The Washington times., 1916-01-30

Rut 1t was anything but small in the
eyes % the District Attorney and
I.AngdOns and there was CLEAN of
triumph iE the iatter's eyes az the
the oath. Before he went into the
witness- box, however. the Judge leaned
forward and frowned down at him
DO you understand Job' he said.
taken Is an oath: And that the law
can put you into prison fer perjury n
you. do not tell the exact truth after
mi toll the truth. s'help &c Gawd:'
-.isht lnughter ran throuGht the. ooin:
hut the court attendant Immediately
Tel. US exactly what message yon
carried TO Miss Page IN tho banquet
ROOM" said the District Attorney, when
uuiet reignpd 'It was MiSs Page you
took the message to wasn't it,
Yes, sir IT was her And the sent
in the gray suite he says. Tell Mics
here at once
And you delivered the message Just
that way 10. Miss PaEe?'
Yes. SIR
Why didn't you testify to this at ihe
coroners inquest" II was the Judge
this time stern and implhcAble. and the
bov IN the witness box cringed and
burst into tears.
They-they-n-never asked me wot
the message was | was tRkin TO her.
i didn't think It mattered."
With an exclamation of eNAsperauon
the prosecutor sat down. turning the
small witness over TO Langdon. into
whose tired face fresh hone had now
boy. was gentle and friendly, and the
snufflinE lad. wiping his eyes with tho
back of his hand. aflBwered him eager
ly. He seemed glad to md someone
who didn't friUhtcn him.
Joe" said Isangdon. his voice full OF
kindness. that night wasn't the first
time you had seen Mr.. Pollock. was
it?"
mo, SIR" said the boy in his shrin
young voice. Everybody knew Dave
Pollock at the Republic. He came there
a lot-him and Mr.. Slade."
And he was pretty generous In his
tips, wasn't he?" The question was
quiet. and the district attorney. who
had made a move to interrupt. sank
back without speaking as the boy an
"oh, so-so He could afford to be-"
And so, on the night when he asked
you to take that message to Miss Page.
he ESys you good bis big tip; .S,Sn,6r didn't hof e
tRmtHDeT tRst SdiSht think tReFs 2Re %ss va !" aSy aSy
harm IN the message. He says to me,
says he, It's lust joke I'm playin' on
her. joe he says. i want to fool her.
| ed-and told me TO beat it-and l did.
That Is all. l think" said L1nRdon
with satisfaction, and the boy Crept
| back to the witness bench. striving In
vain for some OF the iauntY assurance
hours of the day, He had thought ne
would be a little hero after his testi-
nohy and that he would enjoy the
! fieeting publicity. but he was ashamed
Of the laugh he had massdtsg; AN. alma.
| equally discounted, for it had been hii
plan to build up, stone by stone, q
| towering temple OF evidence to prove
| that Mary Page had in cold blood plot
| ted and carried out the murder of DaYit
| had In a minute undermined the whole
! structure. II forced him to play hii
| trump card at what he feared was tht
wrong moment, but, except for
OF his disappointment as he again Callec
| Mary to the witness stand,
She came more willingly this time: Il
| seemed somehow less OF an ordeal. fol
she sensed that things had gone in hel
favor for moment, and she did moi
| district attorney took up the revolver
| OYjng with the other exhibits of the
case before the jury and, thrusting Il
| toward her. asked sharply:
"liave you ever, seen this revolver be-
Yes. IT belonged to MIR. Pollock"
y WAS IL I'm his possession on The
night when he was murdered?'
NO" Her voice broke now and fell
1T was in my possession thon."
ltG?'
Yes"
And was II your habit" the p5ose
was it Jour habit, Miss Page, to At