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Show THE PUBLICAN, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH, SUNDAY, APRIL 2, HERALD-R- E .,' Ma Vv .W a ft S vS 'fiiw.iir i3 By FREDERICK LEWIS, 191G uj Zy W U t i j Author of "What Happened to Mary ...... w.w a ........ Mil , v i y Pictures by LJ O Each Chapter Shown in Pictures at the Isis Theatre on Tuesdays in the Proper Order had let oov-- had a sort or a s7ing at the end of 1t. and he made the girl sit in that, then he whistled again and the other man pulled her up and she disappeared In a winder." "What did the man do?" "He waited till she was gone, then he went on down the street and round the corner. Then I saw Denny comln up the other way and I went to meet him, and I found he'd been watchln too. That was why I couldn't see him when I come to the gate." "That is all. thank you, Miss O'Neill,"' said Langdon; but the Judge leaned forward with an arresting gesture. "And having seen all this," he said harshly, "didn't you read the papers the next morning? Didn't you "see that a girl was missing, or connect her In any way with the occurrences you had witnessed?" "Well, I ain't sayin' but what I had my suspicions," she admitted readily. "Then why didn't you tell someone?" "Huh!" she retorted. "And let that ould divil of a Mrs. Watson know I was meetln' Denny and maybe givln' him a bite, and lose me Job? I guess n Copyright, 1315, by McClure Publications. SYNOPSIS. dis-appe-ir- ed kilpthe latter. CHAPTER XI. In the Alley. - room, like an strange AIVITNnsS its enforced Intimacy, and also lias this in common with the great ships, that those who come on deck only toward the close of a stormy rassage, find themselves unreasonably ostracized by their fellow prssengers who have been daily sharing the excitement of the voyage. Thus the three newcomers anions the witnesses in the trial of Mary Page were left sitting primly on a bench close to the floor while the Incongruous but friendly croup of those who had already testified stood near the window. The trio themselves were oddly conglomerate a burly man in what were obviously bis best clothes, with a collar a size too small and a buxom woman whosa flushed face looked out from under a marvellous purple bonnet. Her hands were encased in very held large white cotton gloves and she conback her skirts aggressively from tact with the short and elaborate gown wog of the man whose face was pasty with powder and hard with rouge. Allof the witnesses, for that matter, from" the little bell-ho- p to Mrs. Page herself, surveyed this last comer with disapproval; and Amy declared succinctly that if "Mr. Langdon put THAT on the witness stand it would be GOOD NIGHT'" Langdon, however, greeted her with a warmth that more than overbalanced their chilliness, and his welcome to the other man and woman was equally enthusiastic. To him, the presence of these three was a triumph. It meant that he had succeeded where the police had failed, and that he had still another surprise to spring- upon the Jury in this most astounding trial. Some hint cf all this crept into his tone lending It a new, almost boyish rote, when, at the beginning of the day's proceedings., he rose and said: "Your Honor, and Gentlemen of the Jury: Ever since the beginning of this trial one point has remained a mystery. The state has admitted its inability to offer evidence on this mooted subject, and therefore I crave the indulgence of the court to digress from direct proceedings this morning, to show you where and how Mary rage spent those hours between the death of David Tollock and her surrender to the law on the following morning!" ' What!" The startled exclamation was wrung Involuntarily from the District Attorney aa he half rose from his chair, but It was drowned In the stir of excitement that swept through the entire room. For this had indeed been a mooted question and a decidedly ore point with the Prosecutor tho whereabouts of Mary during those hours Immediately' following the murder. over-dresse- tired-lookin- d, - k I set up every night till "Now, Kate," Langdon's voice was very friendly, almost coaxing. In fact, "I. want you to tell me if you ever went out into the alley or street that ran late at back of the boarding-hous- e night." "Go on wid you!" she retorted, bridling. "Didn't I tell you that?" "I know you told me, but I want you to tell the court. You had a friend who was watchman for the block, didn't you? Denny by name." "He was not me friend, he was me finance!" she responded with dignity. "And some nights when It would be cold, and I had made mysel a sup of hot tea or maybe coffee, I would take a bit out to Denny. It's weary work watching houses in the dark." "Of course your mistress knew nothing of this?" "Sure, and what would I tell that ould snoopin' divil for? It weren't none of her business!" "On the