the Parlin house. It was in the box nearest the fence that separates the front yard from the driveway, and about twelve feet from the house."
"Was it in the same condition then as now?"
"It was wet with dew and the rust is deeper now than then; otherwise it is in the same condition."
"Call Margaret Flanders."
At the name, Jim Shepard, who had taken a seat in the main room upon concluding his testimony, turned the colour of a peony and a giggle was started among a group of boys near him.
Margaret Flanders, a buxom, healthy lass of about twenty, tripped into the room as if in enjoyment of the sensation she was creating. In answer to questions, her testimony ran:
She lived at home, with her parents, on Canaan Street; the left-hand side as you went from River Road. Jim Shepard came sometimes to see her and was with her the evening of May tenth. He was going to Portland to work and he was to take the midnight train. He stayed till his cousin Jonathan Oldbeg called for him. It was then so late that she was afraid he would miss his train. In-
