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. 5YINUK5>I?>. i Mary Page, actress, is accused of xtiurder of James Pollock and is defended py her lover, Philip Langdon. Pollock was intoxicated. Ax Mary's trial she admits she had the revolver. ]Ier maid testifies that Mary threatened Pollock with it previously, and Mary's leading j man implicates I^angdon. How Mary dis- j appeared from the scene of the crime is a mystery. Brandon tells of a strange hand : print he saw on Mary's shoulder. Further \ Evidence shows that horror of drink pro- ! duces temporary insanity in Mary. The ! defense is "repressed psychosis." Witnesses describe Mary's flight from her intoxicated father and her father's suicide. Niirsf. Walton describes the kidnapinj? of iMarv by Pollock and Amy Barton tells i Of Mary's struggles to become an actress j and Pollock's pursuit of her. There is ; evidence that Daniels. Mary's manager, j threatened Pollock. Mary faints on the etand and again goes insane when a po- J liceman offers her whisky. Daniels testifies that Pollock threatened to kill Mary and Langrdon and actually attempted to kill the latter. j IN THE ALLEY II WITNESS room, like an ocean[ . LI liner, begets strange friend A J V ships in its enforced intir i- I macy, and also has this in common with the great ships, that those who come on deck only toward Bthe close of a stormy passage, find themselves unreasonably ostracized by their fellow passengers who have been daily sharing the excitement of the m Toy age. Thus the three newcomers among the witnesses in the trial of Mary Page were left sitting primly on W a bench close to the door while the in?ongnr - ? bnt friendly group pf those r ' WUU USU (UiCSUJ icovwivu I W the window. B The trio themselves were oddly conb glomerate?a burly man hi what were B obviously, his best clothes, with a colW kr a size too small and a buxom worn1 an whose flushed face looked out from B under a marvelous purple bonnet Her W hands were encased in very large white cotton gloves and she held back j^ibef skirts aggressively from contact nrlth the short and elaborate gown of Be over-dressed, tired-looking woman |^^HRhose face was pasty with powder BRd hard with rouge. [Al] of the witnesses, for that matter, j from the little bell-hop to Mrs. Page herself, surveyed this last coiner with disapproval: and Amy declared succinctly that if "Mr. Langdon put THAT on the witness stand?it would be GOOD NIGHT!" L Langdon. however, greeted her with m warmth that .more than overbalf Mkieed their chilliness, and his welcome ^Ro the other man and woman was ^equally enthusiastic. To him. the presfcenee of these three was a triumph. It I Iaeaut t^lat lie succee^e^ where Hthe police had failed, and that he had y still another surprise to spring upon ^^Hthe jury in ibis most astounding trial. ^ Some hint of all this crept into his !one lending it a new. almost boyish tote, when, at the beginning of the lay's proceedings, he rose and said: "Your Honor, and Gentlemen of the uiy: Ever since the beginning of this "ol i nnnit hn? rpmninpfl a IttVS tvx iCi j V^iV V U b*. V ., . _ tery. The state has admitted its inability to offer evidence on this mooted subject, and therefore I crave the indulgence of the court to digress from pirect proceedings this morning, to show you where and how Mary Page spent those hours between the death I "That would be good night!'' f James Pollock and her surrender to iie law on tlie following morning!'' "What!" Tlie startled exclamation 1 1 . x . TiJ, I Iras wrung invoiuiiuuuv ,i.ivm tuv ?si*- . bict Attorney as Lie half rose from his ! Lair, but it was drowned in the stir ! I t excitement tliat swept through tlx)' Ltire room. For this had indeed 1 gnooted question and a decidedly | Pre point with the Prosecutor?the i thereabouts of Mary during those ours immediately following the mur-1 er. The Stran & A4 Mt>. ^ ^ The Great McClure Mj FREDERICK LEWIS ; JOHN T. M'INTYRE Kirk Detective Storie and See the Er^^an BflBBBBSBOBtMBRi&ilJflhlUlft - iJHnidi iiflfaflflfiSlilL ] "Miss Page." continued Langdon when rhe Judge's gavel had re.srorod ordor. "did not herself know exactly what was happening. As always follows an attack of repressed psychosis, the mind of the sufferer was like Thar of a patient coming out of other?a flash of recollection and a stretch of blank unconsciousness: th< ofore. it is not until now