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Warren had been strolling .around
the lobby of the Alpine Hotel for
nearly ten minutes and still there
were no signs of Helen.
"I never knew a woman to keep an
appointment yet," he growled, sav
agely, as he pulled out his watch for
the third time in exactly three min
utes. And then Helen hurried in and
looked hastily around the room.
"Dear, I'm sorry to be late," she
apologized, as Warren glared at her,
but Mrs. Stevens came in just before
I left, and do you know, she and Mr.
Stevens have quarreled!''
"Huh," said Warren, skeptically, as
they stepped out on Broadway, "don't
see how they managed to get along as
far as they have without some kind
of a fracas. She never did know how
to handle Stevens. Now, have you any
Idea of where you want to go for your
suit? I'm not going to walk up and
down Broadway all afternoon with
out some idea in mind!"
"Oh, yes, dear, we'll go right to
Ardman's first, a%d then if we don't
see anything there, we can go some
where else afterward."
"Well, this isn't a shopping tour,
you know," grumbled Warren. "I said
I'd come down and look at suits, but
I didn't promise to. raid every store in
New York."
Helen wisely kept Still. She knew
that Warren was right, for shopping
for bargains was a besetting sin with
her, and there was no need of starting
an argument before they hud looked
at anything.
"Where are the suits?" said Warren
as they entered the elevator, "ladles'
suits," added Helen timidly.
In the Suit Department
"Third," said the elevator hoy as
the door clanged, and a moment later
they were walking through the suit
department.
"Something in suits, madam?" And
a tall, blonde saleswoman walked up
to them, modishly attired in black
charmeuse. "For yourself? Right
this way. Had you anything particu
lar In mind?"
"Why, no, I hadn't decided on any
thing, but I thought I'l like to try
something in gray."
put in Warren ,"you know
gray has never been becoming to you;
you haven't color enough to wear it.
Why not stlclc to blue? I always said
you looked better in that than in any
thing else you ever tried to wear."
"Oh! but dear, I had a blue suit
just last Spring, and I just bought that
blue dress when Louise was married.
I don't want too many blue things,
and gray is so lovely for traveling."
"Well, have your own way. I don't
see what you brought me with you
for, anyway."
Helen sighed, and then the sales
woman came back with several suits
flung over her arm.
"How would you like something
like this?" holding up a pale gray
model with a peach-colored lining.
The skirt .was elaborately draped, and
If Helen had been going to buy a suit
for afternoon teas alone it would have
been charming.
Warren said nothing as Helen stole
a glance at him. "Oh, nothing so
elaborate. I want something thai T
can use for traveling purposes. iTiat
light color would soil very easily."
"Would you care for anything in
this new shade of tango, madam? We
are selling a great deal of it this sea
son. Slip on the coat and see if you
like the color."
Helen slipped her arms Into the
coat obediently. The eolor was lovely,
but still hardly practicable for what
she wanted.
"Would you care for a suit of this
color, Warren, or do you think I'd be
foolish to get anything so extreme?"
"The skirt is beautiful," went on
the saleswoman; "it has one of the
new Russian tunics. Would you like
to slip it on?"
"What do you think, Warren?" said
Helen again, eyeing the skirt doubt
fully.
"Well, if you're asking me, I don't
care for the color and I don't like
the way it's made. Reminds me of
the suit Nora got this Spring."
~ "Ah, but, dear, this is an expensive
model. Nora's suit isn't anything
like this- You just think so on ac
count of the color."
"Well, you asked mc, didn't you?
Now get what you like and leave me
out of It if you object to a little hon
est criticism."
"Here is something very different,"
sad the saleswoman, holding up the
coat of a dark blue suit. "Perhaps
i your husband would liko something
more quiet," and she deftly slipped
off the tango-colored coat and substi
tuted the blue.
"There, that's something liko it,"
said Warren approvingly, "I told you
that blue was your color. Why insist
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upon setting another color simply be
cause it's in style, when it looks like
the deuce on you!"
