THE GASTOX1A GAZETTt.
FIUDAT APRIL 3, 1918.
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HER FATHER'S
DEATH
SYNOPSIS.
Uary Page, actress, Is accused of the
murder of James Pollock and Is defended
by ber lover, Philip Langdon. Pollock
.V 'Was intoxicated. Shale, a crook and tool
off Pollock, was on the Are escape watch
Ins; tor Langdon. At Mary's trial she
admits she had the revolver, tier maid
testifies that Mary threatened Pollock
. "with It previously, snd Mary's leading
snan Implicates Langdon. Mary's escape
- after the murder Is a mystery. Brandon
., tells of a strange hand print on Mary's
nuouiaer. runnrr eviuence snows mat
' j horror of drink produces temporary ln-
sanity In Mary. The defense is "repressed
psychosis."
kSYCIlOLOGlSTS and those sci
entists who study 'the human
brain declare that the focus of
i consciousness is auai. ana mac
unless the sub-conscious mind supple
ments the conscious concentration, the
attention is easily diverted. Thus it
was that Mary Page, sitting In the
a
Langdon and Mary Pago.
'prisoner's dock with the Damoeleau
aword of Justice above her, was now
Onconsclous of the crowd in the court
room. Mind and soul were alike concentrat
ed upon 1-nngdou and utton the slow
building of the evidence that was to
fre her from the charge of having
murdered Jautes Pollock.
A tumult of old memories was surg
, fng about her. us wltuess after witness
' told of the tragedy of a year before; (a
tragedy that had so grim a sequel in
the reseuL and yet there were
Strauge nightmarish blanks in those
memories aces where fact bad to
. give place to imagination, and during
which she had hung in the nullity of
uncounted moments, merging like a
person under ether to momentary paiu
scared consciousness, only to gink
whirling back into oblivion. And it
was of these moments of which Mary
herself knew only by hearsay that the
'Witnesses were now testifying.
f Mary did not realize the subtlety with
. which Langdou was calling these wit
nesses. In fact, it was doubtful if any
of those In the court-room except per
haps the Prosecutor and the Judge, ap
preciated the skill with which be
- brought out each detail in its turn.
" In pursuance of his method of bring
ing out events as they ha'd happened he
had already, at a "bar side conference,"
asked permission to recall bis witness
es a second or even a third time. Thus
it came as a surprise only to the spec-
' tators when Mrs. Page again took her
place in the witness-box.
"Mrs. Page, you told us yesterday of
- how your daughter, struggling with her
drunken father, was struck by him and
fled screaming from the house. Will
you tell the court, please, what follow
ed that flight? Did you go after her or
'. remain at borne?"
-' "It was impossible for me to follow
as quickly as Mr. Langdon did." she
said quietly, glancing toward the
Judge. "So I stood at the gate wait
lng. feeling1 sure that ft would only be
a Tery few minutes before he would
- return with my poor, half-crazed girl.
t T went back as far as the window.
It wa rery cold and I wanted to get
a wrap, but I I wa afraid of my
husband. I saw him sitting by the ta
ble still drinking. At last, however, he
fell OTer onto the couch asleep, and I
Vent to and got wraps and blankets,
thinking to start out myself in search
of Mary. At I came out of tbe cottage
I saw Mr. Pollock drive up In his mo
tor. He said 'My God. shell die
cut there In the cold. They must be a
rack of Idiots not to hare found ber In
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this time.' Then he grabbed the other
man by tbe arm and said, 'Get in the
car and show me how to reach the
place where tbe searching party is. I'll
find Mary 1 promise you that.'"
"Did he offer to take you with him?"
"Yes. but I felt that I must stay at
home In case In case they brought
ber back, or she wandered back of her
owp accord."
"Did you go Into the house after they
bad left?" Laugdou's voice was very
gentle now. and Mrs. Page smiled at
him. a smile that was far sadder than
tears as she said:
"No L, wrapjed myself up and sat on
the steps. I I felt nearer to Mary out
under the stars."
"That is all. Mrs. Page."
But now the District Attorney was on
bis feet holding up an arresting hand.
"Mrs. Page." be said harshly, one
lean finger thrust towards her men
acingly, "If your husband struck your
daughter and injured her so terribly
that she temporarily lost her reason,
why doesn't she carry a scar?"
"Why. she does." There was a note
of surprise in tbe quick answer, and
Mary's Angers tightened ever so little
about tbe rail in front of ber.
