Connecticut western news., 1916-06-01

was going to take him right out of tho theatre. And when I heard Mir. Lang tlon's cry-I-I was too horsilcd 10 move for r.inutc. Then l rushed down and turned on the stage lights"
 "Will you tell Us what you saw?'
 "I saw Mir I.angdon hanging tO tho edge of an open trap that led down some thirty feet to the cement cellar below, and Shale standing to one side, with black jack in his hand. I thought he was going to hit Langdon. and I snatchcd it away from him and dragged langdon back upon the stage. The very first words he said made me realize he didn't know the real reason of that open trap. so I hid the black. jack behind me and took Mir. Langdon to the door myself and saw him safely away"
 Did you see Mir. Pollock again that night?"
 "YeS. When got back to the stage I found him there denouncing Shale for having failed to do his part. anG when l asked him If he had meant murder. he said. Yes. I meant to have him killed through an apparent acct dent What is more, tell you her and now. that I'll kill Mary Page and I'll kill myself. before Iangdon shall win her" That's what Jim Pollock said. and that's what l thought he had done that night I SWEAR I didn't 20 into that room! But I heard them quarrel, and l heard the scream and the shot. And l thought he'd done it and I ran away. in sheer horror that's all. My God. You must believe mo. It's trrc that l quarreled with JiI Pollock. not once. but many times. It's true that he didn't play fair with mo. Eut can't you see that had ev- erythinC to lose and nothing to gain hy his death! It's meant ruin to me and ruin to my wife and little girl"
 His voice broke pitifully over the last words. Leaning forward. he buried his face in his shaking hands. waiting for the next question. But 1t didn't come. That tragic outburst had car ricd conviction. not merely to Lang don but to everyone in the room, and whatever shadows of suspicion had hung over Mir. Daniels faded before the pitiful but indubtab!e veracity of his story. The mystery. if mystery it was. of James Pollocli's death was still as impcnetrablc. and the cords of the law that for time seemed to he loOs- ening from about Mary Page, had frightened again.
 Cct to Mary and I.angdon that tcs- Ian something that for the time at least seemed greater than the law-an un- dcgstanding of Mary's heart vision of what right yet be if freedom could be wen for hc".
 IL was strange moment for great love to find expression. and n stran"e story which had wakcned it; and. while Langdon felt deep in his heart that no words were needed after that glance of Mary's he could not forbcar following her to her cell when court had adjourned. She glanced up at him with sudden shyness when he came in. a"1 her hands went out waveringlyy but whether to hold him off or to cling Sh2 could not herself have told. Lang don had no doubts. however and caught them close in his warm grasp and drew her to him in n silence more eloquent than words. Then, stoopng till his cheek lay against her hair. he whispered unstendiy:
 Mary. when Daniels told of James Pollock's attempt on my life, your eyes said something to mo that they have never said before. Did you mean it, dcar?" Then. as she clung to him mutely. he laughed softly and added:
 'I know you did. You can never deny it now. my darling. and when nll this is over. am going to ask you n