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MmmmmmmmammmmmmammmMammmmn O????i i ? ?? f ;: 00 0 * * ;: mart PAGE. ac actress. Is 4 > accused of the murder of *i James Pollock, and is defended | jl by her lover Philip Langdon. 4 Pollock has been nursuinz Mary 4? for many months endeavoring to X win her love and her hand in J marriage, but his attentions have 4? been very unweicome to her. $ Knowing her stage aspirations, ! * he has, unknown to her, financed ! 4? her starring tour under the management of Daniels. On the night of the murder, Mary leaves the banquet hall in V the Hotel Republic and enters 4I the Gray Room alone expecting i T to meet Langdon. She has been 1 * i'f lured there by Pollock, who has 4? been drinking. 4*' A few moments later a shot is ** heard and Langdon and others, 4> upon entering the Gray Room JJ'" find" James Pollock shot through a* the heart and Mary Page lying in a faint beside him with Pol<i lock's revolver not six inches 44 j) from the ends of her fingers. i? At Mary's trial she admits she 4 * * had the revolver.. Pollock had O ? ? !'? * i> * * * <i >v * * <?ooo NEW CLEWS Mf F you please, ?Mr. Langdon, may 1 speak to you a moment, sir?" JL The deferential voice halted Philip as he was on his way from court to Mary's cell, and he uwung about with the frown of one whnse dfivs are made un of unpleasant interruptions by strangers. Laagdon had been at the office mos: of the night looking up certain points of law and his temper was none too good. "Well?" he snapped, and the pallid faced man with the stooped should ders winced and drew back a little. "I'm sorry, sir, but I thought I ought to tell you. sir. It's?Its' about thf guns." "The guns!" The frown faded froir Langdon's face, and he looked down at the man with a sudden interest. "Who are you~' "James Watson, sir. 1 am a waiter at the Criterion Club where Mr. Pol T olen aotac\ aa his ponfi dectial man during ray off Lours, sir i K . Langdon Had Been at the Office Most of the Night. iYou see, I am an extra, not a regular waiter in the dining-room." Langdon drew a deep breath and 'laid his hand on the other's stooped and servile shoulder. "This is not the place to talk," he aid quietly. "ioua oeuer come ouwu to my ofBce with me. I have a few minutes yet before the recess is over." The man bowed, and Langdon, turning, led the wqy into the .private room Iwyond the court-room, and waving' "the waiter to a chair, sat down him eif on the edge of the table nn ? **% . The Mran MARY \ The Great McClure My V VMAfV#? VKLULKIUIV LLTTld JOHN T. M'INTYRC, Kirk Detective Stone entf See the E**an< 0 c BMMWBHMWnMMaaMI * SYNOPSIS 0 Invaded her dressing room at the theatre, Langdon had come to her rescue, the revolver had been knocked from Pollock's hand and Mary had seized and retained it She had put it in her hand bag the night of the murder intending giving it to Langdon. Her maid testifies that Mary threatened Pollock with it previously, and Mary's leading man implicates Langdon. How Mary disappeared from the scene of the crime is a mystery. Brandon tells of a strange hand print he saw on Mary's ' SLiouiuer. Further evidence shows that horror of drink produces temporary insanity in Mary. The defense is "repressed psychosis." Witnesses described Mary's flight from her intoxicatj ed father and her father's suicide. Nurse . Walton describes the j kidnaping of Mary by Pollock, and Amy Barton tells of Mary's struggles to become an actress, of Pollock's pursuit of her and ; of another occasion when the o oOfr * 'I* '1* * -I' * * * * * 'I' >1' 'SOo o "Now," be said, "what about the | guns?" "Well, it's this way, sir," said James, twirling his hat in his nervous fingers. [ "I used to be in Mr. Pollock's room a lot, sir, and I knew all his guns. He had a lot of tbem?they were a sort of fad of his. There was two pairs of re " v iii" M ^ ''' ? "I could see that she hated him." volvers?duellin' pistols, he called 'era ?but that there gun in court ain't one of those. "It was his own special one. He had the barrel sawed off extra short