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Bryan daily eagle and pilot. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1909-1918, 1916-12-11
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80 MISS GRACE BOWMAN.
Bryan daily eagle and pilot. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1909-1918, 1916-12-11
Just
Suppose

Suppose that you at a musicale in private
home or in public concert room.
Suppose that great singer whom you had been
invited to hear had paid admtance fee to hear,
got up before you and sang in such way that his
voice sounded like talking machine.
What would you think, and what would you do?
You would think that the singer trying to play
joke on you and you would be offended and if you
had paid money at the door, you would demand its
return.
No one expects realism from
talking machine
You do not singers real voice to sound like his talking
machine records and OF you don't expect his talking
machine records sound like his voice
This the vital distinction between the New Edison and all
talking machines
Bryan daily eagle and pilot. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1909-1918, 1916-12-11

One taste of success is better than
meal OF defeat.
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And you became engaged almost al once, did you noL:" Inc question and the answer were equally quiet.
 Yes"
 But you were not married for some tine?"
 No" The gentle old voice shook now, and faint flush crept into the thin cheeks.
 Why" The question snapped sharp ly, but her answer was long in coming.
 Because" she said at last. Il found that Dan drank, and I-I said l would not marry man like-like that"
 But you did later on?' Yes" she continued. He promised me that he would stop, and believed God knows a woman always believes that-from a man." Please make only direct answers to the questions" broke in the judge sternly. But some woman in the back of the room said aloud:
 That's the truth she's speaking. Let her say it."
 "Silence!" commanded the judge. And now Langdon said:
 Will you tell us as concisely as pos sible of what happened after your mar riage?"
 For d long time it seemed as if she could not go on, and Mary leaned to- ward her, whispering softly:
 "Oh, mother-mother, darling" Bus as if the words were a draft of en- couragement Mrs. Page took up the thread of her story.
 What happened" she said wearily, "is what happens to thousands of wo- men. We hadn't been married very long before my husband began to drink again. The-the first night he came home really drunk was the night I had planned to tell him that Mary was coming to us from God. l don't think shall ever forget the horror of that time And all the while that l was making ready for her he was mak- ing my inability to go out with him an excuse for debauch.
 "Oh, your honor" and now she turn ed to the judge, tits no wonder my child is full of the fear of drink. For night after night I walked the floor, duu l DIdAtu llhG u WlNhtu NbAhell Allhl my baby might die before it came into the world-because I was afraid it would bear the taint-would be born with that awful devastating thirst"
 More than one man in the room and, indeed, more than one of the jurors moved uneasily at the words, quietly spoken, but pregnant with tragedy.
 "On the night that Mary was born," she went on, "Dan was too drunk to even be told-that-he had a daugh- ter"
 A murmur of sympathy crept through the room, and one voice could be heard distinctly:
 "Oh, well, that's not unusual. Most men do-beastly drunk"
 II felt then" said Mrs. Page tender ly, "that it didn't matter. I had my baby, and I was too full of happy dreams for her future to fear for the present.
 Somehow" Mrs. Page continued. ''the years passed, and Mary reached sixteen, but each of those increasing years had increased her fear of drunk enness. She was even afraid of her father, and because we were too poor for her to have pretty clothes she
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''~ ''~' v '''S ''' - CT, to whom complaints had been made of the riotous behavior of big supper party from one of the theaters.
 Tt was a pretty noisy bunch" he said coolly. But they didn't seem to be doing any harm, so I just stood at the door watching them, and presently James Pollock came in.
 He was in evening dress" he con tinued, land he called a bellhop and gave him a message, pointing out the young lady who was sitting at the head of the table with the noisy par ty."
 "Was that young lady Miss Pager asked the district attorney, indicating Mary with jerk of his head.
 Ut Was," said the detective firmly. ''Then MT. Pollock went down to what we call the little gray room and, going in, shut the door. The bellhop started into the dining room, but almost be- fore he'd taken step the young lady, Miss Page, threw her wineglass on the floor with a hysterical sort of laugh and came reeling out of the room with her hands stretched out, as if she didn't know where she was going.
 q turned away to call one of the maids to take charge of her, and when I came back she was making straight for the gray room, walking as firmly as if she'd never had a drink in her life. She went in and shut the door. and a minute afterward MT. Langdon there comes flying out of the cafe and shouts:
 "'Which way did Miss Page go?