night when David Tollock was shot in the Hotel Republic, you had been up late, had you not?" "Yes, sor. I had set the dough for bakin', and seein' as how the fire was hot, I thought I'd fix up a.bite for Denny when he made his rounds." "Will you tell us please, what you saw when you went to the back gate with the er bite for Dennis?" "Well, then, it was this way. I shlipped out and opened the gate. Just a bit at a time, for sometimes it would get the ould Nick in it and squeak fer all the lard we put on it, and I took a look out fer Denny. There was a man standin in the shadows so near I could have put my hand on him, but I knows it wasn't my man by reasoiuof the nar-rshoulders, so I stood waitin fer him to move on." "Did he seem to be watching for anyone?" "Yes, sor. He was starin up at the Hotel Republic, and I thought he was watchln a man who was on the Then I. decided It weren't a man I saw, but Just a shadder, and suddenly a young lady, all dressed up climbs out of a winIn evenln'-clothe- s, and der and starts down the the man says. 'Thank Gawd! She was slow enough!'"" "Were you near enough to recognize the young lady?" "Not then, no sor. All I could see was the shimmer of her dress and the light on her face when she passed the winders. ' She was walkin kind of queer and unsteady, like as though she might have been drunk or sick, and when she reached the street she Just stood there dazed. She had no coat nor hat and she was draw-iher breath like a bit of a childer that's been cry- cake-baki- Mary Pa ire, art res. Is accused of the munler of DavM Pollock and Is defended by her lover. Thilip Lar.sdon. Pollock was Intoxicated. At Mnry's trial she admit she had the revolver. J lor maid testifies that Mary threatened Pollock with it previously, and Mary's leading: man Implicates I,anKtton. How Mr.ry from the scene of the crime is a mystery. Jlrandon tell3 of a stranpo hand print h saw on Mary's shoulder. Further evidence sliors that horror of drink produces temporary Insanity In Mary. The defense Is "repressed isyrhosi." Witnesses describe Mary's flight from her Intoxicated father and her father's suicide. Nurse Walton describes the kidnaping of Mary by I'oMock ar.d Amy Barton tells of Mary's struggles to become an actress and Pollock's 'pursuit of her. There Is evidence that Daniels." Mary's manager, threatened Pollock. Mary faints on the stand and again goes insane when a policeman offers her whisky. Daniels testifies that Pollock threatened to kill Mary and Larval on and actually attempted to n, 'most cock-crow- ." "Then why." persisted his Honor, "have you told now?" . "Sure, and it's me that's beln' married this week, yer Honor, and I'm after lavin Mrs. Watson last Saturday," she said amid a stifled gale of mirth from spectators and Jury alike. Even the prosecutor smiled, waiving his right to cross examine, for the moment at least; and Langdon, with a cheery and encouraging nod towards n' they're raidln Barker's.' 'Barker's?' says he, as if he'd never heard of the place. I I thought the trouble was in the hotel. I I heard a shot.' 'Then,' says I, 'you've got one on me, fer with all these auttymobiles hangin' about, the man that kin tell" a bullet from a tire has some ears.' 'You're right,' says he, 'it was probably a tire.' And he laughs; then he slunk away, as if he didn't like the perlice even if they weren't doin anything but raid a gam-blin' Joint." "Can you describe that man?" "No. He was kind of fattish, and ' ( J V r ;'"". r' jt ' x "Yes, I'd a seen anybody comin from i court, and the Prosecutor sat down, far either end of the street. I alius could more discomfited than he would admit. as plain." "One moment," Langdon swung about to the court clerk. "Read out the testimony of Kate O'Neill beginning with the question, 'Did he seem to be watching for someone?'." " 'Question: Did he seem to be Answer: watching for someone?' 'Yes, sir. He was staring up at the Hotel Republic, and I thought he was watching a man who was on the fire escape. Then I decided it wasn't a man that I saw but Just a shadow, and suddenly a young lady all dressed up in " "That will do, thank you," interrupted Langdon. "Now, Mr. Gallagher, if that was a man whom Miss O'Neill saw on the would you have seen him corns down?" "No, sor. I wasn't lookin' at the hotel." "But that is the one place he could have come from when he Joined you, isn't it?" ' "No, sor. There's a servants entrance to the hotel. Just under the fire escape. He might have been someone from the hotel.". "Did ho look like a waiter?