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(Adv.) j7J eugausuiy air I th nntr satin trtry Roa J iTU'ir hotel I. ple Square i.n,B,u We, "C OMMENDED OSSITERMrr. M EDWIN I Dai am r jr. . tv rCofijrifltit Fdrfn Bslmer WW U 5r.., CHAPTER VIII Continued . 11 ifyrtle was now In the courtroom. Stella was staring at her! And she was staring at Stella. She couldn't take her eyea off Stella. And heslde Stella was Charley's kid. Where was somebody for her? Somebody that counted and could do jrood? Where was Agnes Olen-eitn? Olen-eitn? Oh, why In hell wasn't she here? The damn' room was full of people, peo-ple, staring; but you couldn't see them, except Stella and Charley's kid. Myrtle did her best to take It For two days they fought over the Jury; It was Wednesday before Wr. Nordell outlined to the 12 men at last selected and the newspapers news-papers repeated to all who read the case against Myrtle Lorrle. It was bad for her; very bad, as witness wit-ness after witness built It up. It was worse than Agnes' had 'expected. 'ex-pected. Agnes rend It at home. For the state had decided not to call fcer and Martin O'ilara told her that he could give her at least two hours' warning before be would put her on the witness-stand. - "She felt -shaky and half sick again. These were matters about Myrtle Lorrle which Martin O'Mara might not have known about bis client Yet now he had heard them ; he continued to defend her. Indeed, In-deed, It was plain he was fighting for her only more hotly. -. The newspaper writers. . Bpoke especially of how he fought When Nordell put a question that might have a damaging answer, the defense de-fense attorney leaped to his feet. "I object Tour Jlonor! I object ob-ject I" "Overruled," said the Judge, and told Mr. Nordell. to proceed with the witness. "Exception! ... I take an exception! ex-ception! . . Exception 1" O'Mara truck back at the Judge again and again. Agnes could not completely understand un-derstand It; but she could feel the fight in It Jeb brought with blm, that nlgbt, the late edition which carried the report of the afternoon session on the trial. It as worse for Myrtle and for Agnes than the morning's morn-ing's disclosures. Some of It, Jeb read to her; some be left to her to read to herself. "Now, Glen, what are you going to do?" "I'm going on, Jeb. I have to haven't I?" -Not as a defense witness." "I have to if he calls me." "He!" repeated Jeb. "He'll call you; but you can give him a surprise sur-prise on the stand." "Ilowr "When he questions you. Tou see now you must see now how things were. She was double-cross lng her husband for her Bert Wasn't he?" Cathal telephoned to Agnes at nine that night "It looks," he said, "as If the state will rest tomorrow morning. If It's not too near noon, I'll put on my first witnesses at once; I figure fig-ure I'll ask you to go on In the afternoon. Say, two o'clock." Yes," said Agnes. "I'll be there." "Will you?" "Of course I will." What had happened to her distress dis-tress and disturbance? He was fighting; he had been fighting all day, and was spent, bnt with the fight still In him. She could feel It In bis voice; and she aligned herself her-self again with him. "How's the trial going really?" "Really?" repeated Cathal "I mean with yon. You know how many of those things are true; the papers don't do they?" "No," said Cathal; "but some of the things are true enough. Hut they've g"t nothing to do with whether she did murder. That's all." . . . Agnes hung op, but sat by the telephone without stirring. She was warm and excited and satisfied, as he had not been all day. It was eleven, next morning, when h left the house with her I mother and Bee. They avoided the ' train. Simmons drove them, In the big car, to the city, where they nicked up Jeb. J TtMlay Unearned almost more the trlnl of Acnea Glenelth than of Myrtle Lorrle. Today Agnes' pic ture and her name exceeded Myr tie's In size and display. Agnes had ceased to care what they said even about herself. Che sat at the restaurant tnble 6ecide Jelt, and with her mother looked down at Jellied consomme in the cup before her. She lifted her spoon Into the cup, but not to ber Hps. Jeb could eat ; Bee could eat ; her mother could, a little. Agnes sipped Iced-tea. What Myrtle Lorrle had done and what Agnes Glenelth was to support her in having done dlvid ed any group of people. They did not debate whether she had shot her husband; that was undisputed. It was whether she "should" have shot him or not ; or at least wheth er, having done so, she should now be punished further. Jeb was against her Jeb, who, If, Agnes would marry him, would "tip up the cup" of sensation with her, drain It to the last drop while they both were young; and then? Why he said think now of that? Her mother had no pity for Myrtle; ber mother who had- given herself completely to ber love when young, and who now was being neglected for another. Bee, somewhat some-what " less " irarely. wanted Myrtle convicted. Not electrocuted, bnt Imprisoned Im-prisoned at least until she was old until, for her, the life of sensa tion ceased. Martin O'Mara would Justify and free her; not because he would make money by It He could have made money "fixing" taxes, but he would not Emotionally this sort of case appealed to him; he want ed to