The Daily Alaska empire., 1934-04-28

heart as well.
 There she goes that's her, the millionaire stenographer." A flock of news-photographers de- scenced on them-"Clia. will she pose, Mrs. Dale, do you mind?"
 "Os course she'll pose, and you, Mrs. Cunard?" asked Clia, do you mind?"
 q do mind" answered Mrs. Gun ard, with a tiny frown which van ished in a smile, but under the circumstances I'll be proud to pose wi. her."
 Don't make her smile" parked Clia at one enterprising young man, i've don't want folks to think she's enjoying this. Now that's enough. You've all had good shots come on folks.'
 Judge Morgan and Justin Cunard, who had driven in behind them, came up and escorted them to the room in which the will contest was to be held. They needed an escort, the hall was crowded.
 Judith looked upon the court room with new vision. It. was no longer an amphitheater for comedy or tragedy. It was room in which Judith Dale was to face twelve men and make them know that the Rio Diablo Dam was not crazy mans dream, but a reality which provided labor for three hundred men and would provide controlled water supply for rich lands where citrus groves would flourish.
 She felt the responsibility keenly as she took her seat. Judge Morgan and Cunard were talking with some | of the strange men who seemed to mill about by the dozen. Clia de. serted her for moment to stop at the press table, buzzing with voices tTHE buzzing changed its location as Clia started back, for the crowd followed her to Judith's i chair. Interviews, gladly at the first recess" she said and sent them back satisfied.
 What you going to tell them?" questioned Clia, uneasily, "now go-"
 "rm going to tell them" inter. rupted Judith, "all about Rio Diablo Dam, about Tommy Scog. gins and Timothy Scofield, about the lovelorn vaquero who keeps me awake at night trying to entertain Maria Consuelo Diago, with his love songs"
 You're not so dumb" was Clia' s wry comment, then Ssh, after a while turn around, not now, they've seen me looking at them. i. Mrs, Bevins and Mathile just came in bearing down on Lampere so hard it's a wonder he could support them. l Ye gods and small surf fish, look at l the weeds"
 Judith didn't look around She wouldn't, she woul,. not invol untarily she turned, met the blazing hatred in the eyes of Mathile Bev. iBs, ignored it and looked on, past Mrs. Bevins frigid poise, to Lam. pere. He was debona.r, smart in a meticulously tailored suit, con. scious of the power which had come flowing in through the wells in Scathborne's field. He seemed to personify success.
 He had been talking to Mrs. EeVins. Now he stood looking over the men who had been called on the jury panal
 A reporter came up and he leaned over to speak to him with just the risht t,egrec of affability and seri- fousEcss.
 JG.i ! looked at Judge Morgan. a bil fat, bit careless about the ! pt..ss oi his clothes, gold-rimmed 1 apectaeies balanced unsteadily on bii long nose. What chance had he against I.ampere?
 Ciia Sanford was motioned into ! aaDtfcr room and a moment later came a warning hush, the Judge came cut of his chambers and asccnded the bench. Not Maritellan, visiting judge from another county.
 The will contest was on. Drearily it dragged it's way as the prospec. tive jury men were called, ques. toned and excused, called, ques. tioned and challenged, called, ques' toned and accepted. Judith talked to the reporters during the first re cess. went to lunch with her coun. sel at noon, and came back to the courtroom for further tedious work As Judith listened to the ques tions she was glad she was in the south where women on jury were not favored. No woman could have looked with unprejudiced eyes al "the other woman," as Judith was to be called.
 | At four-thirty the twelve men tried and true were impanelled and the alternative chosen. Judith studied them intently.
 (Copuri0ht. IsSt. by Jeanne BoDmnnl
 Monday, the trial gets under
 way.