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CHAPTER IX—Continued Some stared at her hostilely, as If she would cheat 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 I they feel, a few * feet away from j Myrtle? Did they want her killed too? Here was another sac old face. I a fine face. A little old woman who i had lived a lot, and never let life beat j 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 witness chair, and waited for Winnie’s grand | son’s first questions. They were simple enough. What was I her name? . . . Where did she live? ... How old was she? . . . Had she gons to Chicago;on a certain day? .. . Did she meet any one in Chicago? Then what did they do? . . . After she 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 and what you saw and what you. yourself, heard after the i door of the apartment, upon which Mr. . Colver knocked, was opened.” “I saw,” said Agnes, “a girl—■a young i woman—l had never seen before. That ■ girl there." She looked at the 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 hapJ pened to her.” *1 object," Mr. Nordell, for the State, was on his feet "Sustained!" 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 I can say I saw bruises and hurts on ; her. I did. I can say she was shaky, i She was. She was holding to the doori knob with both hands ‘Who're you? Who’re you?’ she asked; but didn’t j wait for me to answer. She grabbed j me and pulled me into the room. She i said: *Oh, God, I’m glad to see you—- | glad to see you!’ “She pulled me down into a big, soft chair beside her. ... Mr. Colver, the agent, went to look for smelling-salts for her. ... I heard him call from down the hall: ‘Mr. Lorrie! Mr. Lorrie!’ . . .He came back, and he could hardly speak. Finally he said to me: •You know what we’ve walked In on? A killing! There’s murder here. . . . She shot him! ... I had Mrs. Lorrie Id my arms. then. I was holding her. She was lying limp across me." Agnes had no Idea how she looked as she related this. She was not thinking of herself on the witness-stand; •he 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 witnesschair, young and slight and fair, and ! ao completely unaffected and forgetful ■ of herself, Indeed, and so honest-look- | Ing. Cathal, standing before her. stepped back a little as though be dared not trust himself closer to the delight of her. What a start she was making—beyond what be had expected! He could not possibly have planned this. "Then did you do anything F he I asked her very quietly. Her blue eyes on his shortened their ’ focus from the far-away room which Agnes bad been seeing. For an instant, only, her retinas were aware of him; then she went back again. "Yes. I tried to rouse her. I asked her: ‘Did you do itr She couldn’t reply at first She didn’t seem to understand me. I kept shaking her. ‘Maybe I did,’ she finally said. ’Maybe I did.* I said: "Maybe? Don’t you knowF She didn’t seem to know." “I object!” Nordell protested. "Sustained." said the judge. Tm sorry," said Agnes. “But she didn’t* “I 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 I*ll try not to,. . . The phone rang pretty soon, then. I heard Mrs. Lo.rie say: •Oh, God, Bert’ Then I guess he talked to her. I mean," she caught herself, "Mrs Lorrie waited and listened as if some one was talking to her. Then she said : ‘Bert, something’s happened. . . . Charley died today I" Then Mr. Colver used the phone to call the police; and L Mr. O'Mara, called you." She stopped, aghast at herself sad before Martin O’Mara. This was not at all as she has reviewed and prepared her evidence with him; she bad said things she had never dreamed of uttering, and omitted a score of items she bad promised to repeat. But be tad no reproach for her. Quite to the contrary! Hla own pulses were dancing with new and wanton pleasure. She delighted him; she delighted the Jury-ruen—at least seme at them. The judge was unsuccessful In his severity toward her. Three or four newspaper reporters reluctantly left the courtroom. They carried the “beads” for the afternoon news. A£nes Gleoeith bad gone on for the defense, and was winning the courtroom. . Cathal, of course, brought her back to the evidence she had omitted; she remembered the memorandum which she tad made on the morning after the !

AAAAAAAAAAWWWWAAmRIRAAMAAAMWWMUWWMk cause people were saying so many things different from what rd seen." This 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 tn 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 tor the police, Agnes Gleneith herself bad 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 had much more to do when, after she had described Myrtle’s bruises and hurts as she had seen them. Cathal asked: “Now, at the time you first saw 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 had happenedF “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 bis 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 his chair; he kept bls hands relaxed, but he felt as If with fists clenched ready to fight—fight as he had never fought before—if 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.” Wtat a mistake! What complete catastrophe If they attempted to sneer and jeer at this girl and “show her MP ! ” Nordell did not make that mistake. “You have said. Miss Gleneith," 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 with 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 yon 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 reporters writing It all down! v “Then what did you do?" Nordell demanded. Cathal was on his feet to help her; but, for the first time in this trial, he was confused. He did not know how to help her; this was all within Nordeli’s right "We —we decided not to be married; that’s all" “Who decided that—Mr. Braddon .or youF "I object F Cathal protested; but the judge, before ruling, looked to Nordell. "Overruled." he said to Cathal "Answer.” he said to Agnes. "1 did." “WhenF “It was when we were In the apartment upstairs. That was why Jeb— Mr. Braddon left the building." "What effect had this on youF “Effect F •I mean," Nordell explained, “after Just having broken your engagement upstairs, did you enter the apartment downstairs in a calm and composed mental state? Was your own condition perfectly dear, or confused F "Clear." said Agues. “1 was perfectly dear In my mind." she repeated. "Perfectly clearF “Yes; for I bad not wired—enough.” Nordell stepped hack. He hesitated; he had gained one effect; and he decided to rest on it “That’s all." be said suddenly, looking at Cathal. “That’s all,” said CathaL “Yon ean step down. Miss Gleneith." Agnes stepped down slowly, cautiously. Suddenly she had felt uncertain of her feet. She looked down at the floor, and a wave of faintness passed over her. What tad she Just said of Jeb? She halted for an instant “Water,” she heard some one say. She felt hands on her; strong, steadying hands; Martin O’Mara hands. He held her i firmly and pleasantly. She felt that I she coaid not possibly fait i “Here’s water, O’Mara," Mr. Nordell’s voice said. K "Thanks," he said, and held the ► glass to her Ups. i Affnes swaiiowea aM ioobm op. I Then her mother was there, ' “Til said to Cathal.

