The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-02-27


 lock looked relieved at that, but there was hint of sheer in his voice as he asked, Tn that case, may I ask il you are going to return to New Town and if so who is going to support you? You have no right to aslS,' she an swered quietly, but I don't mind an swering. We are not going to New Town; we are going to New York where hope to secure a position Did MT. Pollock show any surprise at that?"
 "No, but he was obviously chagrined And then interfered and reminded Mrs. Page that they would miss their train if there was any further delay and they left, Pollock driving away fir his machine almost directly back o1 them"
 Did Miss Page seem calm and col lected?"
 "Yes, outwardly: but there was g look in her eyes that made me fearful for her future, and her hands had re- sumed their nervous twitching when put her into the automobile. It made me realize that the great influence tc fear for her was Pollock, and it is my decided opinion that if, as have heard he continued to persecute the defend ant, the result would"
 T object!" stormed the District At- torney, leaping to his feet. "Dr. Eos ter's last assertion that the defend ants mental ailment was aggravated through the continued persecution of David Pollock, is hearsay evidence, and direct maligning of a dead man."
 T sustain that objection," said the judge sternly, adding to the doctor You must restrict yourself to an- swering questions, Dr. Foster. Let the answer be stricken out from the words into the automobile"
 The doctor, a flush of annoyance on his face, turned questioningly toward Langdon, but the latter, after mo- ment's hesitation said coolly:
 ''No more questions
 But the prosecutor had. He got to his feet with the alacrity of fighting man going into battle. Here was a foeman worthy of his steel, a man whose testimony was. he felt sure, full of little weaknesses into which he could dig the rapier of his wit and his legal questioning. He hated Dr. Fos- ter. yet he admired him and exulted in the game of wits before him.
 But he was the loser With a tongue steeped in vitriol he attacked the tes- timony of the alienist; he held Mary Page up as a hysterical girl who had sought notoriety: he flung doubt upon the possibility of a Temporary men, tai Arrangement, but though he tor tured Mary until with shuddering hor- TOT she sank forward in her chair, her hands pressed against her ears to shut out the sound of his voice, he could not shake the smiling imperturbability of Dr. Foster. Cross examination meant nothing to the latter. and much as he regretted the strain upon the pitiful little prisoner, he really enjoyed pit ting his power against that of the prosecutor.
 So his answers came with cool de- liberation, and a hint of insolence that won the admiration of the spectators who were divided between zest in the stirring battle and pity for Mary. But it was the sympathy that came upper most when at last, unable to bear any longer the brutal wrangle over her sanity. she leaped to her feet, 8 little moaning cry of protest wrung from her white lips. Langdon was at her side in an instant, his hands drawing her down into her chair again. his lips whispering encouragement and com fort, till she smiled up at him--a wav- ering, pathetic little smile.
 To the prosecutor in his present sav- age humor it seemed carefully plan ned bit of by-play, yet he could so plainly see it's effect upon the jury, and could read so clearly the antagonism growing in their eyes when they look ed at him. that with an abrupt shrug he swung upon his heel and sat down with curt, "That's all"
 That released Dr. Foster, and sent him back triumphantly to the witness room. There were two newcomers there now, a sweet-faced matronly looking woman of middle age, rather fashioned in her dress, and young girl of about twenty-five who was di- vided between nervous fears and youthful zest She was destined to be the next witness. and Dr. Foster smiled involuntarily when he saw her. Most people smiled at Amy, for that matter. for she was bubbling over with youth and laughter. but for all that, her gail ety was backed up by the shrewdness of the modern girl who fights her own battles promptly and successfully.
 Her tailored suit and soft blouse open at the throat were smartly cut, and her hat was a hint daring in it's shape and the way it was tilted over her little nose. and when the bailiff called her name Miss Amy Barton 9 her agitation led her to tip at an even more dangerous angle as she tried to powder her nose and kiss her mother at the same time.
 I'm scared bluel" she confided to the other witnesses in shaky voice. "A first night is cinch to this. What do I have to say?"
 You have only to answer questions.' said Dr. Foster. land there is really nothing to be frightened about"
 T suppose not" she answered as she went through the door, "but wouldn't care anyway. I'd go be hanged if it would help Mary"