Helen twisted and turned before
the glass. The suit was of dark blue
serge, and the Coat was short and was
lined and faced with striped Roman
silk in blue and green and red. It
had a standing collar and flaring cuffs
and was altogether quite ultra fash
ionable.
"Lot fhe see the skirt,' said Helen
finally. "Oh, this has one of those
Russian tunics, too, hasn't it? Don't
you think the model is rather ex
treme, dear, to buy so late in the
season? They won't be wearing these
Russian tunics in the Kail!"
'Oh, pardon me. madam, but they
will. We have sold any number of
them lately for steamer suits, and a
number of the early Fall models are
made with the Russian tunic. The
style is too popular to go out so
soon."
| "The skirt Is rather nice, isn't it,
dear? I like the blue serge tunic
with the Roman silk underskirt. Have
you anything like this in dark gray?"
"Now, Helen, you don't want a gray
suit. This suit is just the thing for
what you want it. Why don't you
tako it and come on?"
"Let me slip the skirt on, madam;
I don't think you'll need any altera
tions. We're really not selling any
gray suits to speak of Just now, ex
cepting for more elaborate wear, and
then the color comes lighter like the
one I showed you. There," hooking
the skirt down the side, "I don't think
you'll need anything at all done to
this, everything is worn so loose just
now. Now I'll slip on the coat again
and you can get the entire effect."
"Yes, It is becoming," admitted
Helen. "Are you sure you like it,
dear, or would you rather look some
where else before deciding?"
"What do you want to look some
where else for? isn't that just like
a woman; that's the suit you want.
1 Why not get it, and have it done
with?"
"How much is It?" asked Helen,
realizing for the first time that the
suit might cost a great deal more
than they might want to pay.
"Seventy-five dollars, and cheap
at that. Why, there Isn't another suit
like in in New York city."
A 111k Price
"Oh, but I don't want to go as high
as that, I had planned on buying a
suit for about SSO. You see it's so
late In the season, and in the Fall I'll
need a new one. Oh, I think I'll look
at something cheaper."
"Now, what's the matter?" said
Warren impatiently.
"Why, I think $75 is too much to
pay this time of the year for a suit of
this kind, don't you, dear? Hadn't
we batter look at something cheaper?"
"If you like the suit, get it, and
come on. What's the use of haggling
about the price? You'd probably
have to pay as much in the end to
get what you want."
"But I'd rather get a cheaper suit
and spend the rest on something else."
"That's right, just like a woman;
have the suit sent up and come on.
I'm hungry."
"All right, you can send the suit,"
turning to the saleswoman. "Curtis,"
Mrs. Warren Curtis; Yes, charge it,
please."
"Well, now that's settled." said
Warren, as they hurried toward the
elevator. "You see, you bought a
blue suit after all; it pays to get some
thing you really like. Now what are
you stopping for?"
Helen had stopped at the shirtwaist
counter and had picked up a filmy
blouse.
"Do you mind waiting just a mo
ment, dear? 1 need a couple of shirt
waists, and they are having a sale
here to-day."
"I came out to buy a suit," said
Warren determinedly, "and that's all
we're going to do to-day. You can
come down for those gewgaws some
other time."
"But the sale only lasts one day;
to-morrow I'll have to pay more for
the same thing."
"Yes, that's what soyu say, and
that's the way you women shop. I
don't care if you have to pay twice
as much, I'm through for to-day."
Helen tried to keep up with War
ren's long strides as they hurried to
ward the subway, but he was not in
clined for conversation as they were
whirled away uptown.
"Here, read the funny sheet and
don't bother me," he growled, hand
ing the part of an evening paper.
"That's the last shopping tour you get
me on in some time. I'm tired."
And Helen bent over the newspaper
in silence wondering vaguely if she
wouldn't regret having bought the blue
suit after all.
Copyright, 1913, by Little. Brown • Coaptny
CHAPTER 111.
