New Britain herald., 1916-03-23
EPISODE x. pOlIOck'S Threat.

l lie green Snaued lam llung n Wlue pool of mellow light over the scat tered papers on the table and brought out boyish glints in Iangdon's dark head as it lay on his folded arms, sunk in ineaffble 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 ech oing corridors to look in with mute suffering at the room where Dr. Foster and Nurse Walton watched so silently beside moaning twitching figure on a barrow prison bed. But when the Scanty furniture of the office was gradually emerging from the enveloping cloak of night into visible uglness he had at last sunk into a doze Of complete exhaustion Miss Walton coming to the door, an eager message on her lips, turned silently and pityingly away. Some betraying' sound reached him, however, and he lifted his mead with a start, blinking to find the lamp light paling before the gray of m orn- ing.
 Yawning, he got to his feet and crossed to the window. He flung 1t wide and drew in great breaths of the chill air A heavy fog was "rap- ping the city in dense gray waves, and from the river came the minor monot- ony of warning whistles. Dreary as it was his heart frightened; for after all, it was morning and he was still young enough to feel that nothing can | be quite so bad in the day as it is l in the shadows of the night. For the first time since Mary at l tack of madness in the courtroom he l realized fully how tremendous an a.s- l set the tragedy was to the defense, and in spite of his grief, as a lover, l over her suffering, the lawyer in him 1 exulted in the episode which cement ed into place the cornerstone of his 1 case.
 l The thought of this lent q hint of l bouyancy to his tired body a3 he made l another trip to the cell where, at ] Dr. Fosters orders they had carried | Mary, still screaming with frenzy. But 1 it was the lover rather than the law 1 yer who had surged uppermost by the ! time he reached the door, and al thoughts of the trial were subme ergeG in an overweening anxiety and pity ! for the slender girl who was paying | so heavy a price for her fathers sir l of drunk
 ! Mary herself was sleeping soundlA
 when he glanced into the cell, and Dr l Foster was on his feet frankly stretch
 ing, while Miss Walton was bathing
 her tired eyes at the basin in the cor
 ner.
 Both greeted him with a smile. anf
 answering the question in his eyes
 rather than the one he 1uslSily Whis
 pered with his lips, Dr. Foster said:
 She will be all right now. She
 woke, conscious, just after your las
 visit and is now sleeping sound1y
 There's nothing to worry about--a
 least. not just at present"
 Thank God." Lansdon's- voice
 broke on the words, and Dr. Foster
 put out his hand and patted ths
 shoulder of the younger man reassur
 ingly saying:
 We all say that but you'd bette
 go get some rest now; YOU look don'
 up."
 "Oh. I'm all right" said Langdon , But. Doctor is she--is it going to b 7 possible to go on with this trial? Cal l Mary bear it?'
 , T think so." The anSWor cam slowly "Of course yesterdav's seen
 
 I realize that the attack, while It wa 1 plainly due to whiskey thrust upol
 her. was only to some extent broueh f l about by the fact that the liquor wa
 handed her at a time when she va , hysterical and had been re~enactin: , events that kept her earlier expert - ences constantly in her mind. Csivel = healthy surroundings and happiness ) l wouldn't worry about attacks in tn 1 future But it's fine reflection upol an American city" he continued l ] harshly. drawing Langdon out int = the hall so as not to wake Mary. "t 1 fine thing when it Is impossible t.