- - What sort of a siit did he have on?" "A check one, sor, and a red tie." "Did you see anyone else whjle you were standing there?" "Yes, sor. Me and Katie saw some people put their heads out of a windy in the hotel, then presently a police- fire-escap- dering in and bullying. His respect for Langdon not only as a man but as a lawyer was growing, and in the back Of his mind there hovered a blnrk phantom the mysterious man in the checked suit who had been in the alley. Had Langdon this man up his sleeve? He frowned and shifted the papers on his desk uneasily, then looked up with a start of surprise as the door of the witness-rooopened to admit the flamboyantly gowned woman, with the hard and tired eyes. She gave her name as Agnes Keenan, but when the question came as to her occupation, she stared straight ahead of her with a sort of grim humor, then shrugged her thin shoulders. "None," she said with the imitation of an English accent. "I live on my income." The crowd grinned, but Langdon flushed, and his voice was a little hard as he said quietly: "I am sorry, Miss Keenan, to have to ask you such a question, but were you not an occupant of a cel in the Fiftieth Street police station on the of the raid of Barker's gambling night rooms?" "I was." Her tone was more now. "I had failed to come across,quiet and having had a drop too much I sassed the sergeant, and he locked me up to 'cool off'." "Had j'ou a cell to yourself?" "Well, at first I thought it was a private room, but a little later they shoved a girl in." "Was that girl the defendant Mary t Page?" "It was. But she looked some different then. She was all dolled up in an evening gown, and hadn't even a cloak. I wondered what was up and tried to make her talk, but she seemed looney. I thought it was the d. t.'s at first, but when I found out she was plain batty, I got scared and called the guard. But he only cussed me out, so I got hold of her hands and tried to make her stop crying in that queer fashion. After a bit she began to talk. It was incoherent at first, about Dave, and the big house, and she wasn't Sadie or Maggie. Then she seemed to come to herself and asked who I was and where she was." "Did she remain sane and conscious m e, , vaW ' fire-esca- fire-esca- ' r" A - 'iJft' toPM'. If. . fas pe. ' sf .vsV;w ' W ' i J yf- " - if f S it ...... i sL PS-Si-- ' . ! a - y?s'?i 1 e's i 3 1 r. n "Did the man who was waiting speak to her?" have "Yes. He said, "Where In r. a I been waiUn been? good you "And believe me, this alley Is no cozy corner to lounge in." But the girl didn't answer her. She Just leaned against a wall and moaned like. At that be took hold of her arm and shook it and told her not to git cold feet, that ho had It all fixed to git her away safe. He called her. Sadie, but she didn't seem to recognize the name and she wouldn't go with him. Then he took hold of her and dragged her along right past me, so near I could have touched her." "Were you close enough to recognize j. i . half-hou- V 4. 4 '.! OF URBAN TREES. Ar- The elm is essentially a self sufficient tree. It does not thrive in groves. It has a'standard type of its own, and. it either attains this type or is lost to view. The elm which conies to maturity is usually the one which has lodged in a favored spot where there Is no competition, such as a rivet meadow, where the spring freshets have dropped the seed on fertile soil and the roots can get down to water. We all know the type, the noble trunli of massive girth tapering very gradually upward to the first spring of branches and then dissolving into those branches as a water jet might dissolve in many upward and out curving streams till the whole is lost in the spray of the foliage. Like many othei trees that grow alone, it develops an exquisite symmetry. But with the elm this symmetry is not only one of general contour, but of individual limbs. Not only is the silhouette symmetrical, but the skeleton also, branch balancing branch. That is what gives it Its remarkable fitness to comport with architectural lines, with geometrically designed vistas. It has a formal structure and a consequent dignity which make it the logical shade for a village street, a chapel, a library, the scholarly procession in cap and gown. Add to that dig. nity its arched and airy lightness and its splendid size and you have the king of urban trees. Walter Prichard Eaton in Century. MARK A TWAIN'S PILOT DAYSi Taste For Fine Clothes and Plung Into Languages. Old pilots of that day remembered Samuel Clemens as a slender, fine looking man, well dressed, even dandified, generally wearing blue serge, with fan. cy shirts, white duck trousers and patent leather shoes. A pilot could dc that, for his surroundings were speck-less- . The pilots regarded, him as a great after that?" "Not at first. She'd ramble, then she reader a student of history, travels talked sanely. Finally she quieted and the sciences. In the association down, and when I said that I was sure rooms they often saw him poring over to off In pe inV KII.'G when I stood at the gate with Katie, It wras such a simple subterfuge. The fer there's a big arc light they have to back gate peddler