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CHAPTER IX—Continued Borne stared at her hostile!/, as If she would eheat them of the death they desired for the girl In black before them; some thrust forward from the same seats as if they would surround and defend the prisoner—and her witness. Suddenly you saw faces. Mother’s and Bee’s; and two who had been In the papers: his first wife, with her daughter beside her. How did they feel, a few feet away from Myrtle? Did they want her killed too? Here was another face—an old face, a fine face. A little old woman who had lived a lot, and never let life beat her. Winnie, she was. Agnes never had seen so much as a likeness of her, but there was no missing her. When she looked at Martin O'Mara, she knew Winnie was his grandmother. Agnes sank down upon the witnessehalr, and waited for Winnie's grandson’s first questions. They were simple enough. What was her name? . . . Where did she live? . . . How old was she? . . . Had she gone to Chicago on a certain day? . . . Did she meet any one in Chicago? Then what did they do? . . . After ■he had looked at the empty apartment and Mr. Braddon had left her. what did she do? "Now tell the Jury In your own words what you did at what you saw and what you, yourself, beard after the door of the apartment, upon which Mr. Colver knocked, was opened." “I saw." said Agnes, "a girl—a young woman—l had never seen before. That girl there." She looked abthe prisoner. Myrtle Lorrie. “She was In negligee over underclothes and stockings. She was very excited and disheveled. She looked as If a good deal had just happened to her." •I object.” Mr. Nordell, for the State, was on his feet "Sustained P said the Judge. “You must confine your statement to what you observed and heard: you must not give your Inferences," he said kindly enough to Agnes. “I know," she said. "I forgot I can say I saw bruises and hurts on her. I did. I can say she was shaky. She wax. She was holding to the doorknob with both hands. ’Who're you? Who're your she asked; but didn't wait for me to answer. She grabbed me and pulled me into the room. She said: ‘Oh, God, Pm glad to see you—glad to see you !• “She pulled me down into a big, soft chair beside her. . . . Mr. Colver, the ■gent went to look for smelling-salts for her. ... I heard him call from down the hall: ‘Mr. Lorrie I Mr. Lorries’ ... He came back, and he could hardly speak. Finally be said to me: ‘You know what we’ve walked In on? A killing! There’s murder here. . . . She shot him! ... I had Mrs. Lorrie In my arms, then. I was holding her. She was lying limp across me." Agnes bad no idea how she looked as she related this. She was not thinking of herself on the witness stand; she was seeing herself back In that room. But the Judge, the Jury and people crowding the benches were staring at her as she sat in the big witness chair, young and slight and fair, and so completely unaffected and forgetful of herself, indeed, and so honest-look-ing. Cathal, standing before her, stepped back a little as though he dared not trust himself closer to the delight of her. What a start she was making—beyond what he had expected! He could not possibly have planned this. “Then did you do anything?” he asked her very quietly. Her blue eyes on his shortened their focus from the far-away room which Agnes had been seeing. For an instant, only, her retinas were aware of him; then she went back again. “Yes. I tried to rouse b**r. 1 asked her: ’Did you do itr She couldn’t reply at first She didn’t seem to understand me. 1 kept shaking her. ’Maybe I did,’ she finally said. ’Maybe I did.* I said: ‘Maybe? Don’t you know?* She didn’t seem to know." “I object!" Nordell protested. “Sustained," said the Judge. “I’m sorry," said Agnes. “But she didn’t" "1 object!" "Sustained." said the judge, and told Agnes more sternly: "You must not give your opinions or inferences." “I won’t again." said Agnes. “Or Pll try not to. . . . The phone rang pretty soon, then. I heard Mra. Lorrie say: •Oh. God, Bert’ Then I guess he talked to her. I mean,” abe caught herself, "Mr* Lorrie waited and listened as if some one was talking to her. Then she said: ‘Bert, something's happened. . . . Charley died today P Then Mr. Oolver used the phone to call the police; and L Mr. O’Mara, called you." / She stopped, aghast at i/erself and before Martin O’Mara. Thia was not at all as abe has reviewed and prepared her evidence with him; she had said thing* *he had never dreamed of uttering, and omitted * score of Item* she bad promised to repeat But he had no reproach tor her. Quite to the contrary! Hl* own pulse* were dancing with new and wanton pleasure. She delighted him; she delighted the Jury-men—at least aaoe of them. The Judge was unsuccessful In his eeverity toward her. toctantly left th* courtroom. They carried the “heeds" for the ! gone on for the defense, and was I winning the courtroom. „ I CathaL of course, brought her bock