 In the gray room,' I answered, and with that he ran toward it, with me beside him, but before we got there we heard a shot, and'- He paused. enjoying to the full the sensation of the moment and the tense whispering wave of sound that quivered through the crowded room. "When we had broken in the door we found James Pollock shot through the heart and Mary Page lying in a faint beside him with a revolver not six inches from the ends of her fingers"
 Mary, who had been watching him as if fascinated, quailed from that curt. almost vhldictive, description of the finding of the bodies of the living and the dead, and, resting her arms on the edge of the dock, she buried her face in them and for the first time sobbed bitterly.
 A murmur of sympathy arose, and several people stood up, only to be rudely pushed back into their seats by those behind. And now the district attorney, going to the grewsome array of ''exhibits" in the case, picked up the revolver and, showing it to the jury. put it into the detectives hands.
 ''Is this the revolver" he demanded dramatically, land is the prisoner the woman whom you found locked in the room with the dead body of James PollockP
 "Yes," answered the detective. And at the word the pencils of the reporters began to spin like mad across the far
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improper and insulting language. He didnt mean it-hc GiGu't l.aow what he was saying-but it was terrible for Mary, and she urged Philip to leave at once. l heard them-anl heard Dams words-and l ran out tO help. leaving the poker thrust into the hot coals of the range. for | had been fixing the fire.
 We've got Dan into the house and on to n sofa in the kitchen st last, where he lay babbling about James Pollock, with whom he had been drink. ing and who was also-or who had tried to be-a friend of my daughters"
 Again the whispering murmur of eI- citement swept through the room, but died of its own accord.
 "Dan slept for long time, and when he woke up he wanted more to drink
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knew that beyond that pool of silence in which he stood another clamorous throng surged about the door of the court and filled the room itself-thOu sands of them, some men and many women, vOracious for sensation, glut- ted with the lure of this tremendous tragedy that was being played for them by living puppets. The law had indeed discovered the secret that every theatrical manager sighs to know what the public wantS.''
 With a word or two to the officials, Langdon went hurriedly down the echoing corridors to Mary's cell; past row after row of monOtonOus barre doors, from behind which faces peereG out with idle carbohydrates, savage, despairing, dull with indifference or ravaged by tears. But they meant nothing to Langdon, for heart and brain alike were speeding on ahead of him to that distant narrow room where Mary waited.
 At the cell door he halted and quick ly removed his hat, unhidden tears springing to his eyes, for Mary was kneeling like a little child, her head in her mothers lap, and the elder wo- man was praying aloud:
 "And God give us strength to go through this day and grant justice to this, my child!'
 Justice, dear God, justicer' echoed Mary. And no artistry of the great actress could have given to that sim pie prayer the peignancy that a great faith and great sorrow gave to it.
 Then they spied Langdon, and Mary, jumping up, gave a cry of joy and ran into his arms. He held her tightly, and the actress in her would have ap- plauded if she had known the effort that lay back of his cheery greeting, his word of hope and the tender smile with which he put into her hand white roses to pin against her dark frock.
 'I think we had better go on into court now" he said as she drew the blossoms through her belt. "The men are waiting, and it's about time, you know"
 For an instant Mary shuddered and chung to him with closed eyes.
 Il l COulu OIlly UC lucIG WIInOuI SO- ing across that awful bridge" she sigh ed. Somehow the people are less terrible when they are sitting down and keeping quiet"
 "I know, dear, know" said Lang don sadly. "I wish to God I could spare you, but it's really only their way of expressing sympathy, and I'll give you a happy thought to say to yourself when you cross today. Just look straight ahead and say over and over: Today Philip begins my defense. Today we will begin to prove my inno- cence.'"
 "Then you think"-cried Mrs. Page.
 "The state will undoubtedly rest its case this morning." he answered grave ly. "Our chance is coming now"
 "Oh, then I shan't mind anything," cried Mary and, kissing him, lifted her lovely head.
