The Washington times., 1916-01-30
BY FREDERICK LEWIS Author "What Happened to Mary"

tend banquets with a revolver In you,
handbag
Mary flushed angrily.
The revolver was lying on my dress-
ing table at the theater." she said. and
] put Il into ny bag, intending to give
1t to Mr.. l.ansdon, but-I forgot it,
ut was an unfortunate loss OF mem
driy. with a glance at the jury. .rher
he abruptly waved the witness away, q.
though 1t would be a waste of time tc
question her further. Langdon halted
her.
win you explain to the court" he
cried, how that revolver came into
your possession, Miss Page"
Gaining courage at his tone and the
smile that accompanied his words.
Mary turned toward the jury and in
that beautifully modulated voice that
had held so many audiences spell
bound, she told rapidly, but in detail,
the story OF Pollock's visit to her
tdstssssing.ro9Sm on the afternoon Of
over the recital Of hts abrupt pro-
world -old apology for his brutality
by the simple statement:
HE was drunk, you know"
Then, vividly, her slender hands
gesturing and her voice rising with
poignant memories and pride Of Lang
don, she told OF the latter's entry In
response to her screams and Of his
battle with Pollock. Tensely silent.
listened as she described how Pollock
had pulled the revolver out of his
pocket only to drop II.
He tried TO pick II up again." she
said. unconsciously Visualizing for
them the picture OF the struggling
men. but crawled close and snatch =
ed it up before he could reach it,"
She paused. and when she would
have taken up the thread OF her story
again. Langdon's hand stopped her.
That Is all, thank you, Miss Page"
he said, and the District Attorney.
surprise on his face, but with a new
CLINT in his eyes. got quickly to his
feet
= crave the courts permission to
ask the witness one more question"
he said. and as the Judge waved as
sent he asked slowly. Knowing the
sensation his question would create:
Miss Page. was there anyone else
In the room At the time this struggle
was going on?"
"Not-not exactly in the room," said
Mary. after an instants hesitation.
There were people outside the door
and-and my maid. who had been out,
ran in during the excitement.
rs your maid Janet or jeanette
BeauChamp?"
Yes" Msry's voice Wa. uneasy
now. and her eyes met the frightened
ones OF the maid. who had risen with
the apparent intention OF leaving the
the door the prosecutor had waved
Mary from the stand and tho clerk
called loudly:
Janet Besuchamp"
There was a startled cry y oh
paused, Nrinsing her hands. the center
Of attention. She made q half move
mcnt is II determined to escape az.
way and defy the Law. but the .isht OF
the stern repetition of her name
brought her reluctantly back. She
murmured n little PRAYER and crossed
herself as she took the oath. nut The
cool friendiinsss of the prosecutors
tho s''rri emrioy y:o% OF Miss @ Page? '''" >"
"rwo-no. tree yenrs years zis sea.
SON
And was It usual for you to leave
tho drcssnG-room when your mistress
was getting ready for the street."
"NO, monsicur-sir!'
"But you had been told TO lenve her
on rod rSIi Po'1ts%laF to 1ssxs dsE M.i. non. had
but gone to ze petite milliner for ze
new nowaires for xe blue gown
Who told you 10 60"
he ard Mademoiselie. they talk. aud
hn say rourduUi could ! not 20 to set
ze new howaires-ze orchids, since zt
shops would not be close for one halt
hour yet. And Miss Page she say. cor
tairment that I should go then. for she
could finish to dress by herself for
once"
How long were you out?"
"Oh, je ne sails pas-I mean. do not
know. Maybe fifteen. maybe twenty
there are two kinds OF orchid at re shor
and l want mademoisells to see zen
both
And isn't It true." shouted the Dis.
trict attorney. suddenly leaning forward
and fairly hurting his words at the wit
in YOU saw Miss Page threaten Mr.. Pol
lock with the revolver"
He "aught up the weapon as he spoke
and thrust II under her eyes. The maid
with n quivering little scream OF horror
shrsrk back amid a murmur OF sym
pathy from the crowd. She could not
speak.
isn't It t-,e'" persisted the prose-
cutor harshly. Answer my question
or tell us lust what you did see whe n
vou came into the thcater uron your
return from the errsnd"
Bursting into n storm OF tears Janet
nuug ont her arms in a wild gesture.
my mademoiselle. she was standing
and she had ze revolver--pointed at
Mr. Pollock-and he-he-ran out Of re
room
At the words. Mary. whose hands
| had been twitching nervously through
| ont the maids testimony. rose to her
| feet with a little gasping cry as II she
would speak; but before the words
! crumpled into a little heap or the floor.
| In an instant the whole room was on
| its feet. sureipg forward toward the