The Glasgow courier., 1916-04-28

torturing Mary herself upon the wit
ness-stand to prove the truth Of the
statements Of the alienist.
Halfway to his seat, however. he was
arrested by long, low wailing scream
that echoed and throbbed through the
stone walled corridor.
Twice it came-the horrible scream
Of a woman in mortal agony or In the
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 livid, 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
Pforward, painting like one whose breath
is almost spent.
With 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 filed the courtroom and echoed
for days In the memory Of those who
heard it.
It even pierced the mists Of delirium
In which Mary's tortured soul was
sunk, and for a 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.
II didn't mean no harmr' cried one
hotly. II saw the lady was faint like
and thought a bit Of liquor would pull
her round. That's all, so 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
skunk back. while two Of the court Of
ncers hurried into the hall. returning
with a pair Of sheepish policemen. ont
of whom was hastily thrusting botth
Of whiskey into his breast pocket
, At the sight Langdon gave a cry o
. triumph.
"Your honor-that man has bottl
> Of whiskey. What 70 more-he l
drunk-and his presence In the corri
!. dor through which the defendant ha'
to pass, explains-her condition. That
e your honor. aud gentlemen Of the jury
e Is surely proof enough Of the truth
n the statements made by DR.. FOSTER!
d The Judge. obviously impressed
o frowned down at the policeman. who's
a flushed and unsteady gait made hi
> condition impossible to disguise.
6 "Were you in the corridor when tn
d sternly.
$ "Yesh. your honor" stammered tn
! policeman.
l. did you speak to her?"
l. "Yesh shir. I-l-seen she wuz fail
r like. and l says, says !. a nip will d
'er good. So jhush-offered her a bi
:. and she screams and flies at me like
% viii cat"
It AS IL to illustrate his words he wei
= towards Mary and gestured as If agai
u Offering her the bottle. and instant
that wailing cry rang out again. an
}" struggling desperately. Mary twiste
Is herself in the grip of the kindly hant
le that held her The grasp Of one baili
was indeed too kindly. being no mo
E. than a hold upon the thin silk Of h
:. blouse. and as she twisted the stu
c. gave way end tore-leaving the whit
In ness of her shoulder exposed. At Il
sight the prosecutor suddenly gave