so it would fit easy in his pocket. He showed it to me, and said that if anybody ever did for him, they'd have to move onioker than he did. And then. sir. it was his own gun that killed him. I Life's a queer thing, ain't it?" / Langdon nodded vaguely, too disappointed at the failure of this new hope to pay much attention to what the man was saying. "I suppose," he said drily, "you won't mind telling that fact in court, will you?" , He looked sharply at the waiter. "No, sir." The waiter hesitated a moment, then flushed and stammered, "I?I wish it mignt nave oeen one ui a pair, sir, n. jt would have helped the young lady; my wife and I admired her picture so. 1 took quite an interest, you see. being as how I knew him, sir. I'd seen her photograph in his room, too, and?I know what sort of a man he was. I ain't sorry he's dead, and I'd like to help if I could. "One night I saw him grab her by the arm and I could see that she hated him and that he was makin' her life miser* able by his attentions. "I saw her that night, Mr. PoBoek gimme a pass, and afterwards I saw him"? /> _ r ge vase ox PAGE itery Story. Written by In Collaboration With Author of the Ashton L Head the Story ay M&oinf 'Pictures ?pyri?ht. 1*15, by McClurt PublkttiM f 1 is & sr :: ill smell of liquor drove Mary in- Jjjj j sane. J j There is evidence that Daniels, * j Mary's manager, threatened Pol- X ; lock. Mary faints on the stand T i X ! and again goes insane when a policeman offers her whisky. 4* Daniels testifies that. Follock threatened to kill Mary and * Langdon and actually attempted * to kill Langdon. ? Two witnesses describe Mary's * i flight to the street from the ho- % I - + [ tel and her u' Auction by men *: from a gambling place near by. X Further evidence seems to in- v j criminate Daniels. % ; Maggie Hale.-inmate of a gam- J bling den. testifies that she was j at the hotel and heard two men * i quarreling in the Gray Room a 4? short time before the murder. T. Her evidence seems to increase ? j suspicion against Daniels. : Daniels privately informs Lang- j don that Mary Page did not kill ^ Pollock and that if Mary is in danger of going to the elecAlc % chair he will tell all he knows of j I the case. ? ! j"~~~ i He broke off abruptly, then leaned , forward staring up at Langdon, the i life-long servility of the man who j serves falling from him for a minute as he said sharply: "Mr. Lnngdon. Mr. Pollock had a i fight with somebody over the telephone ' at the club that night, and he didn't go i to the Hotel Republic alone!" What!" i j Philip's exclamation was sarin in its j excitement but before he could ask any questions that rushed to his lips, j the bailiff rapped at the door, announc- ' ing that His Honor was ready to re- { j open court. | With a shrug of impatience Langdon j gathered up the papers he had flung | upon the table. "I shall have to put you on the j stand, and ask the questions I would l!1"> nol' "/ITTf " 1-1/4 ooW frt Via TPQltor I I 1JU\.C IKJ CIO rv IIV t JJVz CX^AV-i. WV WMV vw?. I , 'You ?r::"t I sn?)pos~?** There was a note of anxiety in hia j voice. "That is what I am here for. sir," ! <aiu tlie little man with a calmness ' that was not without dignity. "My wife is in the court sir. waiting to J hear me." He spoke rather proudly: the atti- ! tude of a waiter seemed suddenly to j leave him. He was like a soldier who has hesi- j tated, and then, having made up his mind to fight, goes invincibly to battle. Langdon smiled, and clapped him on the shoulder in a friendly fashion that It "I'll have them here, sir, don't you fear." hron^hf a flush of Dride to the face of the older man. Then lie led the way out into the corridor again. At the door of the witness room he paused a moment and opening it, called to Brennan, the detective, who had figured in the trailing ?r Daniels, ana : said quietly: "I want James Pollock's chauffeur. | If possible, have him in court within an hour or two." j "Yes. sir." | "And Brejman-get the cacdto -W&? at the Hotel Republic, too. The man who wai on duty in front of the