that I have succeeded in piecing together the story of that night, and I shall call as my lirst witness. Kate O'Neill!" Kate proved to be the?buxom woman in the purple bonnet who grave her acre as "round about thirty-five" and her occupation as "a cook, and a good one" to the delighted amusement of the spectators. "Miss O'Neill." said Langdon after the preliminary questions, "you say you are a cook. Where were you last employed?" ? " - * ' TITrtf "In the Doarain-nouse m iui?. >?aison." she answered with a strong Hi bernian accent; "And the very ould divil of a job it was, too!" "That is on the same street as the Hotel Republic, is it not?" "Sure! and it's but two doors away, and what wid the dancin' and the music goin' on t^iere, and the phonygrapb at the Club back, 'tis never a quiet moment we had the whole night through." "But your duties at the boardinghouse kept you up pretty late, anyway, didn't they?" "Sure an' they did then. What with hot bread two days a week, and me cake-bakin', I set up every night till 'most cock-crow." "Now, Kate," Langdon's voice was very friendly, almost coaxing, in fact. "1 want yon to tell me if yon ever went out into the alley or street that ran back of the boarding-house late at night" "Go on wid you?" she retorted, bridling. "Didn't I tell you that?" "I know you told me, but I want yon to teli the court You had a friend who was watchman for the block, didn't you? Denny by name." "He was not me friend, he was me finance!" she responded with dignity. "And some nights when it would be cold, and I had made mysel" a sup oi hot tea or maybe coffee. I would take a bit out to Denny. It's weary work watching houses in the dark." "Of course your mistress knew nothing of this?" "Sure, and what would I tell that ould snoopin' divil for? It weren't none of her business!" "On the night when James Pollock was shot in the Hotel Republic, you had been up late, had you not?" T Krwl OAf /^Alinrh frtf ICS, SUI. 1 uaa DCl iuc uvu^u iv? bakin\ and seein' as how the fire was hot. I thought I'd fix up a bite for Denny when he made his rounds." "Will you tell us please, what you saw when you went to the back gate with the?er?bite for Dennis?" "Well. then, it was this way. 1 shlipped out and opened the gate, just a bit at a time, for sometimes it would get the ould Nick in it and squeak fer all the lard we put on it. and I took a look out fer Denny. There was a man standin' in the shadows so near I could have put my hand on him. but I knows it wasn't my man by reason of the narrer shoulders, so I stood waitin' fer him to move on." "Did be seem to be watching for anyone?" "Yes. sor. He was starin' up at the Hotel Republic, and I thought he was watchin' a man who was on the fireescape. Then I decided it weren't a man I saw. but just a shadder. and suddenly a young lady, all dressed ur in evenin'-clothes, climbs out of a winder and starts down the fire-escape and man sjjvs "Thank Gawd! She was slow enough!' " "Were you near enough to recognize the young lady?" "Not then, no sir. All I could see was the shimmer of her dress and the light on her face when she passed the winders. She was walkin' kind ol ^ueer and unsteady, like as though she might have been drunk or sick, and when she reached the street she jusl stood there dazed. She had no coal nor hat and she was drawiif her breatfc like a bit of a childer that's beer cry in'." "Did the man who was waiting speak to her?" "Yes. lie said, 'Where in have you been? I been waitin' a good half hour. And believe me, this alley is nc cozy corner to lounge in.' But the gir didn't answer hi:u. Slie just leanec against a wail and moaned like. Ai that he t"ok hold ;!' Iter arm and shook it and told her not to . ;t cold feet, thai he ha(i it all fixed t<> git away safe He called h - Sadie, but she didn't seem to recognize me name imu wouldn't go with liim. ^Then lie tool; hold of her and dragged her alonj; , right past me, su near I could have touched her." I "Were you close enough to recognize j Her then?" ?e Case of ! 'stery Story, Written by - In Collaboration With - Author of til8 Ashton ;s. Head the Story ay T+lc-vinq ''Pictures Copyright, l^iS, by McClure Publication tHKaauaUK'.1L"j^.CmaSBEL^^=ffS3M2r3R ?* " f "Yes. s?