The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-03-19

 of that company"
 The prosecutor laughed insuitingIy. "And you" he taunted, "you who go mad at the smell of alcohol are yet sufficiently familiar with it. to recog- nize real champagne-the moment you lift your glassl"
 T didn't KNOW 1t was champagne" she protested. "I merely knew 1t was wine of some kind. It's-it's the smell"--
 'The bouquet is the term moro fre- quently used." badgered the prosecutor. And can you tell us some other oc- casions. Miss Page. when you drank in that perfume and-were overcome?'
 The sheer in his voice was becoming torture to Mary. She felt like ono beating herself against a stone wall. She was bruised and weary. and her agony found vent in a sudden pathetic little cry:
 What is the use of my telling you1 You won't believe mel"
 What I believe has nothing to do with the matter" cried the prosecutor. You must answer the questions put to you while you are on that stand"
 q tell you"--began Mary. Then, with a little choked exclamation she caught at the rail with groping hands. "Phil- ip!" she called. 'Philip!" And as hs sprang to her side, she collapsed half fainting into his arms. shuddering and sobbing in such obvious hysteria that it did not need Langdon's plea for . short recess to make the Judge say briefly:
 Court will adjourn for fifteen min. utes-or until such tine as Miss Page is in a condition to be brought back to the stand"
 With a grateful glance at his honor, Langdon half carried. half Tod Mary toward the prison door. Then, as tho bailiff came forward to relieve him, he turned sadly back toward his table to try again to think of some new witt ness. or some method other than by torturing Mary herself upon the witt ness-stand to prove the truth of the statements of the alienist. Halfway to his seat, however. hs was arrested by long. low wailing scream that echoed and throbbed through the stone walled corridor. Twice 1t came-the horrible scream of a woman in mortal agony or in tho throes of delirium. The Judge-halted midway as he was leaving court stood as if frozen. and even the prose- cutor dropped the papers that he held and stared mortified at the door to the prison, which was suddenly flung vio- lently open, revealing Mary struggling in the grasp of the bailiff. Her face was nvid. her eyes wide, and her hands were clutching, clawing and beating at | the stronger ones that held her. Then again she screamed and. wrenching loose took two or three lurching steps
 forward. panting like ono whose breath 1 is almost spent.
 With a hoarse roar of excited horror
 the spectators sprang to their feet and
 surged forward: but Langdon was
 quicker than they. and in three strides
 was beside her. his arms around her.
 calling her name with poignant agony | that filled the courtroom and echoed
 for days in the memory of those who l heard it.
 It even pierced tho mists of delirium
 in which Mary's tortured soul was
 sunk, and for moment she lay quiet.
 supine. in his arms. moaning softly. In the instant silence which fell over
 the room, two voices in the corridor rose with unexpected shrillness. T didn't mean no harm!" cried one hotly. T saw the lady was faint like and thought a bit of liquor would pull her round. That's all 50 help me
 Gawd, and the minute puts the bot- tie in front of her-it-it happened" With sudden harshness his honor. stepping back to the bench. said: Bring in those men from the hall And let everyone in the room be seat- ed immediately"
 Awed by his tone. the spectators
 slunk back. while two of the court of-
 flcers hurried into the hall. returning with pair of sheepish policemen. ono
 of whom was hastily thrusting bottle
 of whiskey into his breast pocket. At the sight Langdon gave q cry of triumph.
 "Your honor-that man has a bottle of whiskey. What Is more-he is drunk-and his presence in the corri-
 dor through which the defendant had to pass. explains-her condition. That. your honor. and gentlemen of the jury. is surely proof enough of the truth of the statements made by pr. Foster!" Tho judge. obviously impressed. frowned down at the policeman. whose flushed and unsteady gait made his condition impossible to disguise. W0I8 yOu An tl0 SOIT4OOI WHICH Gu0 prisoner was led from courtf' he asked sternly.
 "Yesh. your honor." stammered the policeman.
 Did you speak to her?" "Yesh shir. I-I-seen she w,lz faint like. and says, says I. a nip will do l Ter good. So jhush--offered her bit. and she screams and flies at me like . wir cat"
 As if to illustrate his words he went towards Mary and gestured as if again offering her the bottle. and instantly that wailing cry rang out again. and.
 struggling desperately, Mary twisted !! herself in the grip of the kindly hands
 that held her. The grasp of ono bailiff
 was indeed too kindly. being no mora
 than a hold upon the thin silk of her blouse, and as she twisted the stuff gave way and tore-leaving the white-
 ness of her shoulder exposed. At the sight the prosecutor suddenly gave .
 hoarse cry and pointed at 1t. For there
 against the pale satiny tint of the skin lay q hideous bruise-the shadow of .
 mans hand. with livid scars where the
 nails cut cruelty into the delicate l flesh.
 ITO bs eontinued.1