The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1916-04-06

"AAiss Page threatened him, dldr4
Mr.. Brandon2"
1tvely an expression Of horror IN
face. I never saw any one So upstrl
She had on an evening gown. Of com,
and saw" Brandon paused agsh
Yes? What did you seer 81
Langdon.
Il saw a strange mark Oh her sbnN
der-fnger-prints that came and Wa
In the most uncanny way. was mA
unnerved myself. Miss Page wa,
this time looking through the door
| you, Mr.. Langdon."
Il object!" shouted the District NJ
torney. This story has no bearing
"Overruled," his Honor calmly sab
This testimony" cried LangdOD
triumphant note in his voice. W
have an important bearing on the
of defense shall later adopt"
Il object again." fairly yelled
prosecutor. ''Such talk tends to pre-
dice the jury
"OverruEed," again the Judge drawI
"Is that the first time you ever
these marks?" Langdon asked
Eyes, SIR
"And the last time?"
mo. Six years later"
"Tell the jury"
The witness coughed, as If prepa1l
for an ordeal.
ut was the night of the opening
Miss Page in New York. | could
get seat, SO stood in the rear of d
theater, near the side l was a a
lice reporter then, and it was alms
time for me to be on duty at the Sd
ton: SO I hurried away. Things We
dull when got there, so sat in a co
ner near the stove and must have NJ
come a little drowsy. Pretty sOOn4.
can't tell what time it was, but it mus
have been a couple Of hours later
Langdon came rushing in. He was
looking for Mary Page. We recognized
each other, and was surprised to fl1
him In such place on such an erraDd
Then he told me Of the murder Of PC1
lock.
Somehow the night wore on. h1
to stay on duty. In the morning, yer
early, the prisoners were brought Of
from the pen. 1 hadn't slept much. !
paper was brought in, and l saw tl
staring headlines, telling all about tb
murder. That woke me up, can tel
you! What was my surprise, an inStaf
Later, to see Mary Page enter the room
from side door, in full evening
clothes, but with no hat or coat
could scarcely believe my eyes
thought I'd gone mad, or something
Why, I'd just been reading about her
and there she stood, pale and beautlful
but bewildered and frightened. A I'll
lice officer took hold of her.
"'Who is this woman the sergeaO
said.
1--WE don't know who she is, ID
Omcer answered. She wouldn't tabA
She was pulled last night with coup7
Of
"Just then I was close to her Sh,
didn't recognize me; she SCENE
strangely d1xed, almost hypnotNe'
Then she caught sight of the paper y
my hand, with it's big type runnn''
across the whole front page-'SeIlSr:
ttonal Murder She grabbed, and rea'
1t, Mortified, and Ve all just stood ther1
looking at her, without saying "olOI
Even the sergeant was silent SUI
seemed to devour the story. And tneD|
some vision mus! have come belo'|
her eyes, for she whispered sometnns|
about a bottle 'whiskey.' and her laV.
and arms became tense. / looked
her bare shoulder, and that's when
saw those strange f1nger-prints agSD
They came and went as before.
'Then the outer door opened aDY
you, Mr.. Langdon, came in. You looR%
tired, haggard, bedraggled. You SlI
had on evening clothes. l rememOeF
directly to the jury. "|hal
,ensat1on Mr.. Langdon's presence os
tied. his name having been II eve.
headline too. Miss Page saw him ~
vent up to her without word az.
hey embraced each other. And tneD
Mss Page stepped forward to the &C.
,eant's desk and whispered. so ""
hat l could hardly hear her. ! 3"
myself up
Every body was astonished. as !O
night realize. Then she turned "D
uried her head on Langdon's snoO'
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