with his packet of Qualities That Adapt the Elm to chitectural Surroundings. pass under and you can see them plain gossip and the police of course blun er '4 first thing the morning, get she asked me if I would take a note to her lawj'er. And I said I would." "Did you ask her her name?" "No." She smiled a little, half whimsically, half bitterly, "it ain't etiquette to ask names under the circumstances, but I said as it was the first time.e best thing to do was to say nothing till she had a lawyer to do the talking for her." "Whom was thenote she gave you addressed to?" The question seemed to surprise her. "Why, you know " she stammered, then laughed, "Gee, I forgot. I'm tellin the court. The note was addressed, to Mr. Philip Langdon and I took it straight to him. Then him and me beat it back to the police station and he had a conference with the Magistrate. Then he shook my hand and thanked me like a gentleman, and that's all." "One moment, Miss Keenan. You say that Miss Page would become sane, and then would lapse into delirium again. Did she mention any particular incident or ask you any strange questions?" "Yes. Once she said, 'He acts funny for. a man who has just put on a successful play. Then suddenly she sat up and grabbed me and cried, "Was it blood or was it just a red necktie I saw It Ana I said, you saw it where?' And she said sane as she could be, 'It was the other man outside I couldn't see his face just the Then she began to cry and red went off again into delirium, or whatever you call it. Next time she opened her eyes, she asked if I knew whether Dave Pollock wasjdead or if she had dreamed it, and I said.so far as I knew Dave was about the livest thing I'd ever bumped against in this old town. Then she sighed like a kid and wrent to sleep, but "when she woke up she seemed to know he was dead." "Did she make any other mention of the man with the red tie?" "No. When I asked her, she said it was a blur, but it would come back to her she was sure of that. Someone else would have seen it tod." "That is all " began Langdon, and broke off in astonishment. There was a commotion in the back of the room and a man stood up, raising one hand as if about to speak. His face was ashy, his jaw dropped. Then as suddenly as he had arisen he dropped back out of sight into his chair. It was Daniels. To be continued. serious books. He began the study of French one day in New Orleans when he discovered a school of languages where French,. German and Italian were taught, one iiiN each of three rooms. The price was $25 for one language or three for $50. The student was provided with a set of conversation cards for each and was supposed to walk from one apartment to another, changing his nationality at each threshold. The young pilot, with his usual enthusiasm, invested In all three languages, but after a few round trips decided that French would do. He did not return to the school, but kept the cards and added textbooks. lie stud- led faithfully when off watch and in port, and his old river notebook, still preserved, contains a number of advanced exercises neatly written out. Albert Bigelow Taine in St. Nicholas. FIX HIS NAME AND FACE. 4 t V 3 her then?" "Yes, sor." "Was it the defendant, Mary Page?" "It was, sor. Though she looked terrible sick and different, and there was an awful lookin bruise on her shoulder like somebody had hurt her bad." "Could you see where they went?" "Yes, sor. Sure and I slipped out the gate and followed them a bit to see where they would go. But they stopped Just beyond me on the alley and the man gives a whistle. Just three notes., like it might have been the echo "Missrage." continued Langdon of the band at the hotel, but somebody when the Judge's gavel had restored was listenin' for it, and I heard a wincider, "did not herself know exactly der go up in one of the houses across what was happening. As always fol- the way. "At that the man sings out in a lows an attack of repressed psychosis, was like that whisper, 'I got Sadie down here, let it the mind of the sufferer Then I saw something out a of of ether a down quick patient coming flash of recollection and a stretch of comln down like a bit of white on the blank unconsciousness; therefore, it Is end of a rope, and I could hear It slap, not until now that I have succeeded In slappin' the side of the house as it piecing together the story of that hit." "Could you see what it was?" night, and I shall call as my first wit"Not then, sor, except that it was ness. Kate O'Neill Kate proved to be the buxom woman something on the end of a rope." "Did the man say anything that you In the purple bonnet w ho gave her age and her could hear, to the girl Miss Page?" as "round about thirty-five- " "Yes. lie said. 