"Is it possible to show the court that
scar?" There was a aneer in the voice;
a sneer bora of tbe realization that
something must be done to stem tbe
great tide of sympathy for Mary, and
Cast disparagement upon this story
from the past. But his request was a
boomerang, for when Mary, trembling
a little, took ber place before the court
and. lifting tbe soft hair from her fore
bead, showed tbe great livid mark of a
hideous scar, tbe murmuring of com
passion that swept through the room
found a mute echo on the Bench Itself,
and the Prosecutor, discomfited, swung
curtly away and dropped into his seat
as Langdon called tbe next witness.
"John Alexander MacPherson!" .
"Mr. MacPherson, you have told of
seeing Miss Page running through tbe
wood and of my finding her. Will you
tell us now. please, whether you saw
me again on that night and under what
circumstances."
"I saw Mr. Langdon again on that
nicht wi'in the hour. I had uae more
than reacbit home and were tellin" my
gude wife of the eveniu" when there
coom a knock at the door. 1 opened
it, and there stude Mr. langdon. He
was all in a feery farry not to say
Commotion, and his face were white.
Beyant him I cude see twa or three
other men all excited like."
"Did you recognize them?"
"Aye. there were men from the town
I had seen them often, and taken a
wee drappie wle them at the hotel
come Saturday nicht. But it were Mr.
Langdon who spoke. 'Have you seen
Miss Page. he cried, catching at my
sleeve. 'We are looking for her.' 'Dlv
you mean tae say you've lostit her
again?" 1 asked: and he said. 'Yes. I
sat doon to rest a bit and I must have
lost consciousness When I came to.
she was gone.' "
Iid you go with any of the three
men ':"
"Havers, no. mat)! 1 came back for
my cap and coat, and I got to tbe door
"I felt nearer to Mary out under tho
stars."
just in time tae save Mr. Langdon
from a bad fall, for be would bae gaen
Over in a heap if I hadna caught him.
My gude wife and I took him in the
house, and when be was revived a bit
I was for leavin' him. but he wouldna
stay. He said, 'I must find Mary my
sel' it was I lost ber tbe second time'
So we went oot together."
"How long was it before you got a
trace of her?" Langdon's voice was
toneless, but bis eyes were alight with
fire as he pictured to himself that
strange night bunt for the slender girl
be loved. The occasional shouts of
tbe other searchers; the flash of a lan
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tern; the heavy shadows and vividly
white snow; the cold that stung his
face and bauds and the a -hing wear!
ness that numbed his muscles It bad
been like a nightmare to him. a dream
that set bis bead to throbbing, and Lu
which tbe only real thing was the stal
wart bulk of MacPherson encouraging
him forward aud then the little shoe
He roused himself with a start, realiz
ing that the Scotchman was answering
bis question.
"It might hae been fifteen minutes-
may bap more, when we coom to her
little footprints In tbe snow. Then-
be paused a moment aud his voice
softened, "we found ber wee slipper in
a snow bank. A bit further we found
t'other one aud the snow began tae be
flecked wi' draps of blood. But
should say it was mair than balf an
hour before we coom upon the lassie
bersel. lying In a faint like."
"Was she conscious?"
"N'ae, and we could na bring ber to
so we wrappit her in oor coats and
took her back to the gude wife."
"Will you tell us please in what con
dition Miss Page was when I when
you arrived at your bouse with her?'
MacPherson frowned at the memory
and a deeper note crept Into his tones
as be said slowly:
"She was nae conscious, and ber
clothes were tairu to pieces and hangin
In ribands. Such clothes as she tutd
on, puir lassie! Her feeties were cut
wi' the ice and tbe stones, and there
was a terrible wound on ber forehead
and an ill faured queer bruise on one
ft boulder."
"Was your wife alone in tbe bouse
when you returned?"
"Nae, there was maybe balf a dozen
men frae the town, who had heard of
tbe lassie and bad coom to help the
search. They set up a shout when
they saw us. and I bad one of them
fire his revolver to tell the others Miss
Page was wi' us."