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She looked up at him. “Jeb,“ she said, “—Mr. Braddon’s back in that room? Take me back to him, please,” she begged Cathal “I want—-I want to tell him myself what I said.” "I’ll get him," Cathal offered. “I’m not caUlng him to the stand. There’ll be no more court this afternoon, I think." ' “Then," said Agnes, •‘tell him. please. I’ll 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, baxy heat of midafternoon, to the hot and dusty car. G'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 all Mr. Braddon,” Cathal said. "I thank you for having been ready. But now Til not need you. We’re through with Miss Gleneith." “Then where is Miss GleneithF "She’s gone out She’s waiting for you—with her mother and sister—at the car." "All right" said Jeb; and demanded: ’’Well, what did she do on the stand?” “She did it," Cathal told him. ‘‘She turned the case.” “For your rotten little murderer and you!” Cathal drew back a little. "You damned shyster!" Jeb whls pered from his soul. Cathal beard, and knew he was meant to hear; and he caught control of himself. He could not hate this man now; he could not envy him; to strike him, physically, would be silly surplusage. He would not let himself deliver the blow be could with a few words more. He said, as quietly as he might tn the tension between them: “Some evidence came out In cross-ex-amination which I neither knew nor expected.” “What evldenceF “A statement she made—which she was forced to make by the State—concerning herself—and yourself." "What did she say about usF “That,” said Cathal, “she wishes to tell you herself.” As Jeb stepped from the door to the Criminal Courts building, cameras clicked at him again; and the crowd turned. Jeb heard his name passed, and he saw lips 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 recognised the Gleneith car; and he halted. Agnes saw Jeb, and she knew that she had nothing left to tell him. He came to the car, and Simmons opened the door for him. "You’d better take her directly home,” Jeb said, looking in. His eyes were upon Agnes, but they went at once to her mother, and he spoke to her. "I’m 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 rolling as their possessors sought the night and relief. In the little breezes of motion, from the dull and heavy heat Another day, whatever its triumphs and despairs, was done; Its 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 end betrayed. Night For day, the making of money, the struggle and the fight; for| night relaxation and love. Night wttb Deneb, the bright star, low over the lake —as low, almost as the masthead light of a little yacht drifting along. Cathal was clear of the city. Thun de- threatened, but from far away. Beside him, the street-lamps ceased; be followed the dark lines of cool country places. It was unlike Cathal to falter before a determination he had taken; yet he passed the gateposts of the Glenelths’ and drove a mile beyond before lie turned back and entered their roat It was ten o’clock, but he saw that doors and windows of the lower rooms were open; shaded lights burned within. The family tad not gone to bed. Cathal rang, and be said to Cravath. who recognized him: "Ask Mrs. Gleneith If I may have a few minutes—no more—with Miss Gleneith." Cravath left him outside sod with the screen door closed. Mrs. Gleneith 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 daugtterF “Not the law," said Cathal, bolding hla hat “It’s I that do." (TO BE CONTINUED) Awctowt Adv*rti**ne*t “To be sold. The sloop King Solo mon. Burthern sbout 100 Tons (mor* or >e»). wltb aU heT Gon * Tackle and Apparel, now lying at Stephen Mayard’a Wharff, In New York; Also a House and a Lot of Ground In New York formerly known by the Name of the Anababtist Meeting tonne; Also a Negro Woman that understands all sorts of H.™- Work, .ml . Ne«n> Bo,; . M.rble Chimney Piece, three Marble Tables. three Riding Chain and a single Horse Chais*; 16,000 two-foot shingles, , 150 Elephant’s Teeth; three Desk* two Cues ot prawefß, a Aiaugaoy boo< six Dozen of Boston Axe*. 360 Gallons of Spirits, sundry sorts; Whoever Inclines to buy any of the above, sF* Bo* **

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