hotel on the night Pollock was killed. It's. | ?? ' Di~~ *" ~ -t-t i Important We mast work quickly. There isn't a moment to lose." "I'll hare them here. sir. don't you fear." And. snatching up his hat. Brennan set *>ff down the corridor at a brisk trot, the waiter staring after him and nodding with pleasure at being able to comprehend the order* that the Iflwvpr rivrn. "They can prove all 1 say. sir." he aid to Lacjrdon. "I bope it will help. Bball you put me on the stand at oaec?' "Yes." km Id I^angdon: "I'm xoinj: to call you the first thing. You mustn't be nervous about it. thouph. It's not really such an ordeal as It sounds." "I shan't be nervous, sir." saki the Km * lilu fa r*a no In f! T UIIVI ? WWl mn iu\ v ?' v# j.t . x, ...... when he new the crowded room and the judge. He acted like a man who had never been in a court-room before. He took the oath firmly, however, and his vol -o. though a bit shaky. was I;/*;. \ ? J--" It J "I ought not to teJI that, though." clear as he answered Langdon's questions. His name, he said, was James Watson. He was forty-three years old and was employed as a waiter at the Criterion Club. "Yon fir." be went on confidentially, "there is not enough work in the dining-room to keep us busy except at meal times. They keep one or two men on duty on account of orders for drinks, but the rest of us serve only at breakfast, luncheon and dinner. That leaves us some free time and we mostly have one or two of the gentlemen who live at the Club to look after. I was man for Mr. Pollock. That is, I looked after his clothes and attended to his wants in the way of valeting." "Watson, when was the last time you saw Mr. Pollock?" "After the theatre, sir, on the night when he was?when he died." He uttered the last phrase almost in a whisper; and there was the awe in his voice of the uneducated at the mention oMleath. "Did he dine at the club?' "Yes, sir." "Did he seem uneasy about anything?" Langdon was gaining confidence in this unrehearsed witness. "Well, he had been drinfcing pretty heavily, and he was always ugly, If I may say so, sir, when he had been drinking. Maybe I ought not to tell that, though." the witness added, nervously putting his hand to his mouth. "He seemed excited, but I thought it was probably about the performance, sir." "Did he say anything about carrying a gun that night? Think now, before | ypu reply." "No, sir," the waiter answered without the slightest hesitation. "But he swore when he came home that afternoon, sir, because his pet particular revolver had been taken away from him." "Did he till you where or how he lost it?" "No, sir, he did not. There was no reason why he should, sir, for I was only his servant." "Was it one of a pair of revolvers?" i "No, sir. It was one he had had fixed especially to carry, sir." "Watson, did Mr. Pollock telephone ' to anyone before or after dinner, that yon know of?" "Yes, sir. He went direct to the 'phone. booth when he came in, and talked for a long time. He seemed very angry, and suddenly he shouted, 'Dash you, you'll do as I say or by 111 send you up. I've got the goods on you.' "Then he seemed to realize that somebody might bear, and lowered bis voice. There was another call for him .wiUfe ta <rcas t/ea&tf juid be w?at oat, and answered "it "He seemed angry at first, then pleased. He was in a much better temper when be came beck." t i The witnaps wiped bis brew, and r glanced down at the .spectators, as if looking for the sympathetic* face of his i wife. In his excitement, and because the i next question came so fast, he did not have a chance to see her. "Watson, you say you saw Mr. Pollock after the theatre?where?" **J had been to the show, sir, and was coming out when I saw Mr. Pollock Jnst ahead of me. I thought he was looking for his limousine. 