defend cases like this. He would get Myrtle off. , , The talk at the table changed nothing. Simmons drove them at last to the Criminal Courts building. A crowd lined the curb. People were everywhere in front, everywhere ln- w He Seated Himself, Restlessly, Upon Another Chair. side. Windows of all the court rooms were open. Photographers formed the edge of the lane that was opened. Agnes never knew, until she saw the pictures In the papers the following fol-lowing day, how she got from the car to the doors of the court An elevator lifted them to the hallway outside the courtroom where Myrtle Lorrle was being tried; and there they met O'Mara. He led Beatrice Glenelth and Beatrice Ayrefortb Into the court room, and then returned to Agnes and Jeb In the hall. "I've one witness to finish with before you," be said to Agnes. "He'll be on when we start again, In a few minutes. He won't take long." And he showed Agnes and Jeb together to the defense witness- room. It was a plain, stern little cham ber with two windows, a table and six chairs; It was vacant; but the feel of conflict filled It Not strange, with Jeb and Martin O'Mara with her In the little room! ' Cathal, at least outwardly, wns the cooler of the two. He wore a light suit of dark gray, and he had Just changed his linen; and the excitement ex-citement which he controlled gave him better bearing. "I'm sorry the dny' so hot, Miss (lloiiolth." he said. "I don't mind. Don't bother about me4 please ; and don't worry. I'll try not to lose my head." Catlinl cniiL'lit brent Uj- looking at her In her lltrht. simple dress. "You'll not. I'll ak you only what y"i know I'll a!c What the State will nsk you. no one can tell; hut I'll he before jou to help juu all I can." "Thank you." The door opened for the warning to Cathal that the Judge was returning re-turning to the courtroom. Cathal hurried away. Agnes stood stock-still for a lone minute; and Jeb merely stared at her. When at last she dropped down upon one of the straight, hard chairs, he seated himself, restlessly, upon another. These two had nothing noth-ing left to say. Only at last, when Agnea was summoned to the courtroom, court-room, he got up with her; hut he parted with her at the door of the witness-room. "Good girl!" he Bald, and gave her his band. "And good luck. Glen!" And then, to save himself, he could not hold back the gibe as she went to be Martin O'Mara's wit ness. "Go get your little pal and her lawyer, Glen their hundred and fifty thousand dollars for the shooting." CHAPTER IX BKKOItE she sat down In the witness wit-ness clialr, Agnes stood for a moment, facing the courtroom. She had been sworn, facing the Judge, who was beside her now, at her right and a little behind her. The Jury, twelve men In two rows. were at her left. A court reporter with pencil and his book open, was almost at her feet to her right Directly In front of ber stood Mar tin O'Mara ; and over his left shoulder shoul-der she saw Myrtle Lorrle seated at a table. Agnes would hardly have known Myrtle, bad not the newspaper newspa-per pictures of recent days prepared her for her present appearance. Myrtle was In black, with not even a touch of color, except a piping of white In the neck of her dress and on the sleeves. Black became her and made her look even younger and' slighter than she was; and It made ber skin whiter. whit-er. She bad on no rouge at all, and little or no lipstick. She looked not Id the least like a killer. Mr. Nordell was a few feet from her, seated at another table with two younger men with books and papers. That was the table of "the State. Beyond "were benches ' row after row, where people sat and leaned forward. You could feel-Agnes feel-Agnes felt the clash of the conflict which wayed them. Some stared at her hostllely, as If she would cheat them of the death they desired fdr 'the glr! In black before them; some thrust forward for-ward from the same seats as If they would surround and defend the prisoner and her witness. Suddenly Sudden-ly 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 tbey want ber killed too? Here was another face an old face, a fine face. - A little old woman wom-an who bad lived a lot, and never let life beat her. Winnie, she was. Agnes never had seen so much as a likeness of ber, but there was no missing her. When she looked at Martin O'Mara, she knew Winnie was his grandmother. Agnes sank down upon the wlt-ness-cbalr, and waited for Win nle'a grandson's first questions. They were simple enough. What was ber name? . . . Where did she live? . . . How old was she? , . . Had she gone to Chicago on . a certain day? . . . Did she meet anyone 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 yon did and what yon saw and what you, yourself, heard after the door of the apartment, upon which Mr. Colver knocked, was opened." "I saw," said Agnes, "a girl a young woman I had never seen be fore. That girl there." She looked at the prisoner, Myrtle Lorrle. "She was In negligee over underclothes and stockings. She was very ex cited and disheveled. She looked as If a good deal had Just bap pened to her." "I object," Mr. Nordell. for the State, was on his feet. "Sustained !" suld the Judge. "Yon must confine your statement to what you observed and beard; you must not give your Inferences," he