'Larry Is up there. occupation as "a cook, and a good one" to the delighted amusement of the He's all right, but don't blab too much, and don't give him a peep at the shinspectators. "Miss O'Neill." said Langdon after ers. Keep close till I git back. I won't the preliminary questions, "you say you be long.' At that the girl seemed to ore a cook. Where were you last em- wake up, as if she was comln out of a dream, and she clutched at his arm ployed?" boardln'-hovs- e of Mrs. Wat- and began to cry, 'Dave!' she says, "In the And the man he son." she answered with a strong Hi- Dave Pollock!' bernian accent. "And the 'very ould laughs. 'So that's what's eatin' you. Is Civil of a Job it was, too!" it. he says. 'Well, fergit it. My "That Is on the same street as the Gawd, you ain't guilty Just because Hotel Kepublic, is It not?" you was in the hotel. They can't con"Sure! and It's but two doors away, nect it up with you. I give you my and what wid the dancin and the mu-l- c word.' 'Oh. thank God, ttmnk God!' goin on there, and the phonygraph she whispers, and begins to cry harder at the Club back, 'tis never a quiet than ever, and the man shook her moment we had the whole night again. 'Cut out the water works. he says angrily, 'and get into this seat, through." "But your duties at the boarding-hous- e unless you want the bulls to pull you kept you up pretty late, anyway, in.' " "What did he mean by 'this seat'? didn't they?" Could an did then. with What you see?" "Sure, they bot bread two days a week, and me "Yes, sor. The rope that the man !- not!" posted in the alley. First off, I sez, he's a plain clothes man. Then I looks at his feet and I says nix, he's a gumshoe crook, and then the girl comes down the fire escape." "When the girl had disappeared Into Barker's, what did you do?" "I Joined Katie and says to her, said I, 'It's golnMo be a big night, and that girl has Jumped out of the fryin'-pa- n into the fire. And begorra, sor, I'd no more than said it, then I heard the signal blow and saw the bluecoats march-iup the alley and across the street at the end surroundln' the place. 'Good night to Barker's,' says I; and we watched 'em batter in the door and march up stalrs.. It was then that I felt the other man tuggln at me arm." "The other man?" It was more an exclamation than a question and Dennis nodded. "Sure the feller that had been stand-I- n some place In the shadows. 'Wot are the perlice after?' he says all hoarse like. 'Who are they lookin fer the girl? 'Not on your life,' says I,' "SHE WAS ALL DOLLED UP." "WAS THAT GIRL MARY PAGE?" Mary, galled the second of his three short. He looked like the sort of a new witnesses: feller that hits 'em up considerable, but ' I. didn't take "Dennis Gallagher." particular notice, sor." O'Neill Miss "Did and to remain in have you Denny, whose, collar seemed shrunk to even more torturing tight- the alley after he had gone?" ness during the interim of waiting, "Yes, for the police had run up the took his place on the stand with a face shades arid we could see right into the hue of his fiancee's bonnet, and Barker's place. Then I seen the girl cleared his throat noisily between each sentence as if the linen band about his neck were somehow pressing his vocal chords. lie was, he admitted, a private watchman who had most" of the block near the Hotel Republic, and he usually paid a visit to the back gate of the once or twice Watson boarding-hous- e course his of rounds. the during He verified all that the buxom cook had already told, since he himself had watched proceedings from a dark corner a little further along the alley, but his account was amplified and more definite as to detail. "Did you." asked Langdon, "know who resided in the house into which the girl was lifted by means of the rqpe swing?" "I did, sor," he answered. "It was Barker's, the gamblin place, you know, sor. They kep it dark in the back and in the front, but It was bright enough inside, begorra." "Wer you watchman for that building?" "No, s,or. They had their own man to keep an eye out for the bulls, but it was that very night they were pulled. Tim, the policeman at the corner, had wised me up to it only an hour before. " 'Stick around, Denny,' says he, 'there'll be big doin's soon. They're goln to raid Barker's,' sez he, 'and Iil bet we pull a few big bugs, or my name Is mud.' "So I was kind of hangin' around waitin' when I see this other fellow again." "Do you mean Miss Page?" "Ys, sor; leastwise, I suppose it was her. She was standin' with her hands over her face, and one of the policemen Jerks 'em down and turns tov another one and says, says he, 'Is this the girl?' I could hear plain even down in the street, but the other bull seemed puzzled. 