WITNESSES NEED A SHEPHERD.

Then, from among the queer little party huddled together on the

benches at the rear of the big court room--a helpless, shepherdless

flock--Mr. Shirer began to call out his witnesses.

First of the hungering souls who sought life companions through Mrs.

Scott came Mrs. Mary Quinn, of Trenton, Ill., a short, dumpy little

person of about thirty-five or forty, who was chiefly remarkable for

the white hat she wore.

"I saw the ad.," she whispered--it was with the greatest difficulty

that Judge Bethea induced her to talk so she could be heard ten

feet away--"and I answered it. They sent me back a circular and a

photograph of a nice-looking fellow who was said to be rich.

"I sent my $2 and wrote that I would like to get into correspondence

with him. They sent me back word that he was corresponding with

another lady just then, and didn't want any more names at present, but

there was another one just as good.

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