cause people were saying so many thing* different from what Pd seen." Thia helped; but already, by the unplanned ways of her own, Agnes had established the feeling essential to a favorable turn of the case. The Jury, the Judge, the courtroom had seen her and approved her; they believed and trusted what she said. It was perfectly plain that only accidentally had she become concerned with the case. Yet. having happened to be the first person to come In on Myrtle Lorrie after the shooting—and having been the person In best position to Judge Mrs. Lorrie's physical and mental condition at the time when the crime had occurred—this girl had not turned against her but had set herself to help her; when the agent bad sent for the police, Agnes Glenelth herself had summoned, for Mrs. Lorrie, a lawyer. Agnes was almost the only person In the courtroom unaware of what she had accomplished; she believed she had bungled everything. She thought she bad much more to do when, after she had described Myrtle’s hurt* as she had seen them, Cathal asked: "Now. at the time you first saWL her and when you were in close contact with her, what was the general state of her mind? Did she show any clear recollection of what recently bad happened F’ “No. She was both confused and contradictory. I found her In a state of—of shock. Os extreme—shock." "Thank you," said Cathal. “That’s all I need ask." He stepped back a little and turned to the table of the State. “Your witness," he said to the attorneys charged with the prosecution. He retreated to his own table, that of the defense, whereat Mrs. Lorrie all the time had been seated, and he dropped upon a chair beside his client. Myrtle turned to him, and he nodded to her almost absently; he touched, reassuringly, the impulsive hand she stretched toward him; then turned and watched Nordell as he came to his feet for the cross-examination. Cathal jerked forward to the edge of hl* chair; he kept his hands relaxed, but he felt as if with fists clenched ready to fight—fight as he had never fought before—lf the prosecutor “tore Into her” as he could. Yet, while half of Cathal tingled and bristled thus for the fight, the cooler half, the professional half—the part of him which was a lawyer—hoped the State would “tear in." What a mistake! What complete catastrophe If they attempted to sneer and Jeer at this girl and “show her up!" Norden did not make that mistake. “You have said. Miss Glenelth," he began with careful courtesy, "that you happened to be in the building where Mrs. Lorrie lived, because you were looking at an apartment In it ferlth Mr. Braddon.” “Yes.” said Agnes. "You were engaged to be married to him?” Agnes hesitated for the first time. Engaged? Were they ever “engaged”? They had been looking at an apartment together; so she must have been then. “Yes,” she said. That was the honest answer. “Are you engaged to him now?" “No." There It was, out. That was honest, too. "When did you break your engagement?" "We didn’t break it" What a thing to talk of before a courtroom full of people, and with reporter* writing It all down! “Then what did you do?" Nordell demanded. Cathal was on his feet to help her; but, for the first time In this trial, be was confused. He did not know how to help her; thia was all within Nordell's right. “We—we decided not to be married; that’s aIL" “Who decided that—Mr. Braddon or you':” “1 object I" Cathal protested; but the judge, before ruling, looked to Norden. “Overruled." be said to Cathal. "Answer." be said to Agnes. “1 did." "WbenF "It was when we were tn the apartment upstair*. That was why JebMr. Braddon left the building." “What effect had this on you?" "Effectr •I mean," Norden explained, “after just haring broken your engagement upstairs, did you enter thq apartment downstair* tn a ealm ans composed mental state? Was yew own condition perfectly clear, or "Clear." said Ague*. "I waa perfectly clear to my mind," she repeated. “Perfectly clear?" “Yes; for I had not cared—enough.” Nordell stepped back. He hesitated; he had gained one effect; and he decided to rest on It "That’s all," be said 1 suddenly, looking at CathaL ‘ “That’s all." said Cathal. -Yoa can step down, Miss Glenelth.". Agnes stepped down slowly, cautiously. Suddenly she had felt uncer--1 tain of her feet She looked down at I the floor, and a wave of faintness I passed over her. What had she just t said of Jeb? She halted tor an Instant "Water," • aha beard some one say. She felt hands on her; strong, steadying hands; Martin O’Mara bands. He held her t firmly and pleasantly. She felt that I she could not possibly ton. i “Here’s water, O’Mara." Mr. NordelDi voice said. t “Thanks," he said, and held the » glass to her Upa » “SoJr-sorry,” she said. I Then her mother was there, Tn ‘a™

