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WASHINGTON POST PICTORIAL SECTION FIELD, UNIVERSITY OF AT WHICH ONE WORLD'S RECORD AND COLLEGE RECORDS WERE pROKEN THE PENN Left, t- Holden, Ellsworth McMuIIen an wn. They covered the two miles, in 2-5 against record of held by the Oxford-Cambridge "team" WINNER THE BRIGHT OF THE MEET, the left he is shown in the javelin throw MURPHY, OF NOTRE DAME, WINNING THE HIGH JUMP. He cleared six feet two inches. Brown, of Dartmouth, was second, with four tied for third 01 ing in the first heat, was won by Earl Thompson, of Dartmouth, the Olympic, champion to Baker, of. Princeton, who won McMullen, of the Peon team, is passing own, who, facing a twenty-five-yard lead by State, did the.

half in 1:54 and won of the a the new republic practicing starts v. u. OF iSI.R GAMES AT CARLO. Miss Birchenough, of England, patting the shot u. v.

COLUMBIA VARSITY DEFEATS Buffered their second beating in two weeks last Penn in a great race on the Schuylkill flea Co. Oj? A Lydia Muller and Enna a the best in a recent dancing "meet" held by the University jcorum and open to all tepllege, women span morning. After reaching home the night before he had stayed up for four hours working on his address to the jury, though he felt it to be a hopeless task. -And when he did go to bed he, slept fitfully. That was-the explanation of his red eyes and general appearance of dto- comfort as he opened his office door.

He found Miss Venner with her hat and coat still on, gazing at the col corner. "Where's Dan?" demanded stopping short after a glance around. "I don't know." The stenographer turned a troubled countenance on him. "He wasn't here when I came in." She pointed to the cot. "The covers haven't been disturbed.

I guess he didn't sleep here. And the electric lights were all turned on." The lawyer grunted: "Strange. I left him here late last night, and he intended to then. There's no message anywhere?" "No, sir; I looked." Miss Venner appeared to hesitate, then continued: "You don't think--he's done anything, do you, Mr. Leg? He acted queer yesterday.

knoti; he 1 felt responsible, about Mr. Mount Even Mr. Leg who didn't pretend to be a Student of human nature, realized suddenly that the-quiver in the stenographer's voice and the expression in her eyes betokened more than ordinary concern. He crossed over and laid a fatherly hand on her shoulder. "Bon't-you worry, Miss Venner," said he.

has happened to Dan and nothing is likely to happen. He's fully able to lake care of himself, and someone else into the bargain." And then, as Miss Venner caught the significance of his last words and began to flush indignantly, he speedily retreated into the other He looked through the drawers of his desk, thinking Dan might have left a message there, but there was nothing. He glanced at his watch; it was 8:20, and court was to convene at nine. ''I suppose I ought to go over and have a talk with Mount first," he thought as he sat down at his desk and began to stuff some papers portfolio. "Poor devil! Well, we've tried, anyway.

I wonder where the deuce Dan can be? At that, I've got a pretty fair speech here, though I don't suppose do any good. It isn't possible Dan has-gone anywhere after--but there's no use trying to guess." A little later he departed for the courthouse, leaving Miss Venner alone in the office. The door had no sooner, closed behind him than the stenographer rushed to the telephone and asked for a number. "Hello, Mrs. Culp?" she said presently.

"This is Miss Venner, at the I--that is, Mr. Leg wants to speak to isn't didn't he went uptown some time ago, and I thought he might have gone haven't seen him for four I know he has been sleeping in the it's dreadful; I'm so glad it will be over Thank Gulp." Slowly she got up and returned to her own desk, where she sat gazing at the cot in the corner. "I wish Mr. Leg never had got a case," she said aloud vehemently. She took out her embroidery and started to work on it.

The minutes passed draggingly. She felt that an hour must have gone by when the sound of chimes entered at open window. "Good Heavens, it's only 9 o'clock!" she thought. She went to the window and stood for some time looking down into street far below, then returned to her sewing. Suddenly she stopped and gazed in astonishment' at what she had done, then threw the.

thing down on her desk with a gasp of irritation. She had embroidered two whole ffgures on the wrong side ot the cloth. "I don't care!" she snapped. "I don't see how- I can expect myself Sherwas interrupted by the ringing of the telephone bell. She sprang to the instrument.

