"When were you married?"
"I married John Folwell on the seventh of September, three years ago."
"Before that time, what was your name?"
"Anna Ketlar."
"That was your maiden name?"
"Yes."
"You had never been married before three years ago?"
Behind him, Calvin heard the shuffle of feet which told him that the people on the crowded benches were bending forward.
The jurymen bent closer to her, every man staring into her face, and a tinge of red mantled her cheek and throat.
"No," she replied, with her eyes steady upon her questioner's.
"You always found employment shampooing ladies' hair?" Elmen led on.
"No; I have done that only since I became older."
"When you were younger, what was your employment?"
"I was a manicurist in a hotel barber-shop."
"Are you related to the accused in this case?" asked Elmen.
"I am his mother."
"How old is he?"
"He was twenty-four years old on the twelfth day of last May," she replied, keeping her eyes and lips still steady, but her bosom relaxed and swiftly filled again with the gasp of her breathing.
"Where was he born?"
"In a rooming house on Indiana Avenue in Chicago."
"What name did you give him?"
"Frederic Ketlar."
"Your own surname, that is? You never gave him the name of his father?"
