THE DISCOMFITURE OF CYRUS 



N the morning, after a bath, which I 

 took, but which the deputy declined, 

 we went downstairs to breakfast, 

 where I was stared at by the few 

 early guests, who evidently considered me a 

 very desperate character indeed, and where I 

 was obliged to decline several interviews with 

 reporters, to whom I told nothing beyond urg- 

 ing them to attend the trial, which I told them 

 would probably be continued to the next week, 

 as I should ask for time to prepare my case 

 thoroughly. 



The morning papers had accounts of the ar- 

 rest, with comments upon my personality. Upon 

 returning home, I went at once to the court- 

 room, where I found Cyrus and his counsel and 

 a crowd awaiting me. 



I waived the reading of the complaint, pleaded 

 not guilty, and asked for a continuance of one 

 week. To this the prosecuting attorney entered 

 a most vigorous objection, and argued the mat- 

 ter at great length, to no purpose, however, 



