"Are you acquainted with the young woman who has just left the witness chair?" "Yes, sir." "Well, is not that Erma Wysong?" "No, sir. That is Erma Lawson, daughter of the Hon. Mr. Lawson, Ex-Governor of Virginia, and Ex-Minister to Germany." The blood forsook the face of the Ex-Governor, and he looked first to Dolly and then to Erma in a dazed sort of way. The eyes of the auditors flashed from Erma to the Ex-Governor and back again, evidently making comparisons. The audience was of one mind in believing that Dolly had spoken the truth, only a cursory glance being needed to see, after the suggestion had been once made, that Ex-Governor Lawson and Erma were father and child. They were astonished that they had not made the comparison on their own initiative. "Are you acquainted with the prisoner at the bar?" resumed the lawyer. "I am." "State the circumstances under which you formed his acquaintance." Dolly now entered into a detailed statement of all her dealings with Lawson, setting forth his purposes with regard to Erma. "Who wrote those letters read here to-day?" "I wrote them. Erma knew nothing of them until she heard them in this trial." "Erma, then, has not been a party to the inveiglement of this young man?" "No, sir. On the contrary, he endeavored to make a victim out of her, and he has been victimized." "How did young Lawson happen to approach you?" "Many years ago I first acted as procuress for his father, my own sister being the victim. Perhaps information as to what I could do came to him from his exemplary father." The Commonwealth here stated that the evidence was all in, and if agreeable to the defense, the case would be submitted to the jury without argument. The defense, however, desired to make one speech, the prosecution waiving its right to make reply. The speech as prepared by the leading counsel for the defense was not delivered. The case of his client was ignored altogether, and a stirring invective was delivered against Dolly Smith. As torrent after torrent of scathing rebuke rolled forth from the lips of the speaker, Dolly Smith writhed as one under the severest physical torture. Feeling unable to longer endure the ordeal, she arose and fled toward the door. As if by a common impulse, the throng of spectators surged about her. "Tar and feathers!" some one suggested. The cry was taken up, and soon all were loudly clamoring for "tar and feathers!" Tar and feathers were procured and applied to Dolly, who was now screaming at the top of her voice and striking wildly in the air. She was soon overpowered and, followed by a hooting mob of men and boys, was led to the railway station, where she was placed upon the first outgoing train, with emphatic instructions to never again show her face in Richmond.