"Did they show any emotion nt the
sight of Miss Page's condition?" asked
Langdon. and a little shudder shook
Mrs. Page, who alone of ull those pres
ent knew of the tragedy to which that
"emotion" had led. Macl'hersdb's
voice, too. was grim as he said:
"I would:.a i-all it emotion.' but there
was n gude bit of luurmui-in' against
those who bad driven so sweet a lassie
distractlt and sent her to maybe her
death in the snow. The murmuriu'
grew louder when they saw the hurt
and there were cries to know who bad
done It- 'When Mr. Langdon told them,
the murmurs grew louder and finally
one of the lads cried out In a loud voice.
This town has na rooni for wifebeat-
era and drunken brutes he ought to
be hung."
A stir of excitement swept through
tbe court-room, for MacPherson. with
out a gesture, with no more than a
rising intlectiori of his voice, had
brought before them a vision of the
snowy night aud the little house from
whose doorway tbe lamplight streamed
out. mellowing tbe snow to gold, and
touching with Its fingers of llht the
grim faces of that group of men stirred
to the deep auger of the mob at the
thought of Dan Page's lnut.iliiy.
"Did the other iii'-n make auy
threats?"
"Aye. Another one of them cried
oot. "Killin" is too good fer Dan Page.
He should lie horsewhipped out of
town.' At that, my wife coom up to
me and says. 'For the lassie's sake,
don't let them be takin' the law into
their oon hands or there'll le murder
done this nicht.' So I cried 'Duma
take tbe matter too personal, lads
we've law and a gaol In this town
Somebody get the sheriff. "
Did they heed you?"
"I couldua tell at the time, because
Just then a cutter comes dasliin' oop
with twa men In it, and one shouts
oot, 'Have you found Mary Page?' And
they all answers. 'Yes. she's found!'
Then he says. 'I'm James Pollock ber
fiance and I have come to take ber
home.' "
"Was Miss Page still unconscious?"
Tbe question came sharply. MacPher
son shook his head.
"Nae. she was conscious, and when
she heerd him she gave a cry of 'No.
no, nor and dragged bersel' up from
where she lay and clung to Mr. Lang
don. At that the man Pollack pusbit
by me and cried. 'Mary! Mary I have
come to take you home.' "
"Did Miss Page answer him?"
"Nae, she Just shooklt her head, and
Mr. Langdon said, 'Miss Page Is not
going home yet.' But Mr. Pollock was
sair angry and shouted, 'What the
devil have you got to do with It?
Haven't you made trouble enough? "
"Did Mr. Pollock make any move to
ward Miss Page?"
"Aye. He took it a quick step for
ward like be would carry ber off. but
the gude wife stopplt him. 'Ye'Il na
move the pulr lassie till she is warm
and rest it.' she said, and put her' arms
aboot her and tookit ber Into tbe bed
room beyant Mr. Langdon helplt her,
snd when be came oot he said, 'Miss
Page will not return to her drunken
father.. My friend Dr. Jamison and
bis wife UI give ber temporary shel
ter and tbe proper medical attention."
"Did Mr. Pollock acquiesce?" Lang
dou's voice was dry with reminis
cences. "Mr. Pollock was sair angry, and be
said, 'It is not for you to say what my
future wife shall do. I'll not have ber
put with your friends. She shall go
home with me I can protect her from
ber father. I suppose you think you
can carry her right off under my nose
Well, let me tell you that's called by an
ugly name!' At that Mr. Langdou
shouts, 'What do you mean, Jim Pol
lock? Tell me what you mean by
thatr He lookit so fierce I feared, a
fight, so I went between them and
said. 'Dinna fash yersels like that
Think of the puir lasnle aud be quiet.'
Then I says to Mr. Pollock. Y3l gang
outside a bit and when tbe lassie Is
restlt I'll let ye know.' "
"Did Mr. Pollock go then?"
"Aye. for I went wi' him to the door
mysel'."
"Were the men still outsider
"Na, and it gi' me a shock like, for
I cude see na one-exceptit tbe friends
of Mr. Pollock. Tbe ithers had all
sllppit awa' towards the town."
"Did you speak of their absence
when you re-entered the cabin?"
"Na. for 1 had Ither matters to make
clear. I had made up ma mind that it
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"I can protect her from her father."
was na with Mr. Pollock that the las
sie should go, so I pit it tae Mr. tang-
don, that wi' my horse In the sleigh.
we cude carry the lassie out the door
to the kitchen and drive off, leavin' the
gude wife to tell the Ithers."
"Did you carry this plan out?"