>r." ! "Was ii the* defendant. Mr.ry Pave:' ) "It was. <t>r. Tho^h she l< ?Ut"! ?i?r 1 : rililo siVk ami dhVeront. and t lie re \v:i: j an awful lookin' hrui e <>n lier s!;<>uldei like somebody had hurt her 1 ad." j "Could you see where they went?" "Yes. s<t. Sure ;i!??1 i ?ijppcu or.t rn< gate ;uiu followed them a bit to set where they would go. Hut tlicy stop ped just beyond me on tlie alley ami I the man gives a whistle. Just three j notes, like it micht have been the echo I of the band at the hotel, but somebody | was listeiiiii" for it. and I heard a win j der go up in one of the houses across j the way. I *4 A x. rs 4. f l?/v mnn CM T1 <TC? Allt 1 T\ fl Al turn. LUC U1U1I >?U(i9 vm. -whisper. 'I got Sadie down here, let it down quick.' Then I saw something comin' down like a bit of white on the end of a roj>e, and I could hear it slap, slappin' the side of the house as it hit" "Could you see what it was?" "Not then, sor, except that it was something on the end of a rope." "Did the man say anything that you ceald hear, to the girl?Miss Page?" "Yes. He said, 'Larry is up there. Htfs all right, but don't blab too much. I Then I looks up and I says nix, he's a gumshoe crook." and don't give him a peep at the shin Cnlrtoo till T haf't T tCATl't C*0. CiVOV Uli X MMN. - .. wM . be long.' At that the girl seemed to wake up, as if she was comin' out of a dream, and she clutched at his arm and began to cry. 'James!' she says. 'James Pollock!' And the man he laughs. 'So that's what's eatin' you, is it' he says. 'Well, fergit it My Gawd, you ain't guilty just because you was j ia the hotel. They can't connect it up ' ?T "? T'Ati m XT TTTAr/1 ' I WILLI y Uli. 1 JVU JLuj num. Vi*. ! thank God, thank God!' she whispers. ! and begins to cry harder than ever, and the man shook her again. 'Cut out the water works.' he says angrily, 'and get into this seat, unless you want the bulls to pull you in.'" "What did he mean by 'this seat'? j Could you see?" j "Yes, sor. The rope that the man |: had let down had a sort of a swing at i ?ii/> nf it ond ho mnrlp thf? srirl sit j UIC V/JL Ik, UliU __ _ | iu that, then he whistled again and the | other man pulled her up and she disapi pea red in a winder." "What did the man do?" "He waited till she was gone, then j he went on down the street and round 'j the corner. Then I saw Denny comin' !f op the other way and I went to meet him, and I found he'd been watehin' too. That was why I couldn't see him I when I come to the gate." ? "That is all. thank you. Miss O'Neill," said Langdon: but the Judge leaned I forward with an arresting gesture. ; "And having seen all this." be said harshly, "didn't you read the papers . the next morning? Didn't you see that a girl was missing, or connect her in > any way with the occurrences you had , witnessed?" "Well, I ain't savin* but what I had > my suspicions," she admitted readily. "Then why didn't you tell someoneV" I "Huh!"' she retorted. "And let that ould divil of a Mrs. Watson know 1 ? - a vwl morl,A fririn' . I was niet'llll Ut'iin.v nii\x iua.t uc him a bite, and lose me job? I guess ' not!" "Then why," persisted his Honor, "have you told now?" "Sure, and it's me that's bein' married this week, yer Honor, and I'm ! after lav in' Mrs. Watson last Satur' j day," she said amid a stifled gale of ! mirth from spectators and jury alike, i Even the prosecutor smiled, waiving ' his right to cross examine, for the 1110j ment at least: and Langdon. with a ' ' t J.* 'j clieery enc<?ur;ti:iiii; nuu luwaiua : | Mary. cal!e?l ilie second of liis three new witnesses: ''Dennis Gallagher." Denny, whose collar seemed to have : shrunk to even more torturing t:;ht: ness during the interim of waiting. r took his place on the stand with a face the hue of his fiancee's bonnet, t and cleared his throat noisily between each sentence as if the linen band r s j I r:^"k were somehow \ Tessir. _r Ills v<? :.i < Ho was. headmitted. a pi iv::r<' wat- h ninu w!;" had most of fU- UI< tlielfoii'l Iv'i iiiiiic. :iim1 he y n:;t?l I a visir t ? tli." !?;?< !: .-at<* "f the V,";-. i?n i.