"Hello." "Hello," came the response. "Is this you, Miss Venner?" "Qh!" The light of joy that leaped into her eyes! "Ob, Dan, it's you!" "Yes." A was indeed Dan's voice, eager and rapid. "Has Mr. Leg gone to court yet?" "Yes, half an hour ago. Where are you?" "Yonkers.

In an automobile. I've got Patrick Cum- rnings." i "No!" i "Yes, I have. Found him at Albany. I got a call at the office last night, and I certainly didn't Jose any time getting Made it in a little over four hours. A fellow napied Saunders, manager of a moving-picture theater, had him locked up in his office.

Saunders was certainly that five thousand, and he deserves I would have been down there when court opened only we were held up near Peekskill for speeding. Fopl policeman wouldn't listen to reason." "Butr Dan, have you really got that Cummings? right one?" "I sure have Listen, Miss Venner, here's what I want you to do. Go over to the courthouse as fast as you can--take a taxi--and tell Mr. Leg I'm coming. Tell him to hold things off--put some more witnesses on, do anything--till I get there.

I'll come as fast as the police will let me." "All right, I'll hurry. Oh, Dan, I'm so glad!" "So am I. Good-by." Miss Venner hung up the receiver and sprang to her feet. Her eyes, dancing with excitement, and her flushed and joyous face was good to look'at as she ran to the closet and took down Her coat hat. Of course, she had to examine herself in the" mirror above- the wash-' basin, but nevertheless she was out of the office and on the street in less than five minutes after Dan's last words had come over the wire.

She fountt- a taxi in front of Raoul's and, gave the driver the address of the courthouse; North, they crawled on Broadway; the crowds of huwying-people on the sidewalk, the noise of the traffic, and the.May sunshine, all answered to Miss Venner's mood and made her feel that was a part, and not the least important, of this tmsy world. 7 She leaned and spoke over the chauffeur's shoulder: "I'm in hurry, you know." He nodded and made a quick turn to left to get around a slow-moving trufik. Skilfully and swiftly' he made his way through' Broadway's crowded traffic as far Grand street, -where he turned east, and after that it was Soon he drew up at the entrance of a large, gloomy building whose granite pillars had been blackened-by time. "Thank you, miss," he, touching his cap. as his fare alighted and.

handed him a dollar bill. Inside the courthouse, Miss Venner was forced to ask the way of a uniformed' attendant, who obligingly accompanied her up two flights of stairs and down a long, dark corridor, finally halting before'a pair of double 'swinging doors bearing the inscription-in plain'black tera: "Genera? Sessions, Part VI." "There, you are," said the attendant. Shjtr pushed-the door open and entered. At first she wasflbewUdered by the, unexpected spaciousness of the room as well as the throng ot people--men and women --seated on the benches and. Chairs; but finally she saw Mr.

Leg. He was standing at one end of the attorney's table, listening to to one of his questions from the witness in the chair, who was a young woman in a blue dress. Miss Venner timidly made her way up the aisle, feeling two hundred eyes staring at her, and through' the little swinging gate in front of the public benches. There she halted, hesitating, wondering what would-happen to her she dared interrupt Mr. Leg while he was exr amining a witness.

Finally she sat down at ttis table-, on which were lying some scattered a pencil from her hair, and scribbled a few lines. She walked over and handed the paper to Mr. Leg. He took it with a glance of surprise at finding her motioned her to a chair and she sat down, not ten feet from the prisoner. But she didn't notice that, for she i was busy watching Mr.

Leg-'s face as he read the slip of paper. 'It expressed doubt, stupefaction, incredulous joy; Nils face grew pale at the unexpectedness of it, and he, stood looking at the paper, hardly believing his eyes. "Go on with the witnessjtMr. Leg," came the voice of Judge Manton from "Yes, your honor----what----" the lawyer stammered. "Tnajt is, I'm through with the witness, your honor." The prosecuting attorney bobbed 7 up from his chair to say that he'-would not cross-examine, and sat down Mr.

