The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1916-04-06

'rore, MISS RACER
wrong moment, but except for a har
assed frown he showed little signs Of
his disappointment as he again called
Mary to the witness-stand.
She came more willingly this time;
it seemed somehow less Of an ordeal
for she sensed that things had gone In
her favor for a moment, and she did
not even finch when. with a flourish,
the District Attorney took up the re-
vOlver dying with the other exhibits Of
the case before the jury and, thrusting
it toward her. asked sharply:
Have you ever seen this revolver
before, Miss Page?"
eyes 1t belonged to Mr.. Pollock"
"Was it in his possession ON the
night when lie was mur1ered?'
NO" Her voice broke now and fell
ut was in my possession them
"And you had it at the Hotel Repub-
uc."
Yes
"And was it your habit" the prose
cutor's Voice was satirically mocking,
"was it your habit, Miss Page. to at
tend banquets with a revolver in your
handbag"
Mary flushed angrily.
''The revolver was lying on my dress
ing-table at the theater," she said. ''and
1 put it into my bag, intending to give
it to Mr. Langdon. butt forgot it.
1T was an unfortunate loss Of mem
DRY for Mr.. Pollock" said the attorney
dryly, with a glance at the jury. Then
he abruptly waved the witness away.
as though it would be waste OF time
to question her further. Langdon halt
ed her
"Will you explain to the court he
cried. how that revolver came into
your possession. Miss Pager
Gaining courage at his tone, and the
smile that accompanied his words,
Mary turned toward the jury and In
that beautiful modulated voice that
had held so many audiences spell
bound. she told rapidly, but in detail.
the story Of Pollock's visit to her dress
ing-room on the afternoon Of that IA
tai day. She TERED little over the
recital of his abrupt proposal and, wo-
man-like, put in the world-Old apology
for his brutality by the simple state
ment:
"He was drunk, you know.
Then, wildly. her slender hands ges-
turing and her voice rising with poign-
ant memories and pride Of Langdon.
she told of the latter's entry in re-
Spouse to her screams and Of his bat
tie with Pollock. Tensely silent, but
with every nerve alert, the crowd lis
tened as she described how Pollock
n
ct only to drop it.
''He tried to pick it up again" she
said. unconsciously visualiZing for them
the picture of the struggling men. but
I crawled close and snatched it up be-
fore he could reach ii"
She paused. and when she would
have taken up the thread of her story
again. Langdon's hand stopped her.
''That is all, thank you. Miss Page.
he said. and the District Attorney. sur
prise on his face. but with a new gl1n'
in his eyes. got quickly to his feet.
81 crave the courts permission tt
ask the witness one more question,
he said, and as the Judge waved as
sent he asked slowly. knowing the sen
sation his question would create:
miss rage. was tleIe duHoHe ci9s
In the room at the time this struggle
was going on?"
"Not-not exactly in the ROOM" sait
Mary. after an trs+art's hesitation
There were people outside the door
and-and my maid. who hal been ont
ran in during the eNci+emcnt.
''Is your maio Janet or Jeannett
Beauchamp?"
~Yes" Mary's voice was uneasy no"