"Aye. We fillit the sleigh with
blankets, and I pit my shot-gun In the
front and we helpit the lassie oot"
"Will you tell us please," broke In
the Judge with some asperity, "what
you expected to do with a shot gun?"
And a little twinkle sparkled for an
Instant In MacPherson's eyes.
"Mr. Pollock was In an automobile."
he said, "and shot is a grand thing for
tires. Nae doot you can guess yoursel'
how much chance they have to es
cape It."
A ripple of laughter swept through
the room. Instantly hushed at the
warning frown of the Judge, and Mac
Pherson. his huge brown hands grip
ped about the edge of the stand, turn
ed inquiringly towards Langdon.
"Will you tell us. Mr. MacPherson.
as briefly as possible, what occurred
while you were on your way to the
residence of Dr. Jamison?"
"We bad na mair than got start It
when the noise of the horse brought
one of Pollock's friends to tbe corner
of the house to look oop the back road
At sight of us he gave a cry and ran
back, shoutln' to Mr. Pollock.
We had a fair getaway, but na horse
Is as gude as one of those devil ma
chines, and they were after us at once.
So I tookit the reins and give them to
Mr. Langdon and said. 'You drive, and
pit the lassie doon. I've a way of stop
pin them as is belli u', but 1 need my
bands.' At thot I tookit my gun and
stude up In the sleigh. I cude see the
Ithers plainly, and I shoutlt, 'Co back
unless ye want to be hurtitf But they
only swore at me. aud when 1 saw
they were gainin' I sent a load of shot
towards them. It did na barm, but
they stoppit short, tae see if there was
hurt They'll na coom after us again
the nicht.' I said; but It was no mair
than a few minutes before Mr. Lang
dou said, 1 bear the motor!' And I
said. 'There's anltber barrel to the
gun.' "
It was a strange scene that he drew
for them In his deep, quiet voice a
scene so unreal that it was Incredible
to most of those present that It could
all have happened not so very many
miles from the court-room where 'they
now sat a scene with the dark, saowy
road and the silent woods for its set
ting, wltb tbe flying sleigh speeding al
most noiseless over the slippery road.
Langdon. bis face white and set with
fatigue and anxiety holding tbe tug
ging reins in one band while tbe other
arm held close tbe ha If -conscious form
of Mary, her bandaged bead ghastly
above the enwrapping blankets; while
over them towered tbe grim figure of
the great Scotchman, bis shot-gun to
bis shoulder, his big body swaying
with tbe speed of tbe flying sleigh.
I waited till they came oop too
close," he finished, a deep note throb
bing id his voIcer."and Ihen 1 did fer
a tire wi' tbe second shot Tbe suto
nigh upset wi' the force of the explo
sion, snd they all Jumplt oot And that
was the last we saw of them."
'Did you remain st Dr. Jamison's
bouse when you reached there?"
"Na. For when I bad seen tbe puir
lassie taken away by tbe kind gude
wife of the doctor, snd I knew she
were safe, I keeplt thlnkln' of bow
fast the men bad gone fra tbe boose
that nicht, and t says to Mr. Langdon.
1 will jes' take s yun back to the town,'
rm thlnkln. and make sure there's na
harm coom to Dsn Page through this
nicht's work. And Mr. Langdon says,
quick like, 'What do you mean? So I
told him snd tbe doctor, nd Mr, Lang
don was all fer comin wi me. but the
doctor' wouldna let him. 'Dinna fash
yerselY I said, when I saw the doctor
was rlcht 'I'll gae fast and if there
is need fer you i'li come rlcht back.'
And tbe doctor said. 'You're all worn
out, Philip. You've got to have some
rest Be sensible.' So I went back
alone."
"At what hour did you reach the
borne of Miss Page?"
"I dinna ken the exact hour, but it
were aboot daylight and I cude see
quite a ways ahead of me."
"Will you tell us. please, what you
saw when you approached tbe Page
house?"
Slowly one great baud clinched Itself
Into a knotted fist, and tbe muscles of
his Jaw tightened, and across those
who snt between, the gray eyes of the
Scotchman and the tear-diuimed eyes
of Mrs Pajre met in a muie commun
ion of terrible memories. Then, slmvly,
with a new tore. ' suppressed excite
ment lending a thrill to his voice be
said:
"Wbeu I got nle enough to see the
hoose, I cude see a great black splotch
in front of It, tbat I made oot to be
men. Then I cude hear shouts: 'Come
oot, Dnn Page, we've summit to say
to your So 1 didnu drivo) right oop
to the place. I stopplt in the road and,
creplt through the wood at the bacg
and, hiding under the hedge, got oop
to the rear. Then I wrote on a wee
scrap of paper, 'I've news of Mary
and I come to bring help.' Then I
tapplt on a window, till I saw Mrs.