Leg hastened over to whisper to Miss Venner, pointing to the Slip -at paper: "Is this true, is it "Yes, sh whisfiered bac.k. "He just telephoned from Yonkers. I came right over She was interrupted by the' Voice of Judge "Call your next witness, 'Mr. Leg." He "had just one left--a young woman who; the preceding witness, had known Mrs. Mount during the time she had lived with her husband, and whose function it testify to the prisoner's excellent character during that period and the unfailing fenderness and affection he had shown his wife; even when she had begun to neglect her home.

Mr Leg asked he as long as possible, and he drawled his words. In the past two days he had learned something about the art of killing time, and though the testimony of this particular witness would ordinarily have occupied barely 15 minutes, succeeded in keeping her on the stand almost an hour. Finally he was forced to stop, and the witness'was "Have you any more Witnesses?" asked Judge Manton. Mr. Leg hadn't, but did have Tan idea.

"I wquld like to recall Mount for a few questions, your honor." The judge nodded impatiently, and the prisoner was summoned to the witness Qhair. Mr. Leg began quesjtion- ing hiin concerning the disappearance of his wife four years before. Then he switched to the night of the murder, and once more Mount told-of his entry into the apartment house, of the man he saw in the hall, and of the finding of his wife's body. This consumed same time, until finally interruption came from Judge Manton: "This has all been over before, Mr.

Leg.tf "Yes, your honor, I 'The lawyer stopped and turned. His ear sound of the almost noiseless-opening of the swinging door of the Every eye in the room followed the direction of his gaze, and what they saw was the entrance of a little, gray-haired man with a scraggly mustache, followed by a 20-year-old youth? who had a firm grip on the other's arm Mr, Leg turned to address the court: "I am throijgh with the -witness Again he was interrupted, this time by a cry of amazement from the lips of the gray-haired man who had just entered. There was an instant commotion; the spectators rose to their feet and craned their necks to see the man "who had uttered the cry, and who was now saying to the youth:" "You didn't tell me--you didn't tell me The of Judge, Manton had turned pale with irritation at this disorder in his court. He rapped on the desk with his gavel and called out sharply: "Order! Silence! Sit down!" -But by this time Mr. Leg had met Dan's eyes and read their message of assurance and triumph.

He turned to the judge: "Your honor, that man is my next witness. I apologize for the disturbance." Again he turned-to look at Dan. "Patrick Cummings to the stand!" The spectators sat down again, though whispers were still going back and forth over the room. The prosecuting attorney was leaning back in his chair the- amused and bored smile he had worn throughout the -presentation of the defense. (It must be admitted that Mr.

Leg had shown, himself a fearful tyro.) William- Mount was looking indifferently across the table at Miss Venner; as for her, she was gazing with bright eyes at Dan as he Patrick Cummings up to the rail and turned him over to the court attendant, who conducted- him to the witness chair. Dan crossed over to Mr. Leg and murmured in his ear: "Just get him started on his stojy. He'll do the rest. I'll prompt you if you need it." Then he took a chair at the lawyer's elbow.

The gave his name to the clerk and was sworn in. His voice trembled, "his hands were nervously-gripping the arms of the "chair, and his eyeg were shifting from side to side with an expression of fear. In answer "to Mr. question, he said his name was Patrick Cummings, his address 311 Murray street, Albany, and occupation janitor, though he was not working 3t present. "Did you ever work in New York city?" Leg.

"Yes, Sir." "As janitor?" "Yes, sir." "At what address?" 714 West One Hundred and Fifty-seventh street." "When did yon start work there?" "I don't know exactly; but it was some time iu July, 1912." One of thev jurors in, the "last row interrupted to say that the witness was Nnot speaking loud enough for him to hear. Judge-Manton, who had been gazing directly at Cummings ever sineer he took the-chair, admonished him 1 to speak louder. "Where 1 did you work before- that?" continued Mr..