<>a; (!.;i-r ~t* un< i* or i wk-u durinthe < ')!!i*>c ??i' his rounds. I J7<* \ ii'" 'i.il -ill i! i 11- t!ii> I.m' <>iM ( oil': | 1 XV . V 4 t4 .... . .... V . ! had already t??ld. siiuv ho hit .si-if had j | \vat<-hrd jroroedinus 1 r? in a dark oori tier a little fiirt firr ah hilt the alk-y. ! u? I j his account was amplified and iiiutv \ ilf111:it?' as io detail. * i>:<i .mi;;." asked Lantrdon. "knov. I who resided in t!ic 1j<*;:-<> into whi !; ! the iri'! was lifted l?y means of the j n?pe .s\vin:jV" | "I did. sot*." ho answered. "It wa> j barker's. t!to g-imblin' phiee. you know, j sot*. They kop' if dark in Ike back and in the front, but it was bright enough inside. bo-mrra." j "Wore you watchman for that build | inir?" "No. sor. They bad their own man j | to keep an eye out for the bulls, but it ' was iliat very night tlioy wore pulled Tim. the policeman at the corner, had ; wised me up to it only an hour before " *Sti<k around. Denny,' says he. there'll be bitr (loin's soon. They're ; 1:0 in' t : ? . !d Barker's.' sez ho. 'and I'll i bet we pull ;; few big bugs, or my name ' ! m.i.l j ! "> Iliuu. "So I was kind of hangin* around ! waitin" when I see this other follow ! | posted in the alley. First oil. I sez. i j he's a plain clothes man. Then I looks j I at his feet and I says nix. he's a cum- 1 I shoe crook, and then the girl comes I down the fire escape." "When the girl had disappeared into Barker's, what did you do?" "I joined Katie and says to her, said I. 'It's goin' to be a big night, and that j rrlrl hoc inmno/1 nnt nf tha frvin* nnn ! ?,11 i uu^ juiu^vu w* i, v.*. twv * * J 1'^^ I into the fire.' And begorra, sor, I'd no more than said it. then I heard the signal blow and saw the blueeoats marchin' up the alley and across the street at the end surroundin' the place. 'Good night to Barker's,' says I; and we watched 'enj batter in the door and march up stairs. It was then that I felt the other man tuggin' at me arm.' "The other man?" It was more an exclamation than a question and Dennis nodded. "Sure the feller that had been standin' some place in the shadows. 'Wot are the perlice after?' he says all hoarse like. 'Who are they lookin' fer ?tne girir *isot on your me. says 1, they're raidin' Barker's.' 'Barker's? says be, as if he'd never heard of the place. I?I?thought the trouble was in the hoteL I?I?heard a shot' 'Then,' says I. 'you've got one on me. fer with all these auttymobiles hangin' about the man that kin tell a bullet from a tire has some ears.' 'You're right' says he. It was probably a tire.' And he laughs; then he slunk away, as If he didn't like the perlice even if they weren't doin' anything but raid a gamblin' joint" "Can yon describe that man?' "No. He was kind of fattish, and i short. He looked like the sort of a feller that hits 'em up considerable, but I didn't take particular notice. sor.M "Did you and Miss O'Neill remain in i the alley after he had gone?" "Yes, fer the police had run up the \ shades and we could see right into Barker's place. Then I seen the girl again/' "Do you mean Miss Page?" "Yes. sor; leastwise. I suppose it was her. She was standin* with her hands over her face, and one of the police- j men jerks 'em down and turns to another one and says, says he. 'Is this ; the girl?' I could hear plain even down j in the street, but the other bull seemed ! ! puzzled. 'It looks r e it might be.' he j ! says, 'especially the glad rags, but she ! ain't got Maggie's ear marks.' Then j lie grabs the girl oy tne arm aou sa.\\ : 'Wot's your name?' But she didn't ; I answer, just moans, and at that he , laughs and says. Tlayin' dumb, eh? Same old game. Now I'm dead sure j i you are Maggie Hale that bums around | j the restaurants and hooks the suckers, j j Well, if you won't talk to us. you can i tell it to tbe judge.' And with that he ! I marches her away where we couldn't ! see her." "Just a minute, Mr. Gallagher.'' interrupted Langdon. "Let's return to that fattish man in the alley. Did he j come up the street with the policeV" "Xo. sor. He was alongside o' me by that time." "Then he came from the other end of the streetV" j Dennis scratched his head. i "Not as I seen, sor," he admitted. "Would you have seen him had he \ come from the corner beyond the Hotel i ! Republic?" Langdon's voice was vi- j ' brant with eager excitement and the | spirit of it swept through the court- ! room in a shivering whisper. "Yes, I'd a seen anybody comin' from I either end of the street. I alius could j | tvhen I stood at the gate with Katie, j ! fer there's a big arc light they have to | j pass under and you can see them plain | i as plain." ! "Cue moment." Langdon swunc: j i | i about to the court clerk. "Read out ; : the testimony of Kate O'Neill begin- J j r'*ig with the question, 'Did he seem to j I be watching for someone?' " i j " 'Question: Did be seem to be watch- | 1 ins for someone?' Answer: 'Yes, sir. | ! lie was staring up at the Hotel Itepub; lie. and I thought he was watching a i j man who was on the fire escape. Then | I I decided it wasn't a man that I saw i but just a shadow, and suddenly a ) ! young lady all dressed up in?' " I ' "That will do. thank you," interrupt- | ! ed I-anirdon. "Now, Mr. Gallagher. if j ! that was ;i man whom Miss'O'Xeil! saw on the Are-escape, would you have ; seen him come clown V "No, sor. I wasn't lookin' at the I hotel." j "But that is the one place he could i have come from when he joined you, j isn't it?'' \ ' I I "So. sur. There's s<.