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She looked up at him. “Jeb," she said, “—Mr. Braddon’s back to that room? Take me back to him, please," she begged Cathal. "I want—l want to tell him myself what I said." "I’ll get him,” Cathal offered. “I'm not calling him to the stand. There’ll be no more court this afternoon, 1 think." “Then,” said Agnes, “tell him, please. PH wait for him in the car” Bailiffs opened the way for her mother and Bee and her. An elevator lowered them to the ground; they went out, through the breathless, hazy heat of mldafternoon, to the hot and dusty car. O’Mara went to Jeb In the witnessroom. He was pleased, Jeb saw; the hour for him had gone well "I'm not calling you today—or at al!. Mr. Braddon,” Cathal said. “I thank you for having been ready. But now I'll not need you. We’re through with Miss Glenelth." “Then where is Miss Glenelth?" "She’s gone out She’s waiting for you—with her mother and sister—at the car.” "AU right,” said Jeb; and demanded: what did she do on the stand?” did It," Cathal told him. “She turUed the case.” your rotten little murderer and you!" Cathal drew back a little. “You damned shyster!" Jeb whls pered from his soul. Cathal heard, and knew be was meant to hear; and he caught control of himself. He could not hate this man now; be could not envy him; to strike him, physically, would be silly surplusage. He would not let himself deliver the blow he could with a few words more. He said, as quietly as he might in the tension between them: “Some evidence came out In cross-ex-amination which I neither knew nor expected." "What evidence?" "A statement she made—which she was forced to make by the State—concerning herself—and yourself." “What did she say about us?" “That,” said Cathal, “she wlshe* to tell you herself." As Jeb stepped from the door to the Criminal Courts building, camera* clicked at him again; and the crowd turned. Jeb heard his name passed, and he saw Ups that passed it, smile. He straightened and faced them. Behind his back, somebody laughed. Jeb would have liked to turn and knock the Idiot down. He would like, above all. to knock down O’Mara. Damn him! Jeb recognized the Glenelth car; and he halted. Agnes saw Jeb, and she knew that she had nothing left to tell him. He came to the car, and Simmona opened the door for him, "You’d better take her directly home,” Jeb said, looking In. His eye* were upon Agnes, but they went at once to her mother, and he spoke to her. Tin going to my office." Cathal drove north alone at nine that evening. The roads were choked with cars, many of them parked, more of them barely rolUng as their possessors sought the night and reUef, In the Uttle breezes of motion, from the dull and heavy heat Another day, whatever Its triumphs and despairs, was done; it* final pale flaunt was furled In the west. Darkness spread Its treacherous shield to satisfactions of the longings of flesh for flesh. Self-sufficiency capitulated; one hungered for another; everywhere young people paired, arms about each other, lips together, careless what silhouettes the headlights surprised and betrayed. Night For day. the making of money, the struggle and the fight; for night relaxation and lov*. Night, with Deneb, the bright star, low over the lake—as low. almost, as the masthead light of a little yacht drifting along. Casal was clear of the city. Thun der threatened, but from far away. Beside him, the street-lamp* ceased; be followed the dark line* of cool country places. It was unlfle Cathal to falter before a determination be had taken; yet be passed the gatepost* of the Gleneitbs* and drove a mile beyond before he turned back and entered their road. It was ten o’clock, but he saw that doors and windows of the lower rooms were open; shaded lights burned within. The family bad not gone to bed. Cathal rang, and be said to Cravath. who recognized him: "Ask Mr*. Glenelth If I may have a few minutes—no more—with Mias Glenelth.” Cravath left him outside and with the screen door dosed. Mrs. Glenelth came, with Cravath, to the screen, and spoke to Cathal through it “What Is it, Mr. O’Mara? Aren’t you through with us? Does the law let you ask something more of my daughter?" "Not the law," said Cathal, holding his haL "It's I that da" (TO BE CONTINUED) Ancient Adverti**—*nt To be sold. The sloop King Sola mon. Burthern about 100 Tone (more or leas), with all her Guns, Tackle and Apparel, now lying at Stephen Mayard’a Wharff, to New York; Also a House and a Lot of Ground to New York formerly known by the Name of the Anababtist Meeting house; Also a Negro : Woman that understands al! sorts of House Work, and a Negro Bey; a Marble Chimney Piece, three Marble Ta btes, three Riding Chairs and * single Horae Chaise; 16.000 two-foot shingle*, t 150 Elephant’s Teeth; three Desks, two Cases of Drawers, a Mahogany Book Case, Mx Dosen <rf Beaton m MB I ever Inclines to buy any of the'above, seoh Scott 1b Nuw ¥ork.‘*~Frofia tibe Maw IT4A