"Murder in the second degree."
WHERE It required three months
to bring about a mistrial tor
a murderous young million
aire in this same vilely kept
building, with Its horde of Idling polit
ical appointees, it required only three
hours to dlßpose of the case of this
pale country boy facing a hurried aud
Impatient Judge and a sleepy jury.
In those three hours Kearney, the
man from had his wit
nesses present the case for the state.
The three men from Hell's ' Kitchen
told of seeing the prisoner lu. king in
that neighborhood. lie was In the
company of two yeggnien. The police
man who arrested him told of his at
tempted escape after the vault of the
bank was blown with nitroglycerin.
Garrett then learned why the expert
was brought Into the case. The ex
pert qualified as such in a brief direct
examination. He identified a heavy
iron wrench handed him by the pros
ecutor as one of the tools found In the
kit taken from the prisoner.
"You made a careful examination of
this implement, did you not?" asked
the assistant district attorney.
"I did."
"Tell the jury what you fouud there."
"I found a spot about two Inches long
by a half inch wide and by laboratory
tests found it to be a spot of human
blood."
"What else did you find?"
"I dusted the wrench with a white
powder and found the prints of a
thumb and two fingers."
The prosecuting attorney placed the
wrench in evidence as Exhibit A and
then offered as Exhibit B an enlarged
photograph of the prints found upon it.
"I offer you for identification this
document, which is the Bertfllon rec
ord of the accused taken at police
headquarters folk lg his arrest,"
Bald the prosecutor.
The expert examined it.
"What do you find in this record
that bears upon the case before us?"
"The thumb print and the prints of
the index and middle fingers of the
right hand in this record are the same
prints shown upon the wrench with
the spot of blood."
"That is all,'' said the prosecutor,
with a smile and an air of triumph.
He was young and eager for a record
of convictions. He looked significantly
toward the jurors as if to say, "It is
now up to you, gentlejnen, to send the
prisoner to the chair."
This trump card of the police brought
to James Montgomery a realization of
the utter hopelessness of his plight, and
his face became a chalky white. Death
In the electric chair was before him.
He was but a boy, and his patient, old
mother was sitting beside him, her
hand clasping his.
Fortunately she could not compre
hend what was going on. She had
never heard of the Bel'tillon system.
Montgomery choked back the sobs of
despair that kept rising in his throat
and returned the pressure of his moth
er's hand.
The witnesses for the defense were
put on in quick order. They told in
homely language what they knew of
the accused. He had been a faithful
gon and the support of his mother. He
was working as an apprentice machin
ist in a factory in Nyack when hard
times caused the factory to close.
Work was scarce and he had left
home to seek employment in the city.
The mother took the stand. She
turned in the cliair and looked to,the
judge appealingly, as a wounded bird
would look up to the bough from which
It had fallen.
"Just tell the jury about your boy,"
eaid Garrett, standing and twirling a
heavy gold wateh charm.
"My son was born in the cottage in
which I now live near Nyack"— she
began.
"You must speak louder," the Judge
Instructed.
She finally raised her voice arid told
her 4 story. The mother love sang in
every word she uttered; it glistened
with the soft light of holy candles in
her faded eyes, and it fairly trembled
forth from her fragile body as she told
of the life of her only child and of
their mutual struggle.
"It is not in the nature of my son to
harm any one," she started to say, as
her story drew to a close. The young
prosecutor popped from his chair as if
a powerful spring had been released
beneath him.
"I object!" he cried wrathfully. "I
ask the court to have that remark
stricken out as Irrelevant, incompetent
and immaterial. It Is not evidence."
• "Gentlemen of the jury," said the
court, after rapping with his gavel,
"you are instructed to pay no attention
to the remarks just made by the wit
ness. They are not in the nature of
evidence, and they are ordered stricken
from the records."
Being only the mother of the pris
oner, her frail body having brought
him into the world, Mrs. Montgomery's
opinion of him had no value in court.
