Evening journal., 1916-04-15
CHAPTER x.
Pollock's Threat.

-HE green shaded lamp nung a
wide pool Of mellow light over
the scattered papers on the ia
BILE and brought out boyish
Elints IN Langdon's dark head as II lay
on his folded arms. sunk In ineffable
WEAKNESS.
All through the long hours OF the
night he had kept his lonely vigil-now
poring over the legal documents on the
table. now pacing the floor in a frenzy
OF anxiety. or maxim. his way down the
schoing corridors 70 look in with mute
suffering at the rcom where DR.. Fos-
ter and Nurse Walton watched 80 ST.
lently beside moaning. 'witching fig
ure on a narrow prison bed. But when
the scanty furniture OF the office was
gradually emerging from the envelop-
Ing cloak OF light into visible ugliness
he had at last sunk into a doze OF COM
plete exhaustion. Miss Walton, COM
Ing to tho door. an carer message on
her lips, turned silently and pityingly
sway. Some betraying sound reached
him. however. and he lifted his head
with start. blinking 70 find the lamp
light paling before the gray OF morning.
Yawning. he got 20 his feet and
crossed 20 the window. He flung It
wide and drew I'm great breaths OF the
chill air. A heavy fog was wrapping
the city in dense gray waves, and from
the river came the minor monotony OF
warning whistles. Dreary as II was.
his heart iightened; for after all. It
was morning. and he was still young
enough 10 feel that nothing can be
quite so bad in the day as It is IN the
shadows Of the night
For the first time since Marys at
tack Of madness in the courtroom he
realized fully how tremendous an as
set the tragedy was TO the defense. and
In spite OF his grief. as a lover. over
her suffering, the lawyer in him ex-
ulted in the episode which cemented
into place the cornerstone OF his case.
The thought Of this lent a hint OF
buoyancy TO his tired body as he made
another trip to the cell where. at DR..
Fosters orders. they had carried Mary,
still screaming with frenzy. But It
was the lover rather than the lawyer
who had surged uppermost by the time
he reached the door. and all thoughts
Of the trial were submerged in an
overweening anxiety and pity for the
slender girl who was paying so heavy
q
enness.
Mary herself was sleeping soundly
when he glanced into the cell. and DR..
Foster was on his feet. frankly stretch
ing. while Miss Walton was bathing
her tired eyes at the basin in the cor
ner.
Both greeted him with a smile. and.
answering the question in his eyes
l1a - rnr.f
pered with his lips. Dr. Foster said:
"She will be all right now. She woke,
conscious, Just after your last visit and
ia now sleeping soundly. There's moth
ing TO worry about-at least. not just
at present"
Thank Godi" Langdon's voice broke
on the words. and DR.. Foster put out
his hand and patted the shoulder OF
the younger man reassuringly, saying:
I'VE all say that. but you'd better &c
get some rest now; you look done up"
"Oh, I'm all right" said Langdon
"But, Doctor. is she-is IL going to be
possible to 60 on with this trial? Car
Mary bear it?"
"I think So" The answer came slow
iy. "Of course yesterdays scene was
bad, very bad. But you must realize
that the attack. while II was plainly
due TO the Whiskey thrust upon her
was only TO some extent brought about
by the fact that the liquor was hand
ed her at a time when she was hys-
,erical and had been re-enacting events
that kept her earlier experiences con-
stantly in her mind. Given healthy
surroundings and happiness, l wouldn'i
worry about attacks in the future. But
It's a fine reflection upon an American
city," he continued harshly. drawing
Langdon out into the hall so as not
10 wake Mary. - fine thing when II
Is impossible 20 keep ONE woman from
The sight Of drunken men and the smell
pf liquor"
Langdon nodded absently for hi,
heart was echoing the earlier words
OF the great alienist: "Ciiven healthy
surroundings and happiness l wouldn'i
worry about attacks In the future" and
he was vowing TO himself that. cost
what Il might. he would yet win free
7om and happiness for her.
He had not dared hope that shs