Page peerln oot and I held up tbe
paper.
"After a minute or so she unlatchlt
the back door and I sllppit in. 'Oh,
Mr. MacPherson.' says the pulr lady,
cry ln 'is my girl safe? And I says,
'Safe and sound asleep.' And she says.
Thank God.' Then I heerd ' another
volte sayin', 'Annie. Annie who is It?
Don't let them get me oh, my God.
don't let thetn get me." And I saw
that Dan Page was bidtn' behind her.
ctingin' to ber skirts like a scared
bairn. His face were all drawn and
twlstit like, and bis mouth was slob
berln', and be kept cry In", 'I was drunk
I was drunk! You tell them. Annie
You tell them!' At that she says like
one Bpeakin' to a child. There, there.
Dan you're safe!' And theu there
came au awfu' cry from ootside:
'Come oot. Dan Page or we'll smoke
ye oot like the beast that ye are!" At
that Mrs. Page began to sob aud says,
'Ob. what shall I do? What shall I
do! They will na tulk to me and
they'll burn oor hoose. they'll burn oor
hoose! Oh, if Philip were only here!"
'"Dinna greet,' I said, I'll get him.
hut he mini ha' time. Ict Dan Page
go upstairs and talk to them from a
window.'
" "Ob. Dan.' soys the puir lady, 'Dan
will you do that? Tell them you
didn't mean to hurt Mary or or me.'
'No. no.' he whimpered. 'I can't. I
can't!' But I grabhlt him by the arm
and pulled him to his feet 'Be a man.'
I cried, und I shooklt bim. 'Be a man
and get you upstairs.'
" 'You'd be safe In the cupola. Dun,'
says Mrs. Page. 'I'll stay with you
aud this kind man will go for Philip.'
But be kept sayin', 'No. no," and I
could bear the others bangln' at the
door and I dared not stay, so I sllppit
oot tbe way I came and went off for
Mr. Langdon."
Mrs. Page, whose nnxlety to be near
Mary bad kept ber from returning to
the witness room, shuddered at the
memories tbat MacPherson was con
juring up out of the past The soft
ness which time has lent the tragedy
of that chill winter morning was
stripped off, exH)sli)g the old horrible
wound, and she could feel again those
groping fingers, icy cold, clutching at
her as she strove to drag Dan Page
up stairs towards the cupola.
She could hear his voice, now thick
with drink, now athrill with terrible
fear as he pleaded with her to hide
him aud to save blm. She bad been
mercifully numb with the horror of It
then: consumed only with tbe desire
to bold those men at bay long enough
for MacPherson to bring help, and It
was that desire which gave her the
strength to drag the heavy bulk of ber
husband op the two flights of stairs
Into the little cupola at the top.
She could feel ngaln tbe sting of tbe
cold dawn wind against her face as site
stepped out on the platform of rough
boards snd dropped tbe inert figure of
ber husband at ber feet
Then wltb all tbe eloquence of ber
great fear she had pleaded with the
mob below to go away. They had
seemed all eyes floating on a great pool
of blackness against tbe snow as she
looked down, but later she could see
tbe grim mouths below tbe eyes and
knew that ber pleas were falling on
deaf ears.
Finally one wbo seemed to be tbe
ringleader bad stepped forward and
cried:
"Where Is your husband? It is be
tbat we want to talk to." And she
had lied and said. "He Is sleeping."
They muttered ominously at that and
again tbe ringleader spoke: "We have
no quarrel with you. Mrs. Page, but no
drunkard wbo strikes his daughter and
drives her insane shall stay in this
town Dan Page has got to go."
"He will, be will." she promised wild
ly. "Ill take, him away today. He
didn't mean to hurt us be didn't know
what he was doing- But he'll go
sway, oh. 1 promise that" And again
the grim voice answered ber:
"He'll go, but WE'LL see blm off.
Let him stsnd up like a man and talk
tons."