There was no place in the trial for an
account of maternal trust and love-
Garrett took her from the stand, th«
prosecuting attorney declining, with an
air of scorn, to cross examine her.
The prisoner was then sworn. Ht
had spent nearly a month in the Tombs
waiting trial, and the prison pallor, the
ghastly yellow tinge that would make
a saint look like n convict, was upon
him. The spectacle of his little mother
on the stand had shaken his nerve, and
his hand trembled as he took the Bible
and made his oath. His story was sim
ple enough despite the fiavoc wrought
wltb It by the. distrlct attorney.
When the factory closed he left Ny
ack and came to New York, bringing
his kit of tools with him. He had nev
er heard of the Hell's Kitchen section
and was asking work along Tenth and
Eleventh avenues because factories
were located there. He met a man
who seemed to take an Interest in him.
This man Introduced him to another,
and they bought him his supper at a
restaurant near the river. They told
him tbat they could get him work, but
he would have to work at night. They
looked over his kit of tools, and one of
them admired a steel drill and said It
was a fine <Ae.
"After nightfall," Montgomery told
the jury, "I went with the men a num
ber of blocks east One of them took
my tools and bade me wait, at a corner.
I was beginning to suspect that some
thing was wrong when I heard n dull
explosion as If in a cellar. A minute
after one of the men passed me, run
ning. He dropped the kit of tools and
the wrench. My tools were all that
fitood between me and starvation. If
they were lost I couid not hope to get
work at my trade. I grabbed up the
•wrench, threw it into the bag and
started to run away when I was ar
rested."
The cross examination furnished the
young prosecutor with excellent prac
tice in those sophistries supposed to be
necessary in the practice of law. The
boy was as wax in the hands of the
questioner before him. After an hour
of misery and bewilderment he was
excused from the stand.
The court and counsel conferred in
whispers. The arguments followed.
They were brief. While the rules of
evidence would not permit the mother
of the prisoner to beg for his life and
proclaim her belief in his innocence,
they allowed the prosecutor in his ad
dress to the jury to paint him as a des
perate young thief, crouching in the
dark with a heavy iron wrench uplift
ed and quick to do murder for the sake
of loot.
Garrett's address was short and
weak. His vocabulary was that of
the money hungry lawyer who sits in
a hole in the great city shliffling bonds
and mortgages through his fingers and
always nibbling away at the little
hoardings of ignorant clients. His
sense of humanity and his apprecia
tion of the pity and horror of the
whole drama in which- he was par
ticipating were nil.
The judge's instructions to the jury
were a string of empty words, mouthed
hurriedly and touelessly.
The case was entirely circumstan
tials There was one way for the jury
to avoid the risk of sending an Inno
cent man to his death in the electric
chair. They took it. The clerk order
ed the prisoner to stand and face the
jury and the jury to look upon the
prisoner.
"Gentlemen, have you reached a ver
dict?" asked the cierk.
"We have," replied the foreman.
"We lind the defendant guilty of mur
der in the second degree."
The country people who had jour
neyed to the metropolis to do what
little they could for the widow's sou
took Mrs. Montgomery back with
them. What little brightness of hope
had been within her during the trial
of her boy vanished with his convic
tion.
She had tried the day after the trial
to reach the judge and appeal to him
for mercy and a light sentence, but
the importunings of widows, wives and
children are avoided by the judiciary
as much as possible. The legal repre
sentative of a great banking institu
tion or some mighty estate or corpora
tion has the open sesame to the cham
bers of the men wearing the ermine,
but there is not such a great number
of these and the poor are a mighty
multitude.
At every turn the mother of James
Montgomery met with an obstacle.
She had no "Big Mike" This or "Little
Mike" That, with political power
enough to make a Judge tremble, back
of her. She had no money with which
to allay the itching of the palms of
petty grafters who would sell the right
eous for sliver and the poor for a pair
of shoes, as they have been doing since
Isaiah's time.
[To be Continued.]
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