said kindly enough to Agnes. "I know," she snld. "I forgot I can say I saw bruises and hurts on her. I did. I can say he wa shaky. She was. She was boldlnx to the doorknob with both hands. Who're you? Who're you?' she asked; but didn't wait for me to answer. She grabbed me and pulled me Into the room. She said: 0h, God, I'm glad to see you glnd to see you!' "She pulled me down Into a big. soft chair beside her. . . . Mr. Colver, Col-ver, the agent, went to look for smelling suits for her. ... I heard him call from down the hall; 'Mr. Lorrle!' ... He came back, and he could hardly speak. Finally he snld to me: 'Yon know what we've walked In on? A killing! There's murder Imw,- . . ,-SUe shot him ! . . . I had Mrs. I.nrrle In my arm, then. I was holding her. She was lying limp across me." Agnes had uo Idea how she looked -as --she reltt.d - this. ... iUi was not thinking of herself on the witness-stand; she was seeing her self hark in that romn. I'.ut the Judge, the Jury, and people crowding I the hem. lies were siarlng at her as" She sat In the I'U wit hum -chair, young and slight . fnlr. and ' completely unallVcit U iud foie'.fu' of herself, Indeed, and so bonest- looklng. Cathal, standing before her, stepped back a little aa though he dared not trust himself closer to the delight de-light of her. What a start she, was making beyond what he had ei-pected! ei-pected! He could not possibly have planned this. "Then did yon do anything?" he asked ber 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. "Yea I tried to ronse her. I asked her: 'Did you do itr She couldn't reply at first She dldnt seem to understand me. I kept shaking shak-ing her. 'Maybe I did,' she finally said. 'Maybe I did.' I said: 'Maybe? 'May-be? Don't you knowr She didn't seem to know." "1 object!" Nordell protested. "Sustained," said the Judge. "I'm sorry," said Agnes. "But she didn't." "I object!" "Sustained," said the Judge, and ;old Agnes more sternly: "You must not give your opinions or Inferences." Infer-ences." "I won't again," said Agnea "Or I'll try not to. . . . The phone rang pretty soon. then. I beard Mrs. Lorrle Lor-rle ay: 'Oh, God, Bert' Then I guess be talked to her. I mean," she caught herself, "Mrs. Lorrle watted and listened as If some one was talking to her. Then she said: 'Bert, something's happened. . . . Charley died today!' Then Mr. Colver used the phone to call the police; and L Mr. O'Mara, called you." She stopped, aghast at herself and before O'Mara. This was not at all as she had reviewed and prepared her evidence with him; she bad said things the had never dreamed of uttering, and omitted a scoreof Items she bad promised to repeat But he had no reproach for her. Quite to the contrary t His own pulses were dancing- with new and wanton pleasure. She delighted him; she delighted- the Jurymenat least some of them. The Judge was unsuccessful unsuc-cessful in his severity toward ber. Three or four newspaper reporters reluctantly left the courtroom. They carried the "heads" for the afternoon news. Agnes Glenelth had gone on for the defense, and was winning the courtroom. Cathal, of course, brought ber back to the evidence she bad omitted; omit-ted; she remembered the memorandum memoran-dum which she bad made on the morning after the visit to the Lorrle apartment ; and now, as Cathal questioned ques-tioned her, she read It and explained that she bad written it, of that first morning, "because people were saying say-ing so many things different from what I'd seen." This helped; but already, by the unplanned ways of ber own, Agnes had established the feeling essential essen-tial to a favorable turn of the case. The Jury, the Judge, the courtroom bad seen her and approved ap-proved her ; they believed and trusted trust-ed what she said. It was perfectly plain that only accidentally had she become concerned with the case. Yet, having happened to be tbe first person to come In on Myrtle Lorrle after the shooting and having been the person In best position to Judge Mrs. Lorries physical and mental condition at the time when the crime had occurred this girl bad not turned against ber but had set herself to help her; when the agent had sent for the police, Agnes Glenelth Glen-elth herself bad summoned, for Mrs. Lorrle, 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 Myr-tle'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 recol-lection of what recently bad happened?" hap-pened?" "No. She was both confused and contradictory. I found her In a state of of shock. Of extreme shock." "Thank you." snld 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. prosecu-tion. He retreated to his own table, that of the defense, whereat Mrs. Lorrle all the time had been seated, and he dropped npon a chair beside his client. Myrtle tnrned to blm, and he nodded to her almost absently ab-sently ; be touched, reassuringly, the Impulsive hand she stretched toward him ; then turned and wntchedJS'or-dell wntchedJS'or-dell as he came to his feet for the cross-examination. Cathal Jerked forward to the edge of his chair; he kept his hnnds relaxed, but he felt as If with fists clenched ready to fight fight as he hnd never fought before If the prosecutor "tore Into ber" as hi-could. hi-could. 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