Omaha daily bee., 1916-02-16

Brandon tells OF a strange hand print
ne saw on Mary's shoulder. Further evi-
duces temporary insanity in Mary. The
defense Il ''repressed psychosls."
CHAPTER v.
} Her Fathers Death.
! Did you go into the house after they
! had lefty' Langdons voice was very gem
lie now, and Mrs. Page smiled at him.
smile that was far sadder than tears. as
sne said:
/ mol wrapped myself up and sat on
the steps. I'll felt nearer TO Mary out
under the stars"
THAT l. all. Mrs. Page"
! But now the district attorney was on
his feet holding up an arresting hand.
! Mrs. Page" ne said harshly. one lean
finger thrust toward her menacingly. III
/ your husband struck your daughter and
injured her so terribly that she tenn
porarily lost her reason. why doesn't she
carry SCARF
! why, she does" There was a note OF
surprise In the quick answer. and Mary's
fingers frightened ever so little about the
rail- in front OF her.
/ rs II possible to show the court that
SCARF There was meer In the voice;
a sneer born OF the realization that some
thing must be done to stem the great
tide Of sympathy for Mary. and cast dis
paragement upon this story from the
paAt. But his request was a boomerang,
for when Mary. trembling little took
her place before the court and. lifting the
soft hair from her forehead. shoYed the
great iivid mark OF hldeous scar. the
murmuring Of compassion that swept
lsT.. "a rritn an
the bench itself and the prosecutor. dis
comflted. swung curtly away and dropped
into his seat as Langdon called the next
witness.
John Alexander MaoPhersonW
II was the same giant scotchman who
had testified the day before and he
dwarfed both judge and jury as he
lowered in the witness stand. carrying the
breath Of the forest about him, his eyes
filled with the serenity OF those who have
long looked out across Gods great open
spaces.
There was neither nervousness nor self-
consciousness I'm mis- attitude and the
pleasant burr OF his Scotch was like the
: tang OF burning leaves on an autumn
day when he answered bangdons first
question.
Mr.. Macpherson. you have told OF
seeing Miss Page, running through the
| wood and OF my finding her. VIII you
tell US now. please, whether you saw me
again on that night and under what cir
crmstances."
II saw Mr.. Langdon again on that
night win the hour. / had nae moro
I than reachit home and were tellin' my
} guide wife OF the eyenin' when there coon
= knock at the door. 1 opened II. ans
: there stude Mfr. Langdon. He was all n
n feery farry-not 20 say commotion. an'
Y his face was white. Beyant him cud
like"
= Did you recognise them7"
: AYE. they were men from the tow
!. II had seen them often. and taken
wee drappie vie them at the hotel com
!. Saturday nicht Put II were Mr. Lang
!. don who spoke. Have you seen Mis-
= Page? he cried. catching at my sleeve
: we are looking for her Div you meai
q tae say you've lostit her AGAIN. asked
and he said. Yes | set doom 70 rest
a BIT and ] must have lost consciousness
n when came to, she was gone. AZ tina
,e one OF the lads called DOT, Hey. Mac
N Pherson. you know the woods better tha
B. any other man-sive us a bit OF help I
the search There was nae need for hir
TO aslsit IT, for I ran out just as ] wer'
harc-headed. ana pointit out three path
= Tor them to follow-bidding them bea
'e through the underbrush and look 70
e footprints for the snow was light an
.t soft. and would show the little feet q
II Ter at every step"
'r f'Dld you so with any OF the thre
N men?'
4 "Hayera. no. mani cam back for m
Ne cap and coat. and got to the door jui
AZ in time tae save Mr. Langdon from
ae bad fAs for he would hae gaen over In
se heap II hadna caught him. My sud
u wife and / took him In the house. an
g when he was revived q bit 1 was Z,
60 ieavin' him, but he w0uldna stay He sal
4 must find Mary mysei'-lt was ] To-
her the second time. SO We went DOT 4
nj gethcr."
r. How long was Il before you got
ok trace OF herr" Iangdon's voice was ton
X less. but his eyes were alight with n
Il ns he pictured TO himself that stranl
on night hunt for the slender girl he love
IA The occasional shouts OF the 9th
on searchers; the flash OF a lantern; Z
ry heavy shadows and vividly white sno'
~ the cold that stung his face and han
by and the aching weariness that numbed
re-, muscles il had been like a nightmare
'ty him. dream that set his head to thro
bing. and in which the only real thi
wss the staiwart bulk OF Macpherson .
eourasing him forward--and then-t
little shoe, He reused himself with
start realisinS that the Scotchman W
answering his question.
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