The Washington times., 1916-01-30
BY FREDERICK LEWIS Author of "What Happened to Mary"

tend banquets with . revolver In your
Mary Hushed anErlly.
THE revolver was lying on my dress.
ing table at the thsater," she said, "and
] put IL into my bag, intending to give
II 70 Mr.. l.angdon, but--1 forgot it,
1T was an unfortunate loss Of mem
driiy. with a Eiance at the Jury. S,rhen
ne abruptly waved the witness away, as
though IL would be q waste of time to
question her further. LangdOn halted
WIN you explain to the court" he
cried. how that revolver came into
your pobs9ssioh, Miss Pager"
Gaining courage At his tone and the
smile that accompanied his words,
that beautifully modulated voice that
had held so many audiences SPELL
bound, she told rapidly, but IN detail,
the story OF Pollock's' visit to her
dressing room on the afternoon Of
6%:I % 4. recital Saf n Ms hn'SfsS .SSupt T: pTo
pos4l. and. woryAn- like. put in the
wOrld-old apology for his brutality
by the simple statement:
he was drunk. you know" -
Eesturink and her voice rising with
poignant memories and pride Of Lang
don, she told OF the latter's entry In
response to her AcFeams and of his
battle with Pollock. Tensely silent,
listened as she described how Pollock
had pulled the revolver out of his
pocket only to drop II.
He tried to pick II up again." abe
said, unconsciously VisuaIizing for
them the picture OF the struggling
men, but crawled close and snatch
cd II up before he could reach IT,"
She paused, and when she would
have taken UP the thread OF her story
again, LanEdOn's hand stopped her.
he said, and the District Attorney,
surprise on his face. but with q new
CLINT In his eyes. got quickly to his
4 crave the courts permission to
he said. and as the Judge waved as
sent he asked slowly, knowing the
sensation his question would create:
Miss Page, was there anyone else
In the room At the time this struggle
was going on?'
"Not--not exactly in the room," sald
Mary. after an instants hesitation.
There were people outside the door
ahd-and my maid, who had been out,
ran in during the excitement.
your maid Janet or Jeanette
YES" Msry's voice was uneasy
now, and her eyes met the frightened
ones OF the maid. who had risen with
the apparent intention OF leaving the
the door the prosecutor had waved
Mary from the stand ana the clerk
called loudly:
Janet Beauchamp!"
There was q startled cry 81 oh,
paused. xrinEIlF her hands. the center
Of attention. She made q hair m6ve-
ment is II determined to escape. any
way and defy the lSw. but the siRht OF
the police that E,.sr.led the exits and
brought her 'reiuctantlT bGSk. She
murmlIrel little PRAYER and crossed
herself as she took the oath, nut The
cool friendliness of the prosecutors
Janet; how Ing have You besn in
"rwo-nO. tree yenrs year, EiS sea-
SON.
the dressing room when your mistress
was getting ready for the street,"
mo, monsicur-sir!'
But you had been told 70 leave her
on r6ia f6ls PS'ttsTlsHF 20 1ssTsH Mai. non. had
but gone to Ee petite milliner for se
new fowairsS for g slgs gown"
Monsieur panislg, ne come in. and
no say romrauoi could ! not 90 to set
ze neW fiowsires-Ge orchids, since 70
shops would not be close for one half
hour yet. And Miss Page she say, ceT-
tairment that should 60 then, for she she
once"
How lonE were you out?"
'Oh, je ne sails pas-I mean. l do not
know Maybe fifteen. maybe twenty
there are two kinds OF orchid at re shop
and l want mademoisells to see zem
both"
And isn't It true," shouted the Dis.
trict attorney, suddenly leaning forward
and fairly hurlIng his words at the wit
in YOU saw Miss Page threaten Mr.. Pol
lock with the revolver"
He caught up the weapon as he spoke
and thrust It under her eyes. The maid.
shrRnk back amid a murmur OF sym
pathy from the crowd. She could not
speak.
'T1n't 1t t-nsr' persisted the prose-
cutor, ,harshly:. Answer my question
YOU came into the theater upon your
return from the eTrAnd."
Bursting into storm of tears, Janet
hung out her arms in a Wild gesture.
III is true she sohbed. ''MeeS Pare.
and she had ze revolver-pointed, at
Mr.. Pollock-and he-he--ran out Uf re
room"
At the words. Mary. whose hands
had been twitching Tervously through
out the maids testimony, rose to her
feet with 4 little gRspinK CRY as II she
would speak; but before the words
Game she swung suddenly about ana
crumpled into a little heap on the fioor
In an instant the whole room was on
It's feet surEinE forward toward the
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