The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1936-08-28
DRAGONS DRIVE YOU

| Slue JeUt anu Will uer mOLuer OppUSlLo
and Bee beside her, and looked down
at jellied consomme in the cup before
her. She lifted her spoon into the cup,
but not to her lips.
Jeb could eat; Bee could eat; her
mother could, little. Agnes slipped
| iced-tea.
What Myrtle Lorrie had done-and
what Agnes Gleneith was to support
her in having done-divided any group
of people. They did not debate whether
she had shot her husband; that was
undisputed. 1t was whether she
should" have shot him or not; or at
least whether, having done SO, she
should now be punished further.
| Jeb was against her-Jeb, who, II
Agnes would marry him, would "tip
up the cup" Of sensation with her,
drain 1t to the last drop while they
both were young; and then? Why-he
said-think now of that?
Her mother had no pity for Myrtle;
her mother who had given herself
| completely to her love when young,
and who now was being neglected for
!
wanted Myrtle convicted. Not electro
! cuted, but Imprisoned at least until
she was old-until, for her, the life
of sensation ceased.
Martin O'Mara would justify and
| free her; and not because he would
make money by 1t. He could have
made money fixing" taxes, but he
would not. Emotionally this sort of
case appealed to him; he wanted to
defend cases like this. He would get
Myrtle off.
The talk at the table changed moth
ing. Simmons drove them at last to
the Criminal Courts building. A crowd
lined the curb. People were every
where in front, everywhere inside.
Windows of all the courtrooms were
open. Photographers formed the edge
Of the lane that was opened.
Agnes never knew, until she saw the
pictures in the papers the following
day, how she got from the car to the
| doors of the court.
An elevator lifted them to the hall
way outside the courtroom where
Myrtle Lorrie was being tried; and
| there they met O'Mara.
He led Beatrice Gleneith and Beat
rice Ayreforth into the courtroom, and
| then returned to Agnes and Jeb in
| the hall.
"Fve one witness to finish with be-
fore you," he said to Agnes. Hell
be on when we start again, in few
| To fo1~ nd
he showed Agnes and Jeb together to
the defense witness-room.
1t was a plain, stern little chamber
with two windows, table and six
chairs; 1t was vacant; but the feel Of
conflict filled it. Not strange, with Jeb
and Martin O'Mara with her in the
little room!
Cathal, at least outwardly, was the
cooler of the two. He wore light
suit Of dark gray, and he had just
| changed his linen; and the excitement
which he controlled gave him better
bearing.
I'm sorry the days so hot, Miss
Gleneith," he said.
| Il don't mind. Don't bother about
me, please; and don't worry. Ill try
not to lose my head"
Cathal caught breath, looking at her
in her light, simple dress.
you'll not. I'll ask you only what
you know I'll ask. What the State will
ask you, no one can tell; but I'll be
before you to help you all can"
"1Aank you"
The door opened for the warning to
Cathal that the judge was returning
to the courtroom. Cathal hurried
away.
Agnes stood stock still for long
minute; and Jeb merely stared at her.
When at last she dropped down upon
one of the straight, hard chairs, he
seated himself, restlessly, upon an
other. These two had nothing left to
say. Only at last, when Agnes was
summoned to the courtroom, he got up
with her; but he parted with her at the
door of the witness-room.
Good grill" he said, and gave her
his hand. "And good luck, Glen" And
then, to save himself, he could not hold
back the gibe as she went to be Martin
OMara's witness. go get your little
pal-and her lawyer, Glen-their hun
bred and fifty thousand dollars for the
shooting"