Putnam patriot., 1916-05-05


 Serenely Calm and Smiling. of the scene in court was the one sub iect at the breakfast table of rich and poor alike.
 It seemed incredible to those who had watched the fron@ied, screaming woman carried ont the day before that she could ever regain her sanity When she came in, very pale, very wan, but serenely calm and smiling. nothing but the fear of being shut out from the final scenes of the great drama kept the crowds from wild applause.
 The prosecutor alone did not look at her. He felt at that moment almost as if he hated hee with personal vindie- tiveness. For he. too had had an all night vigil. seeking some ruse or legal techncality that would,keep the events of the day before out of the records of the case. He knew only too well that any jury. having seen Mary's seizure. would be readily convinced that she might have suffered in the same fash ion OH the night when James Pollock was killed. and that if they were con vinced of that. proving Mary's guilt was going to be the hardest struggle he had ever known
 In consequence the opening hours of court were marked by series of bitter wrangleS during which even his honor lost his temper. and the restlessness of the spectators became open disorder But for all his acility of wit and skill at argument ii was q losing fight that the District Attorne- waee1, He was conscious of that himself Therefore it came as no surprise when 1t was at last brought summarly to an end by the judge. who ordered the testimony of the policeman as to Mary's madness entered as evidence.
 With a long breath of relief LaHgdoa turned back toward his seat, suddenly becoming conscious that he was hold ing d crumpled scrap of paper which the bailiff had thrust into his hand some moments before. He remember ed now that the court officer had said something when he gave it to him. but he hadn't caught the words, and 1t was with entire indifference that he opened the note and read the hastily scrawied words. But at the sight of them indifference gave place to excite ment. Crumpling the paper up in his hand. he turned sharply to the bailiff-
 Call George Brennan he said. and there was triumph in his tones.
 Brennan was the same cleaneut vouno detective who had told of the disappearance of Daniels and the first question asked him revealed what had been in the note.
 MT. Brennan. 1 have just received message which says that you have iound Mir Daniels. Will you tell the burt. please. the circumstances of the finding of the missing many
 Well. it wasn't exactly a case of finding him." said the detective, with smile. You see-he just came home 1 was hanging around the apartment house in case anyone brought a mes sage to Mrs. Daniels when I saw him come into the vestibule. He had a three days growth of beard on his face and his clothes were all mussed up as if he'd been sleeping in them. He looked like bum after three days iag but | had no trouble recognizing a,m.'
 Did he seem excited-or anxious to get into the building without being seem"
 No. He moved slowly, as if he was ,lazed. He hesltateI quite while be fore he rang the bell of his apart ment. but IS soon as he'd pushed it he got impatient, and kept calling, Hello. up the speaking tube. and when someone answered he said Open the door quick, It's me-your father. When the latch clicked he went in, but he made no effort 10 close the door after him. SO 1 followed. Both Mrs. Daniels and the daughter were in the doorway ar tae apartment to meet him. and while they were kissing and hug ing hila l walked in.
 Did Daniels seem startled at the ight of you
 .No. He seemed sort of stupid as if Ie was sleepy. brt when Mrs. Daniels old him was tatecfive and that he was r-antca as witness in the Page rial he woke up fast enongh and got very ext ite. He said he had nothing to tell anI wouldn't accept service of my subpoena. I don't know any thing.' he segi saying. and when sked him where he had been he said ed been on a little spree to forget his