Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1916-11-14

avoid pubIIcatlon"-she sighed.
rapping on the judges desk reduced
the remainder of the sentence to q
delicate whisper-"ible, m'sieur."
"Will you conduct me to tele-
phone booth?" whispered Miss Guile
tearfully.
A thunderous pounding on the
bench interrupted her.
"Attend!" came in sharp, uncom-
promising voice from the bench.
"What is the delay? This Is no time
to think. All that should have been
done before. Step forward. Sergeant.
see that the prisoners step forward"
Robin slipped his arm through
Miss Guile's. expecting her to droop
heavily upon it for support. To his
surprise she drew herself up, olsen
gagged herself and walked straight up
to the bench. without fear or hesita-
ton.
"Will you be 30 kind as to raise
your veil, madam spake the court.
She promptly obeyed. He leaned
forward with sudden interest. The
prosecutor blinked and abruptly over
came the habitual inclination to ap-
pear bored. Such ravishing beauty
had never before found It's way into
that little courtroom.
estate your name. mademoiselle,"
said the prosecutor.
Miss Guile lowered her head for an
instant. Robin could see that her lip
was Quivering.
"My name is-oh, is there no way to
avoid the publicity"-she sighed mis-
erably-"the publicity that
'T regret, mademoiselle, that there
Is no alternative"- began the Judge,
to be interrupted by the banging OF
the courtroom door. He looked up,
glaring at the offender with ominous
eyes. The polite attendant from the
outer corridor was advancing IN
great haste. He was not only In
haste, but vastly perturbed. He
thrust into the hand Of the Judge q
slip Of paper, at the same time gasp
ing something that might have been
mistaken for an appeal for pardon,
but which more than likely was moth
ing Of the sort.
The magistrate was impressed. he
took up the slip Of paper and read
what was written thereon. He was
guilty Of q start. Then he cleared his
throat and beamed upon them In .
most friendly fashion.
Robin grasped the situation IN q
fash. His own identity had been re-
vealed to the Judge. It was not likely
that the daughter Of William Blithers
could create such lively interest In q
French court Of justice, 80 1t must be
that Gourou or Quinnox had come to
the rescue. The court would not think
Of f,ning a prince Of the royal blood,
law or no law.
'Msieur, mademoiselle, will you be
30 good as to resume your seats? An
extraordinary condition has arisen. l
shall be obliged to investigate"
He descended from the bench and
hurried into the corridor, followed
closely by the prosecutor and the ad-
yocate. both Of whom almost trod' on
his heels.
n fancy my friends have heard Of
our plight, Mr.. Schmidt" she said.
quite composedly. I'VE. win be 10
leased In q very few minutes"
He smiled complacently. He could
a1Iord to let her believe that her
friends and not his were performing q
miracle.
~Your friends must be very power
ful," he said.
aThey are," said she, with consider
able directness.
"Shl Here they come. Now ws
ahall see."
The MAGISTRATE and his companions
:re.entered the room at that instant,
more 'uoticeably excited than when
they had left It. The former, rubbing
his hands together and smiling - be
had never smiled before.
{ "A lamentable mistake has been
made" he said. II regret that m'deul
and madsmoiselle have been subjected
to 20 grave an indignity. Permit me
to apologize for the misguided energy
rot our excellent sergeants.
\ ~oh, thank you," she cried. I'VE
|thave had Z really delightful expert
E.snce. You owe u no apology. m'saeur
\ And now may No departf"
/ Instantly. u Chance couduc
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