 And now the end was almost come. The last witness for the state was
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James Pollock was waiting. And now the last man was on the stand-the ho- tel detective who, together with Lang, don himself, had found the dead man with his living but unconscious com panion.
 The monotonous questions of name and age and occupation were rattled off swiftly enough, and then the detec- tive, with the ease of one used to tes- timony, gave brief resume of how he had first been called by the head wait
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 a daughter" could not go to the parties and things like other girls. And l suppose my own horror kept building and blending with hers-until-that-day
 She broke off, and now Langdon was on his feet, a red spot of color in each cheek and his hands nervously clutch ing scrap of paper as he asked sharply:
 What day do you refer to, Mrs. Pager
 ITO the 16th of June ten years ago she answered.
 "Will you tell us why that day is SC clearly remembered?" asked Langdou Because" she answered deliberate ly, that was the night of Mary's first wild attack"
 'I object"' shouted the district att0r- ney, but the judge drowned.
 "This seems to me to be particularly relevant to Mir. Langdon's somewhat curious defense," he said. "I will let the question and answer stand"
 twill you tell us," said Langdon. what brought on that attack and what you know of it? Don't tell it to me, but to the jury, who were not there"
 'I understand" she said softly, and Langdon sat down, overwhelmed by his own recollections of that terrible night and wondering where the fIail little woman was getting the strength for the ordeal.
 ''It was early evening"" said Mrs. Page, turning to the jurors. "Philip- MT. Langdon-had come to ask Mary to go to ball game with him, for they were friends even then" she explain ed tenderly. And while they were standing on the porch my-my-hus- band came home-drunk. He saw the two of them and accosted them. using
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called to the stand, and Langdon drew a deep breath. Unless some one was called in rebuttal he knew that now the final stone was to be laid in that carefully built tower of evidence against Mary Page.
 The police had sworn that they saw Mary threaten James Pollock with a revolver in the park that afternoon. Employees of the theater had testified to her fear of his attentions; her own maid had been forced to admit with faltering tongue that her mistress had cried out that he was a devil, and she wished he was dead. Walters and in numerable patrons of the Hotel Re public, revelling in the publicity, had told glOatingly of having seen Mary Page, drunk apparently, reel from the cafe on the night of the murder and go directly to the anteroom where
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clamorous trolleys on it's way toward the grim building where so many tragedies are staged by ''the law the young attorney felt his heart sink into engulfng waves of doubt and fear.
 For the first time since the beginning of the trial he had lost his buoyant hope, his tremendous faith in his abili- ty to prove Mary Page innocent and if need be to snatch her from a cell by the sheer power of his love.
 The evidence was so overwhelming, so irrefutable. And Mary herself ut terly unable to explain those last trag- 1c moments. He knew she couldn' t remember-couldn't explain. But the jury would not be convinced. He re- aliZed that.
 Over and over in his breeding mind he saw again the tragedy of that night when the body of>James Pollock, the clubman and wine agent had been found with a bullet in it's heart and beside it the unconscious figure of Mary Page. Between them had lain that revolver with its one accusatory empty chamber, the revolver that Mary herself admitted she had carried.
 That Mary was innocent he had nev- CT doubted. His love was too great to admit of doubt, but he was a lawyer, and now he saw only too clearly that his defense might prove unconvincing in the face of the damnatory facts first, that Mary had hated and feared James Pollock, who forced his atten- tons upon her; second, that she had carried the revolver hidden in the front of her dress when she went into the anteroom where Pollock was waiting, and, third, that the shooting had oc- cured directly after the door had clos ed upon the two of them.
 If he, Langdon, had only been five minutes earlier-that was the acid that ate into his soul. If he had only reach ed that door five minutes sooner per haps that fatal shot would never have been fired.
 He wondered irritably why it was that the public, and that portion of it how improbable it was that Mary WOuIu nave rulueQ Her career III SUCH a fashion, however much she hated Pollock. It was inconceivable that a girl who at the falling of the curtain at Il o'clock had touched the goal for which she had striven and been hailed as the greatest star of the century could have killed a man of her own accord at midnight and watched the dawn come from a cell in the Tombs.
