"Did you ever stop at the Wellington hotel?" "Can the state accept you as a juror with confidence that you will do your full duty and not be swayed by outside influences?" When Attorney Patrick H. O'Donnell, her counsel, entered the courtroom he held a short conference with Assistant State's Attorney Short. While they were talking Miss Gingles entered the courtroom, accompanied by a deputy sheriff. "We desire to have Miss Gingles admitted to bail," said Mr. O'Donnell. "I am very willing, I always have been willing that Miss Gingles should be free on bail," replied Mr. Short. There was another short conference, after which Mr. Short said: "We will accept you as Miss Gingles' surety." Thereupon Miss Gingles tripped lightly up to the clerk's desk and wrote her name on the bond. Mr. O'Donnell also affixed his signature to the $2,000 bond and the pretty defendant was freed from the attentions of the officer. Ella Gingles presented a picture of fresh, girlish beauty as she took her place in front of the jury box. She wore a white linen suit, with a long coat. The collar and cuffs were trimmed with blue ribbon. A tan straw hat, tam o'shanter style, was patched by brown ribbons and roses. Her brown hair, in curly puffs and waves, fell below her ears and tumbled bewitchingly over her eyes. The scene in the courtroom at the criminal court when Ella Gingles took the witness stand to relate her terrible story was one never to be forgotten. As the little lace-maker's name was called and she rose to walk past the jury to the witness stand fifty women seated in the back part of the courtroom rose and began to clap their hands. Some threw their handkerchiefs into the air. The girl seemed much affected by the demonstration. Judge Brentano seemed taken aback for a moment by this unusual outburst. In vain the bailiff pounded with his gavel for order. Finally the court was compelled to rise and sternly rebuke the courtroom in no uncertain terms. Miss Gingles began her story in a low tone. It was the voice of a schoolgirl telling of something she had undergone, but could not comprehend. The persons in the courtroom hung on every word. You could have heard a pin fall. As Miss Gingles took the stand Attorney O'Donnell said: "State your name." "Ella Gingles," the witness replied, in a voice that rang out through the courtroom. She said she would be nineteen years old next November. She was born in Ireland. Her father's name is Thomas, and she has seven sisters and several brothers. She said she came to America in November, 1907. "Did you make Irish lace?" "Yes." She identified a design shown her as one she made when eight years old. "Who made the hat you are now wearing?" "I did." The hat was a peach-basket affair. A design of lace was shown her and she said she was the maker, as well as the designer. She testified she won prizes in Ireland for fancy lace-making. She said she originated several designs.