Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1916-05-07

was going to take him right out OF the
theatre. And when I heard Mr.. Lang
don's cry-I-I was too Mortified to
move for a minute. Then I rushed
down and turned on the stage lights"
"Will you tell us what you sawr"
Il saw Mr.. Langdon hanging to the
edge Of an open trap that led down
some thirty feet to the cement cellar
below, and shale standing to one side,
with a blackjack in his. hand. 1
thought he was going TO hit Langdon,
and snatched It away from him and
dragged Lansdon back upon the stage.
The very first words he said made me
realize he didn't know tho real reason
Of that open trap, so I hid the black
Jack behind me and took Mr.. Langdon
to the door myself and saw him safely
away"
did ven see MI Pollock again that
nightr'
Yes. When / got back TO the stage
I found him there denouncing Shale
for having failed to do his part, and
when / asked him IL he had meant
murder, he said, Vest I meant to have
him killed through an apparent acct
dent. What is more, I tell you here
and now, that I'll kill Mary Page and
I'll kill myself, before Langdon shall
win her? That's what Jim Pollock
said, and that's what thought he had
done-that night. / SWEAR / didn't
go into that room! But / heard them
quarrel, and heard the scream and
the shot. And 1 thought he'd done 1t
and ran away, in sheer horror
that's all! My God! You must believe
me. It's true that / quarreled with
Jim Pollock. not once. but many times.
It's true that he didn't play fair with
| me, but can't you sec that had ev-
erything to lose and nothing to gain
by his death! It's meant ruin to me
and ruin to my wife and little girl"
His voice broke pitifully over the last
words. Leaning forward. he buried
his face in his shaking hands, waiting
for the next question. But 1t didn't
come. That tragic outburst had car
| ried conviction, not merely to Lang
don but to everyone in the room, and
whatever shadows of suspicion had
hung over Mr.. Daniels faded before
the pitiful but indubitable veracity Of
his story. The mystery, If mystery 1t
was, Of James PolIocks death was still
as impenetrable, and the cords of the
law that for time seemed to be loos-
ening from about Mary Page. had
| frightened again.
But to Mary and Langdon that tes-
| timony of the manager had brought
| something that for the time at least
seemed sgrenter than the law-an I'M
Outstanding of Mary's heart, vision of
what might yet be II freedom could be
| won for her.
| It was a strange moment for great
love to find expression, and a strange
story which had wakened 1t; and,
while Langdon felt deep in his heart
that no words were needed after that
glance of Mary's he could not forbear
| following her to her cell when court
had adjourned She glanced up at him
with sudden shyness when he came in,
and her hands went out waveringly,
| but whether to hold him of or to cling
she could not herself have told. Lang
don had no doubts, however, and
caught them close in his warm grasp
and drew her to him in a silence more
eloquent than words. Then, STOPPING
till his cheek lay against her hair, he
whispered unsteadily:
MARY. when Daniels told Of James
Pollock's attempt on my life, your eyes
said something to me that they have
never said before. Did you mean 1t,
dear?" Then, as she chung to him
mutely. he laughed softly and added:
81 know you did. You can never
deny It now. my darling. and when all
this is over, l am going to ask you a