-r\ tr:im*e to the L?t< . .<1, r :\.r i o es :jj o. Ik? i:iii;t i;=.vt? 1 c -u fr.'in iho 1; ic.." "I 'ill he !" k iike :t wr.lrer? \VL;t sort ni a suit '! i i;* "A < hfi k -flu', s . ; r: ! '< . "I i>l yi-ii S' f ;niY?>;,e else whit* yon w ore s:ai;i!iiijr imv < : "Vi sur. M(> and Kat'e saw people put their heads <?ut of a win :y ; i:i tile hotel. II:'*n pre>en;!y a I '!l(v man starts the tire es ape a 1 Katie says. says she. 'Lei's j:or iu th.* kilvnen; I d-in t want t ? e nn^el lip L: this." d i say*. "Me neither. Lenities. a sr.;i i '! ce wili .- rt i - in after the eXi-i;enie:;t*: so v.e w.-nr in." "That i* all. thank you, Mr. Calia" ,>ji* r ?.iv I'-i n;ftr.n'(ir v." ?( ' JL>ttt i 1 y > ? li.U * ? W-'V ^ V4 k *./* ..... v . . , bis foot. "Mr. Gallagher." Lie said sharply, "having scon U t Li Is. didn't yon realize that you should have testii:e<l to it be | fore the police'.'" "I didn't connect it with the murder i of this man Pollock." .said Gallagher; in some indignation. "And I took if for granted the police had got all the \ evidence they . wanted on Barker's place." "And may one ask." said the pro-o- j /vnfnr with liftniorl "flTsf i what influence was brought to bear to J make you toll this story today?" "Well, you see." said Gallagher, I scenting no sarcasm or coercion, "it j was like this. When the police como ; to the house Katie gits mad^at their | nnp??tions and sho savs she *"as abed and asleep. Then a few days ago ! along comes a young feller selling a ! thL-g to lift the covers off of bilin' j pets. lie came to the back gate and j he talks to Kate, till she says she don't! be wantin' one, because she's leavin' of a Saturday to git married. Then he kids her a bit about he bets she's marryin' a policeman, so she tells him j who I am. Tf - /. he gits talkin' about i this affair, and he has the night's j doin's so mixed up Kate she corrects hi,m. He bets her a hat she's wrong; she says she kin prove it all by me. And so she does; but then another T~/-\nfolio* />nmc>Q flmnnd savs as how we can help a young lady and clear up a lot of trouble If we tell it In court And begorra, Kate got her hat at that!" A shout of laughter rang through the court, and the Prosecutor sat down, far more discomfited than he would admit It was such a simple subterfuge. The back gate peddler with his packet of gossip?and the police of course blundering in and bullying. His respect for Langdon not only as a man but as a lawyer was growing, and In the back of his-mind there hovered a t black phantom?the mysterious man In the checked suit who had been in the alley. Had Langdon this man up his sleeve? He frowned and shifted the papers on his desk uneasily, then looked np with a start of surprise as the door of the witness-room opened to admit the flamboyantly gowned woman, j with the hard and tired eyes. She gave her name as Agnes Keenan, I but when the question came as to her. | occupation, she stared straight ahead! j of her with a sort of grim humor, thenJ I ohmornro/1 Vior fViin RhnillflprS OLXX JUV* "None," she said with the imitation i of an English accent. "I live on my; ! income." | The crowd grinned, but Langdon j flushed, and his voice was a little hard as he said quietly: I "I am sorry. Miss Keenan, to have to : ask you such a question, but were you' | not an occupant of a cell in the Fiftieth j i Street police station on the night of( the raid of Barker's gambling rooms?"'j | "I was." Her tone was more quiet now; "I had failed to come across, and having had a drop too much I sassed 1 the sergeant, and he locked me up to, cool off'." "Hid von a cell to vourself?" ! "Well, at first I thought it was a | i private room, but a little later they! I shoved a girl in." "Was that girl the defendant?Mary j Page?" j "It was. But she looked some differ-: j I "And that girl was Mary Page?" | exit then. She was all dolled up in an j evening gown, and hadn't even a cloak, j I wondered what was up and tried to j make her talk, but she seemed looney. i ! I thought it was the d. t.'s at first, but! when L found out she was plain batty, | I got scared and called the guard. But j he only e:i -red me out. so I got hold of j her hands jjnd tried to make her stop crying in that queer fashion. After a I bit she bewail 10 talk. It was ii;?.