 He knew how much her career had meant to Mary. How close to her heart was the triumph and the fame, and to lose it this way
 He sighed heavily, then, realizing that they were approaching the Tombs and that to the world at least he must be the confident attorney, he straight ened his shoulders and forced a smile 70 his lips.
 Close to the curb two women were listening while third read aloud from the early edition of an afternoon pa per, stippling the monotony of her tones by ejaculations and questions.
 From his car Langdon could plainly see the huge headlines two women were reading:
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1 had sent Mary to bed, and l was alone with him. l tried to reason with him, but he forgot was his wife. He was insane with that awful thirst He ordered me to bring him the bottle of whisky out of his cabinet, and when l wouldn't he-he beat me. He threw me down and kicked me and struck me with a chair. And, though I tried tD keep back a cry that would rouse Mary, she-she heard and came running down, poor child, in her little nightdress.
 "She screamed and ran forward nnd dragged at her father. Trying pftifnl- ly to protect me-and at last-he turn ed-upon her"
 She shuddered and buried her face in her hands-her eyes tear blinded and her mouth distorted with the an- guish of memory. (
 And then-he saw-the poRer-T had forgotten-still thrust into the fro and he dragged it out"
 A quiverinG moan like vocal echo to her mental agony slipped from Mary's lips, and dropping her head, she sobbed aloud.
 Please go on, Mrs. Page" said Lang. don warningly, and though the moth CT yearned toward her daughter, she took up her story again in a voice that rose word by word into poignant cry straight from a mothers anguished soul.
 He dragged Mary to the center os the room-that flaming poker in his hand. He forced her to her knees struggled to get to them, but was weak-dazed, half conscious because of blow O the head. It was all just a nightmare to mel But heard Mary scream and scream and scream, and then-I saU-the poker burn into my child's forehead! I smelled the scorch- ed flesh and from somewhere I got the strength to leap upon him-and then the door was burst open nnd--AIr. Langdon came in.
 "He-he had been worried about us" she panted, her voice breaking now, "and, coming back to the house, heard the cries. My husband rushed at bim and they fought. Then suddenly Mary, who had been lying in n moaning little heap on the floor, writhed-got to her knees-to her feet-and before I could stop her, began to dance wildly nhont the two men, laughing and shouting and singing. And then, while we stood there appalled,, even Dan-sobered by it-she ran on-out of the house-and into the street.
 Philip was after her in Il moment. But it seemed hours before I could crawl to the door, and I saw-Mary disappearing down the street - and heard James Pollock make m insulting taunt. Then l was knocked down by my husband. who rushed by me with an oath.
 When l got up again Mir. Langdon was out of sight, and Dan and James Pollock were lying huddled in the path struggling to get to their feet"
 Her voice dropped now and she fin ished quietly, firmly.
 "Three hours later Philip brought Mary home-wrapped in his coat. Her nightgown was in ribbons; her feet were torn and bloouy where she had danced and run over stones and stumps LII Ah1 "oohS hSdL bhl huluts I1tI hands were bruised from snatching at trees and rocks by the way. She was in torture with the burn on her fore. head, but she was-quite sane. And, your honor, she had no recollection of anything that had happened after she saw her father advancing with the red. hot poker"
 Next lnstalInnent Mary's Madness.l
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LOVERS LAST FIGHT FOR LIFE.
States Case Against Famous Actress Almost Complete - Young Lawyer
 Fights Final Hopeless Battle.


 With a shudder of aversion Langdon dragged his eyes away. The nOtoriety of it was almost as bitter to him as the awful overshadowing fear. He hated to think that Mary's name should be dragged in the mud of common gos- sip as an actress who had shot a mil honaire in the anteroom of a huge hotel, while just outside the door, amid laughter and music and lights, the great world indulged in supper danc- ing. He hated the thought that his love for Mary had become a spicy nor sel to be rolled on the tongues of the general public, but, after all, what he had to bear was pitifully small con- pared to the burden on Mary's own slim shoulders.