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Evidently, he had stolen from Philemon what he needed to enable him to run away, and had ultimately come to Rome. Having reached this great city he no doubt was satisfied that he had placed himself beyond the reach of anyone who knew him. But he had reckoned without God, who not only knew where he was (see Ps. 139: 7-12) but also what he needed. He is brought into touch witlj the imprisoned apostle, Paul, and through his ministry the fugitive slave becomes a ‘‘brother beloved in the Lord” (v. 16). How marvelous is the grace of God, and how patiently he deals with those who attempt to flee even from his love! Our study of this epistle centers around four great words. I. Appreciation (w. 4-8). After an introductory word Paul speaks of his love for Philemon, his appreciation of the latter’s hospitality, his fellowship, and his faith. Is Paul flattering his friend in order that he may grant his request? Certainly not, but he is expressing his true feelings toward a faithful brother. We need a revival of Christian courtesy and appreciation of one another. The man who thinks that he must show that he is true to Christ by treating others with boorish rudeness needs to learn a new lesson from the Lord himself, and from his Word. 11. Consideration (w. 9-14). Paul could have kept, silent, and encouraged Onesimus to remain with him. He needed help (v. 13) but without the consent of Philemon he would not keep Onesimus (v. 14). At the same time he reminds Philemon very tactfully that he owes them both loving consideration. We have here a striking illustration of the candor and considerate: thoughtfulness which should characterize the dealings of Christians with one another. We need to put away careless trampling upon the rights of others in order that our work may go forward. HI. Brotherhood (w. 15-16). The fact of regeneration does not change a man’s social status so far as the world is concerned, but witliin the circle of God’s household he becomes a “brother beloved.” Let us look less at the accidents of circumstance, education, or birth, which differ and rather magnify tlw family relationship, ior all who are bom again are brethren. IV. Partnership (w. 17-20). Paul counted Philemon not only a benefactor and a brother, but a partner in the great enterprise of ’ God on earth. Partners share both joys and sorrows, gains and losses. They stand by in the hour of ne ed, they plan and labor, weep and rejoice together: One wonders what might be accomplished for Christ if all Christians would accord one another even the ordinary consid :ra- ' tions of partnership. It should be noted in closing i;hat verses 17 and 18 present an illustration of the great doctrine of imputation.!, The wrong of Onesimus was ' to be charged to Paul, and Paul's standing with Philemon is the basis of his acceptance of Onesimus. Even so the righteousness of Cirist > is imputed to the believer, because ‘ our sins have been laid upon him. ( What a wonderful Saviourt '* — A Mother’s Love i No language can express the pow- ! er and beauty and heroism and majesty of a mother’s love. It shrinks , not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over the wastes of worldly fortune sends the radiance of its quenchless fideli ity like a star in heaven.—lE. H. i Chapin. Learning Only Good The wish falls often on mj heart, I that I may learn nothing here that - I cannot continue in the other world; that I may do nothing heii*e but : deeds that will bear fruit in Heaven. —jean Paul Richter. Window of Hope Eternity is the divine treasure house, and hope is the window, by s means of which mortals are perl mitted to see, as through it glass i darkly, the things which Goc is pre- , paring.—-Mountford. Spare Hours > Bind together your spare )touts by r the cord of some definite purpose, - and you know not how m uch you may accomplish. Gather up the I fragments of time, that noti ing may ,be lost.—W. A. Taylor. HamMe Deeds > The humblest deeds, prompted by -a pure and unselfish motive, meat , are larger in God’s sight than ap- ■ parently much greater de* ds which » aro of mei

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