At that they all took up the shout
for Page, snd be, lying on his face on
the boards, moaned and prayed to tho
Cod ha had lone forgotten to aaraf
tim. ' . "
IXow long she talked and urged and
wept and pleaded Mrs. Page herself
did not remember, but somehow she
had held them still threatening still
omlnous-t-till far down the road, she
saw a smsll speck that she knew was
sn approaching sleigh wltb two figures
In it ,
At sight of It she had forgotten ev.
erytblng except sn infinite relief, and
crying in ber joy bad sped down stairs,
leaving Dan Page still huddled in the
windy cupola.
If she hadn't she shuddered, and
caught her breadth hi a smothered sob,
and for a moment the court-room bung
in a haze before ber and the voice of
MacPherson speaking on the witness
stand receded to a vast distance and
seemed to be agabi tbe murmuring
voices of that angry mob. But she
fought back the luijteuding famtness
and the rising tears, aud us oue brac
ing himself against tbe impact of
some great weight, she straightened
her sleuder shoulders to meet without
flinching the story of that morning's
tragedy.
"When Mr Lanp.'.ojj und I drove
oop." MaiTberson was saying, "the
men were still there, and Mr. Langdon
stood oop In tbe sleigh and made a
speech to tbem urging them to go borne
quietly. 'Miss Page Is safe In tbe
bands of a good doctor.' he said, 'and
you will only make a bad matter worse
if) you attempt to carry out this plan
of whipping Dan Page out of town.
I'll see to It tbat be leaves the com
munity, but If you drive him out this
way, it's going to mean disgrace to tbe
town and to Mary Page, too. Do you
suppose she could bear tbe thought of
ber father's having been publicly whip
ped?'. 'Well.' shouted one of tbe men,
'tis not beatln' her tbo way be has
done it Drivin' ber and tbe brute P
And tbe crowd began to murmur again.
Then Mr. Langdon told tbem tbat the
drink was like a it gin' beast Inside
Mr. Page, that be knew nought of what
he did; tbat be probably didn't remem
ber anything that be really loved his
wife and his giri. And while be was
talkln' one of tbe men gave a cry and
pointlt oop. and there in tbe cupola
stood Dan Page wild like the daft,
cllngln' to tbe rail, and be cried oot
'What be soys Is God's truth. I love
my wife and girl as much as you men
love yours It's whiskey that hurt
them not me. I've been a slave in
the grip of a fiend all my life. I've
tried my God. men. I've tried to keep
away from It but it gets me. The
sight of it the smell of it tbe taste
of it Is ever in my mind. I drink be
cause I must, and drink more to drown
the memory of It! I've lived In bell
for years, and no horsewhipping could
punish me as docs tbe knowledge of
this night's work.' Then suddenly be
burst out cryln' sobbin' like a child,
while the men stood starin' oop at him.
Then he flung out his arm and said.
'Philip take care of them be careful
of Pollock I'm going to take myself
out of the community now!" And at
thot be leapit oop onto the rail and
jumped "
MacPherson broke off abruptly, and
bis baud shook as he wiped the drops
of sweat oiT his forehead and tbesbud
der that gripped bim swept through
tbe entire room at the thought of tbat
body hurtling through the air down
upon the snow to stain it wltb tbat
swiftly flowing stream of crimson.
1
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"Was Mr. Pago killed instantly?"
Only Mrs. Page sat erect and un
moved, but her eyes were pools of au
agony too deep for expression.
"Was Mr. Page killed instantly?"
"Yes. be was dead when we plckit
blm oop, and the men spread -their
coats over blm and carried him to the
hoose."
"Did you go "into tbe house wltb
them?"
"No." said MacPherson, "as well ye
know, sir. I tookit you back to tbe doc
tor's hoose."
Langdon smiled a little. "It's not
what I know, but what 1 want you to
tell the court, Mr. MacPherson; so will ,
you please tell tbem, as succinctly as
possible, what occurred upon your re
turn to the residence of Dr. Jamison?"
"It were the gude wife of tbe doctor
that met us, and toldit us that tbe
doctor bad Miss Page In his laboratory
making some tests about tbe brain."
"The doctor had already said that he
bad been making some special tests for
the brain." Langdon's voice rasped
sharply through the room. "Did be
make the results of those tests known
in your presence?"
"He said. 'She is sane now, and these
tears will relieve her, but 1 would ad
vise you to have Dr. Foster, tbe alien
ist, make an examination. She has still
much to suffer, and this thins will
come back! YouH have to take good
care of ber and guard her, Philip.'
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