1 saw it and hurried up, intending to tel> him whrre I I* wno *'Knn ha /"enckf stifff t\f h<m. *1 V* ?V U4?M | elf. I was just behind him. therefore, when he stepped into it." "Was there anyone In the automo bile?" "Yes." "Could you see them?" Langrdon wuk overjoyed ai the readj answers lie wus receiving. If he had trained this man for a eou pie of days lie could not have asked for better results. "No. ( could see an arm as somebody opened the door for Mr. Pollock, and I heard a voice say, "It's all right chief, j It's a cinch.' J "Then the engine made such a noise I j ; couldn't hear any more. You know how I j those machines do drown out every- I ! thing sometimes, sir." "Had you ever heard the voice be- j ; fore?" ! "I couldn't say. sir. 1 didn't notice." J The bailiff came and whispered a I j word in Langdon's ear. handing him at j i the same time a slip of paper. j On it was scrawled: "Pollock's c-hauf; feur, Carter, is in court. You can . call him right away. I'll have the other | here in a jiffy. Brennan." j With a smile of relief Langdon turn- ' j ed back to his witness. | "Was that the last time you saw ! { Mr. Pollock?" j "Yes. sir." "That is all. thank you. Mr. Wat- | son." i And as the waiter stepped down j ; with a smile on his face, Langdon said clearly: "Call Frank Carter." There was a stir through the court- ! ! room, and some commotion as the ! chauffeur got to his feet in confusion. 1 and stared at Langdon. | "D'you mean me?" he asked bluntj iy; and when the court crier repeated the name, "Frank Carter!" he scrambled over the intervening spectators | and went down the room excitedly, j He did not seem happy over the ; prospect of being made so conspicu- j ! ous. j "You were Mr. Pollock's chauffeur, were you not?" asked Langdon, and j the man nodded. j "Then will you please take the stand?" : | ! Still looking somewhat bewildered j at the sudden call, Carter took the , oath, and Langdon, after the prelimi- j nnrv nnestions. said slowlv. as if seek- I ing to make a definite effect: "Mr. Carter, you drove Mr. Pollock j continually, did you not?" i "Yes, sir." j "Then you must have known most J ; of his friends?" i "I did, sir, and some of his enemies." j j said the chauffeur grimly. "Did you drive the limousine on the j sight Mr. PcIIdcI: was shot?" I "I did. sir," the witness answered readily. i He saw that he was important now. and, like most of his class, he rather :1: - ;:;>' vS^A I ? i gjpgpBfl^ ^ f:' .:>./-'^:;.::-:v:':-: "Mr. Pollock went into the hotel alone." enjoyed his sudden plunge into the limelight | "Did Mr. Pollock take anyone to the theatre with him?" "No. sir." "Did he give you any instruction about what to do after the theatre?' "Yes. He said that I was to wait for him near the corner, instead of coming back after the show. *1 may need yon,' he said, 'and I'd rather you'd wait If you stay at the corner I can see you. whether I come out at the front of the | theater or through the stage door.'" "He took a guest back to the hotel with him after the performance, did he not?" The chauffeur was very emphatic. "Do you mean that there wu no one in tue ctr except Mr. rotiocir" "Oh. no?there was Shale. I thought yoii meant somebody else." "Who is Shale?" "?eu, ues a sort ox a pai ui iw chief s?that is, he used to be. I dunno exactly how to describe him. He and Mr. Pollock were In on some deals together, and when the chief wantefl anything special done, he alius sent Shale. Folks called Shale 'Jim's jackal.'" "Mr. Pollock seemed to think a k>fc of him, though, and took him around & good bit. When be was good humored. ue used to say he took Shale along because he knew what be was up to when be was with him." "When did this man Shale Join MrFVH^kr "Alter the show. or. rather, during it. I Lmd been off to get a snifter. ed<1 when I came back Sbale was sittin* in the cnr smokin'.*' " Tin wultin' for Jim/ he says; and 1 says. 