. at
Danville.
Joab Green is able to be on duty
again after ten days illness with a
queer disease. One of his feet be-
The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1916-02-14

room Of the Elyaston school. She is
a Carthage girl.
DR.. VIM. Blender has sold the Chas.
Coleman property to VIM. Wilson.
Mrs. John Gault Is reported very
low in st. Joseph's hospital. Keokuk.
A jolly crowd of young married
people "bobsleded" to the country
home of Walter Daw Monday evening
and spent the few pleasant hours at
500
John E. Erwin and Miss Leota Mills
were married Tuesday evening at S
o'clock at the home of her aunt Mrs.
Henry Morgan Of this city. The bride
and groom stood beneath a huge pink
bell and the words were said by Rev.
J. W Ferris The ceremony was wit
messed only by immediate relatives OF
the contracting parties. After the
ceremony, delicious refreshments
were served. The young people have
gone TO housekeeping in cozy cot
tage just south of the intermediate
school house. The brida-is win