 The car drew up at the curb, and as Langdon leaped out somebody shouted harshly:
 "Here's Langdonr' And the whole throng of men and women came surg ing toward him, sweeping him into the current of wave of humanity. Jos tling and staring, they flung a thou sand questions at him, pulled at his arms and pressed against him until at last the impregnable doors changed be hind him, leaving him breathless with . feeling of being bruised and battered mentally as we'll as physically.
 The quiet of the prison was almost Nike peace for the moment, but he
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First Episode MARY'S DEFENSE

NS Philip Langdon's car threaded "A it's way through the heavy traffic, lodging drays and
 clamorous trolleys on it's way
The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1916-04-19

The party was a farewell for Mrs.
Saul. who leaves for Wyoming soon to
make here future home, and Mrs. Aug
Moeller. who will move to Lake View,
where Mr.. Moeiler has already estab-
lished business. Each lady was pre-
scented with a beautiful souvenir
spoon as keepsake from their club
associates. Delicious refreshments
were served at tea time.
The ladies of the Trinity Guild will
hold an Easter sale of aprons and
fancy articles at McKim hall week
from Saturday-April 29th is the date.
16-2t
The Priscilla club met on Tuesday
with Mrs. Adolphsen. The afternoon
hours were pleasantly spent with fan.
cy work, after which an elegant lunch
was served. ......,.
on Saturday evening y the Junior
Christian Endeavor society entertained
the 3. Y p U. and Junior League at
the Presbyterian church. A splendid
time was enjoyed by all.
The Penelope club had splendid
with Mrs. Lyon Tuesday. The
afternoon hours were devoted to fan
cy work and visiting, alter which de-
liciOus refreshments were served. A
large number OF guests were present;
those from out OF town wre: Mrs. Gill
bert, OF Wausau, Wis. Mrs. w. Goudie
and Mrs. Ralph Norris, of Sioux City:
Mrs. Ida Kelly, OF Los Angeles, Cali,
and Mrs. Allie Ainsworth.
The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1916-04-19
$1,000 VERDICT FOR PLAINTIFFS
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and that no liability could attach to
his wrecking it.
The court in constituting the contract
between G0ldheim and RenfrO 4 Lewis
held that the relation of master and
servant obtained and that RenfrO 4
Lewis were not independent contract
Ors. This holding Of the court made
the liability of Renfro & Lewis and
Goldheim the same. while If the doc
trine OF independent contractors had
been applied to the case the effect
would have been to release GOldheim
from all liability.
1t was evident to those who heard
the evidence that the underpinning OF
the party wall had Yothing whatever
to do with the building Of Wright &
Kinney falling. The evidence also
failed to show that the accident was
caused by the weakness Of the
BERN which was left on the Goldheim
side of the party wall. It may never
be known just what caused the col
lapse of the Wright & Kinney build.
ing. but one thing is quite certain.
and that is that many thoughtful men
who heard the evidence are yet to be
convinced that either Of the alleged
grounds Of negligence had anything
to do with it.
The plaintiffs had distinct adj.
vantage over the defendants In hav,
ing long been residents OF the COM
mnnity, while the defendants were
not so fortunate.
The defendants have presented mo.
tions to the court to have the verdict
of the jury set aside and a new trial
granted, and If the court should deny
this relief to them they no doubt will
appeal to the supreme court. In the
meantime our progressive city will
suffer distinct loss In the failure OF
Mr.. G0ldheim to erect commodions
building, which he had planned and
which by this time would have been
completed but for the unfortunate &C.
cjdent. .ssS. K -ts @
The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1916-04-19
Tho Kings Of Denmark.

The dust OF the Danish kings is kept
in a great cathedral at Roskilde. an
old town twenty miles from Copenha-
gen. Every year the entire royal fam
lily always pays visit to Roslilde in
obedience to an ancient custom. On
one Of the pillars are marks showing
the height Of Peter the Great, Mich
olas the Iron Car. Alexander III. of
Russia. the king Of England and many
other kings. The cathedral was built
In the eleventh century. It has two.
mighty towers, which can be seen at
long distance. The Oldest grave is that.
Of King Harold l., who died in 9S7.-
Exchange,