'Go as far as you like.' So he give me a cigar, and we sat there smokin' till the show was over and Mr. Pollock came out'* "Was Mr. Pollock surprised to seethis man in the machine?" "Xo. Hp was nsprt fo it. Hp spemp<i to have been expectin* him. I saw him looking about in the crowd as if hewas huntin' someone, and when he sa w Shale in the car he looked relieved." "Did you drive direct ro the Hotel Republic?" "Yes. .sir. we did." "And Mr. Shale went in with Mr. Pollock?" "Oh. 110. sir. As soon as the car stopped he went off down the street and Mr. Pollock went into the hotel alone." There was no doubt that both theseunexpected witnesses had made a good impression. The district attorney was not pleased; but Langdon. happy in the knowledge that the terrible ordeal for Mary Page was drawing to an end. left the courtroom that day feeling younger and full of power. Soon?soon? But he hardly dared to dream bis wonderful dream. [To be continued.] Airedale Terriers. Here is fhe case of a dog made to order for a very definite purpose and meeting all the. specifications. The Airedale as a breed is only a little over half a century old. Yorkshire was his birthplace. As to the work that the new dog was expected to do. there were foxes and badgers in -the hills* otters in the streams and hares in the fields and woods. This meant that the all around dog must have courage, a keen nose, strength of legs and jaw and must be equally at home in the water and on land. The breed found its way to this V-VUII tx J AAA *.A*w u^v?v*.v v-0?v-v,^ soon caught on among the fanciers despite the cry that no terrier should run above twenty pounds. His habit of working for a living bast kept the Airedale from becoming io?* much the rop of the shows and tias^ given him many opportunities to show his worth on the farm and in huntingHe has the terrier willingness to tackle anything without regard to size c teeth. One thing the Airedale demands is room. For thnt ronton he is not an ideal bouse dog. He is at his be>t in the country with plenty of elbow r?>oark and work enough to keep him interested in life.?Outing. * 4ft # Distant Thunder. If we count the seconds that elapse between our seeing a flash of lightning and our bearing the thunder we can tell how far off the thunderstorm is* As light travels 186.000 miles a second* we may for all practical purposes re gard ourselves as seeing tne ugntniny the instant it flashes. But sound travels - " " only 1,087 feet a second- If, then, we multiply 1,0S7 by the number of seconds that elapse after the flash before we hear the thunder we get the dis-t tance that lies between us and the storm. If we count five seconds the flash is a mile away. As a rule, we do not hear the thunder at all if the storm is more than from twelve to fifteen miles away from us. But the rule has exceptions. In Symons' Meteorological j Magazine Mr. Harold Wilson reports that last August he saw two flashes of! lightning in the west northwest o?, England and only heard the thunder; after intervals of 115 and 112 seconds respectively. Xe calculates that the first flash occurred 24.4 miles and the ! - - second flash 23.8 miles away. Proress-: or Alexander S. Kerschel, it is said, j heard the thunder that followed a flash ? of lightning forty-fonr miles from^ where he was. j, y Historic Spelling. g There is a sentiment against sirapli-i fled spelling because it tends to destroy f the historical continuity of the English?j language, but this claim is answered { by the assertion that the present spetfr { ing very materially infringes upon for- * mer methods. Upon this point a corre-f spondent of the New York Times says:* "T - 1 1 ? .-V ?/> VvnsiTr n miHT we nave Vlliy IV gu uaia a TCIJ way in order to see the modern upstart | character of what is called historical I spelling. We now write "pleasure," g "measure" and "feather," but not very! long ago those words were spelled! "plesure," "mesure," "fether." Again.? "tung" and "yang," as spelled by Spen-t ser, have a more historical aspect tbaE>|' "tongue" and "young." Why write! "girdle" when the old spelling was "girdel?" The only answer to this argument and similar ones is that our immediate ancestors learned how to spell better than our remote ancestors, which is only claiming that the makers of the words left their spelling to succeeding wJttfch is ats&gL There is abundant proof tbat our ancestors were better spellers than the sue ceedin? generations.?Oklo State Joor-| ML B 4