Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1879-02-28
nTTLEEDELE COBB.

a Dramatic scene IN the Htecehh AAAo-s
at EOr1dehs conn., Of aIrs. Kate M.
CObb, for the Murder, By Poison, OF
Her Husband.
The evidence was almost all in, and
there still remained an important point
which the prosecution must make be-
fore the summing-up began. That was
TO introduce the testimony of the ten
year-old daughter of the prisoner as to
the cup and, saucer marked 9 Pet"
which Bishop claims he gave her, and
which she denies ever receiving from
him. They were afraid to put on lit
tie Adele as witness of their own, be-
cause il had got abroad that the pris-
oner's 8 friends had tampered with her.
1t remained to bring out her testimony
apainst her mother IN some other way,
because it would never do to put wit
ness on the stand whom they might
wish to -iHnpeach. There was a hurried
eonsultseons between the Prosecutor
and his assistant, and then the latter
called out In q loud voice, /" Sheriff,
bring in the little girl"
There was stir among the specta-
tors as a tall man in blue coat and
brass buttons appeared walking by the
side of a pretty little form, all lace and
feathers and dimpled confusion. Ev-
erybody made way for them, and they
walked slowly past the little figure in
black which bent forward for an in
stant, and then drew back quickly, un-
til they reached the witness-chair. The
little girl climbed into it, and then
turned TO the audience a pretty face,
remarkably like that of the prisoner,
| though with more of the rosebud than
! the rose in her cheeks. She was bon
ME wee thing, with her long golden
hair pushed back over her face by
black circular-eomb, golden ear-drops
and hat of lustrous blue silk and white
! lace perched on top of her ringlets.
/ The tiny white lace scarf about her
throat was tied with just the least sus-
picion of jauntiness, and her small
white hands, nesting against the play
thing of mug, showed the glitter OF
ring-her mothers gift.
"What is your name, little One?'
| asked the Public Prosecutor, with q
gentleness which contrasted strongly
With the war of words which had pre-
ceded it.
For a moment the witness looked
about in childish confusion. Then she
murmured, g Adele w. Cobb."
White-haired and venerable Mr.. Wait
could bear it no longer. '' l object to
this. your Honor" he cried, bringing
his hand down upon the bar with an
/ emphasis that made it rebound. Iher
he rose, and, with. something OF the ar
of the lion, turned to his learned an
tagonist and shook his hand warming
ly at him. "I object" he cried, In
ringing voice, " to this unparalleleC
scene. Iobject, your Honors, to bring
ing this little, tender thing, innocent o
the nature of an oath, or of the knoWl
edge of anything evil, into this eour
to Testify against her mother, who l
on trial for her lifel 1t is bad enougl
to have these lawyers for the Stat
9 putting her questions. as they ADM
q having done, without bringing her her
TO bear forced testimony that ma
help hang the mother that bore he
) and nursed her. 1 ask your Honors t
put stop to this thing here, and at th
outsetrH
Prosecutor Waller rose with fushe'
face, in which regret ct the part h
was acting struggled with a sense o
duty. He spoke in low voice, ever.
syllable of which was audible ia the fur
thest corner of the crowded courtroom
He said:
"Your Honors, 1 admit that it is
most painful sight, and nothing but tn
conviction that am doing my swor
duty to the State and to the cOmmunit
would Justify me in what am about t
. do"
, "The prisoner at the bar -
mother" broke in Mr.. Wait,sS- ..
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