Connecticut western news., 1916-04-13

Miss Page threatened him, didn't she, Mr. Brandon?"
 itivcly an expression of horror on her face. I never saw any one so unstrung. She had on m evening gown, of course, ana saw" Brandon paused again.
 Yes? What did you seeT" cried Langdon.
 "I saw q strange mark on her shoul- lder-ilngcr.prints that came and went in the most uncanny way. was quite rnncrved myself. Miss Page was by this time looking through. the door at you, Mir. Langdon."
 ''l object" shouted the District At torney. "This story has no bearing"
 "Overruled," his Honor calmly said,
 "This testimony" cried Langdon. n triumphant note in his voice. will have m important bearing on the line of defense shall later adopt"
 "I object again." fairly yelled tho prosecutor. Such talk tends to preiu- Gigc the jury"
 "Oyorruled. again the Judge drawled.
 "Is that the first time you ever saw these marSs?" Langdon asked.
 "Ycs, sir"
 And the last time?"
 No. Six years later"
 "Tcll the jury"
 The witness coughed. as if preparing for an ordeal.
 It was the night of the opening Of Miss Page in New York. 1 couldn't get q seat, so I stood in the rear of the thcater, near the side. I was po- lice reporter then, and 1t was almost time for me to be on duty at the sta. tion. So I hurried away. Things were dull when I got there, so l sat in n cor. ner near the stove and must have be- come little drowsy. Pretty soon-I cant tell what time it was. but 1t must have been couple of hours later Langdon came rushing in. He was looking for Mary Page. We recognized each other, and was surprised to find him in such place on such an errand. Then he told me Of the murder of Pol lock.
 "Somehuw the night wore on. l had to stay on duty. In the morning, very early, the prisoners were brought out from the pen. l hadn't slept much. X paper was brought in, and I saw the staring headlines telling all about thu murder. That woke mo up I can tell you. What was my surprise. an instant later. to sec Mary Page enter the room from a side door, in full evening clothes. but with no hat or coat! ! could scarcely believe my eyes. I thought l'd gone mad, or something Why. I'd Just been reading about her and there she stood. pale and beautiful. but bcwidcrcI and frightened. X po- lice officer took hold of her.
 "'Who is this woman" the sergeant said.
 We don't know who she is,' tho officer answered. She wouldn't talk. Shc was pulled last night with couple of
 Just then I was close to her. Shc didn't recognize me: she seemed strangely dazed, almost hypnotlzed. Then she caught sight of the paper in my hand. with its biz type running across the whole front puge-'SensG. tional Murder she grabbed. and real 1t. mortified. and we all just stood there looking nt her. without saying q word. Even the sergeant was silent, Sha seemed to dcvour the story. And then some vision must have come beforc her eyes. for she whispered something about n bottle, 'whisliey.' and her farc and arms bccame tense. I looked at her bare shoulder. and that's when [ saw those strange finger.prints again. They came and went as before.
 Then the outer door opened nul you. Mir. Langdon. came in. You looked tired haggnrd. bedraggled. You still had on evening clothes. I remember" turning directly to the jury. what n sensation Mir. LangdOn's presence ere ated. his name having been in every headline too. Miss Page saw him. He went up 10 her without n word. und they embraced each other. And then Miss Page stepped forward to the ser gennt's desk anG whispered, SO low that could hardly hear her. ' give myself up.'
 Everybody was astonished, as you Might realize. Then she turned. and buried her head on Langdon's shoul- der"
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