-ouer- ; ent i t first, about James, and tlie bit: in?iisiand she wasn't Sadie or Maguie. j Then she seemed to c-ome to herself i ; and sked who I was and where she I was.' S "D d she remain sane and conscious | ' after that?" '"Not at first She'd ramble, then she | talked sanely. Finally she quieted I down, and when I said that I was l I I ? '<? : < I thi:'.r i ; l!:e nioru? i.'iL'. <he ::> .< I iae if I would take * note to her lawyer. And I said I Wo'.llvl." ";>; i you a^k her her iir-.me:" She s:j;i!*-.l a I ::! . half whimpi !: ilf i iti?*rly. -It aia'r? :itjriotte to names cii'I'V !!: ? ? .:--uni<tanc;-s. ' i - v m oo it i1-.ij l!i., t t!i>u? i !if? l?cst tiling t > <1t? was t ? say nothing1 till she had a lawyer to do the talking' for her." "Whom was the note s'.io gave yoti addressed to;" The oiiesti a ?e"!uod to surprise her. "Why. ; ? ! know " sli * stammere 1. then i.ni:-he 1. I forgot. I'm tellin* ti;e ? ? .rr. 'I !;? i ore was addressel 'pl^-Cv l' : - r'Bi . -M -. ;:' .; . -4 - - - $ pi ; J "She was all dolled up." to Mr. Philip Langdon and I took it straight to him. Then him and me beat it back to the police station and he had a conference with the Magistrate. Then he shook my hand and. thanked me like a gentleman,?and? that's all." "One moment Miss Keenan. You say that Miss Page would become sane, and then would lapse into delirium again. Did she mention any particular incident?or ask yoa any strange questions?" "Yes. Once she said, 'He acts funny for a man who has just put on a successful play.' Then suddenly she sat up and grabbed me and cried, 'Was it blood or?was it just a red necktie?I saw it?' And I said. 'You saw it where?' And she said?sane as she could be, 'It was the other man outside?I couldn't see his face-*-just the red?' Then she began to cry and went off again into delirium, or whatever you call it. Next time she opened her eyes, she asked if I knew whether .Tames Pollock was dead or if she had dreamed it, and I said so far as I knew James was about the livest thing I'd ever bumped against in this old town. Then she sighed like a kid and went to sleep, but when she woke up she seemed to know he was dead." "Did she make any other mention of the man with the red tie?" "No. When 1 asked her, she said it was a blur, but it would come back to her?she was sure of that. Someone else would have seen it too." "That is all?" began Langdon, and brol <? off in astonishment. There was a cc motion in the back of the room and a man stood up. raising one hand as if about to speak. IIis face was ashy, his jaw dropped. Then as sud' - J 1-~ .1 aeniy us ne uau arisen ut; uiuf^cu back out of sight iuto his chair. It was Daniels. ?To be continued.] The Skip In Dundreary's Gait. My father each year copied out his own prompt books, or had them copied. and then wrote in his most recent additions. I have many such prompt books with most minute notes and directions. When I produced "Our American Cousin," nearly tb?rty years after his, death, these manuscripts were so perfect that I had no difficulty in recalling every movement of all the characters. My father's genius was indeed the genius of infinite pains. I have heard him relate that the little skip he > used in his gait in Dundreary originated simply fr?m his habit of trying to keep in step with my mother as they walked up and down at the back of the stage arranging their lines. The skip and the stuttor and other business grew and grew Jrom performance to performance. As Jefferson says in ms "JLiie,' tne character of Dundreary gradually pushed :ill tiie other characters out of the play.?From "My Remembrances," by Edward II. Sothern, in Scribner's Magazine. Safe Refuge. "Say, Philadelphia is the only city which is immune from leap year propos 's." "Why so?" "Bee use a fellow can plead it is the city of brotherly love."?Baltimore American.