'It looks like it might be,' he says, 'especially the glad rags, but she ain't got Maggie's ear marks.' Then he grabs the girl by the arm and says, Wot's your name?' But she didn't answer, just moans, and at that he laughs and says, 'Play in dumb, eh? Same old game. Now I'm dead sure are Maggie Hale that bums around the restaurants and hooks the suckers. Well, if you won't talk to us, you can tell it to the Judge. And with that he marches her away where we'couldn't see her." "Just a minute, Mr. Gallagher," interrupted Langdon. "Let's return to that fattish man in the alley. Did he come up the street with the police?" "No,' sor. He was alongside o me by that: time." "Then he came from the other end of the street?" Dennis scratched his head. "Not as I seen, sor," he admitted. "Would you have seen him had he come from the corner beyond the Hotel Republic?" Langdon's voice was vibrant with eager excitement and the u spirit of it swept through the courtroom in a shivering whisr"" man starts , down the fire escape and Katie says, says she, 'Let's get in the kitchen; I don't want to be mixed up in this.' And I says, 'Me neither. Besides, a sup of hot coffee will set me up after the excitement'; so we went in." "That is all, thank you. Mr. Gallagh- er." But now the Prosecutor was on his feet. "Mr. Gallagher," he said sharply, "having seen all this, didn't you realize that you should have testified to it the police?" "J. didn't connect it with the murder of this man Pollock," said Gallagher in some indignation. "And I took it for granted the police had got all the evidence they wanted on Barker's place." "And may one ask," said the prosecutor with honied sweetness, "just what influence was brought to bear to make you tell this story today?" "Well, you see,'' said Gallagher, scenting no sarcasm or coercion, "it was like this; When the police come to the house Katie gits mad at their questions and she says she was abed and asleep. Then a few days ago along comes a young feller selling a thing to lift the covers off of bilin' pots. He came to the back gate and he talks to Kate, till she says she don't be wantin one, because she's leavin of a Saturday to git married. Then he kids her a bit about he bets she's marrjin a policeman, so she tells him --who I am. Then he gits talkin about this affair, and he has the night's doin's so mixed up Kate she corrects him. He bets her a hat she's wrong; she says she kin prove it all by me. And so she does; but then another young feller comes around and says as how we can help a young lady and clear up a lot of trouble If we tell it in court. And begorra, Kate got her hat at that!" A shout of laughter rang through the be-foi- . -e Recipe of a Politician For Remembering His Acquaintances. In the American Magazine a writer says: "My acquaintance was large, and I was not only embarrassed, but annoyed and hurt, by my failure to remember much more prominent men. "One day in a hotel lobby a member of congress from my state, who had been in congress for ten years, spoke to me heartily, and as I shook hands with him I committed the unpardonable error of asking him who he was. He happened, to be a man of good sound common sense, as well as a good politician, and bere ts what he said to me, after he led me away to a seclud- ed corner: " 'Remembering new acquaintances is a habit quite easily formed. There are 14,000 voters in my district, and s I can speak to of them by their first names. Ordinarily, when you are introduced to a man or when you see him at a distance, you hear his name, but your mind is on something else. When his name is pronounced to me I have firm grip on bis hand and' am looking at the color of his ej'es with my whole power of mind focused on that one combination of name and face. If the thing is done faithfully there is not one chance in a hundred that anything can blot out the memory Bullfighters Afraid of Cows. Most Spanish bullfighters object to In ten years.' " , fighting cows. The average toreador is sincerely afraid of a cow. And he Pencil and Notebook. has good reason. The cows of the There is a satisfaction and a very half wild breed used for the arena are certain educational value as well in bemuch quicker in their movements than ing able to record one's impressions by are the bulls. Their horns are more rough notes and sketches and to show pointed and more formidable. They others one's ideas in the same manner. do not lower their heads to the ground, Every boy, even though he possesses shut their eyes and charge like a loco- no talent whatever for drawing, may motive upon the rails, but are alert and learn to roughly sketch an outline if he ready, to follow every movement of properly develops a simple sense of their persecutors. Exchange. proportions. The noting of interesting facts, read over often more than once Sounds Same. later, fixes them in the memory 'and is "Did that actress actually swoon?" good practice in expression if one trios "No. child. That was only a feint." constantly to set forth these notes Baltimore 'American. clearly and correctly. Try it. -- i four-fifth- |
