The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1894-03-21

elaboration She had gone to the house in
Jefferson place. where MT Rrecklnrloge
into the room where they Were and both
of them covered behind the door Repro
ducing the imperative tone In which sns me
had spoken, Miss Pollard continued;
said TO him: Come with me- and he
came" This recital evoked q shout or
laughter although it did not seem to have
been intended for that effect, which the
bailiffs had trouble in quieting.
Colonel Breckenridge had seated himselt
in chair in Colonel Moores office RemoN,
broached their business with the intro
duction: Major, this, is one OF the trag-
edies of life" Then he had proceeded TO
announce: There is probability that this
young woman will shoot me. She threatens
to take my life Major or n Moore S6 e reiq9n- abaf
and Colonel Breckenridge had told him that
he had been intimate with her, and that
she had borne him two children. She had
demonstrated with him, saying: Wlllls,
why is 1t necessary to tell all these things?
He had stepped over to her to put his arm
around her and quiet her, and then re
peated his remark to the chief: Major.
this is one of the tragedies of life. ThiS
characteristic remark, produced in some
thing of the original manner, an irresistible
laugh.
In their second visit Colonel Breckin-
ridge had discovered the revolver she car
ried when he put his arm around her he
had suggested that the Major give IL TO her
as a wedding present rather grewsome
present, she thoughO rather than a Christ
mas or birthday present, as the Major
had testified She thought her recollection
of these points should be more accurate
than his, because the interviews had been
of so much greater Importance to her.
QUESTIONS THAT LED TO A SCENE.
From this line of testimony Mr.. Butter
worth turned his questions to a direction
designed to show that Miss Pollard had
held Colonel Breckenridge under a reign
OF terror. did he not generally come
when you called?" he asked, but she said
that, the contrary, she had always
obeyed his slightest wish, because she
trusted and loved him dearly through those
nine years. Had not Colonel Breckenridge
often endeavored to break off the rela-
tions with her, Mr. BIZ r'terworth asked, and
month if she would go to Germany? All
this she denied, declaring that he had Inn
love. which she wished the court could have
heard. She told how he had talked toner
that last night before he left her, last
spring, telling her that she must not grieve
at his short absence; that she must think
of the future of the baby that was TO be
Mr.. Butterworth asked If it had not al
ways been in her power to ruin Col.
breckenridge, to which she replied with
made a threat to him in my life: never
pressed a thumb screw on him until he had
1t in his power to keep his promise TO me
and broke it,
When she was asked what were the
things which Colonel Breckenridge had said
of Mrs Wing, Miss Pollard refused 10 re-
peat them, said she would not talk that
way of another woman and would not be
pressed. Again, when asked If he had not
suggested that they break their relations
off she struck the witness-boX with her
open hand exclaiming: mo. never never;
there was never such a word limited at on
his part" and she continued in a voice
choking with sobs: Il gave up my babies
for him, because he insisted on it. He
said that if l kept them they would be sure
ly traced to him. a woman can't do
more than that, she can't do more than
give up her children. laid my baby in Its
coffin because IL needed a mothers care,
which l had not been able 10 give it be-
cause he made me put it away from me.
I-never, et-him-see-me - cry =
over-it. I-never-
The sentence was not finished, for Made
line Pollard's head was bowed on her arms
on the witness-box, and her slender frame
was shaking with great sobs There was
suspicious moisture in many eyes No man
in the court room broke the silence by a
whisper until Mr.. Wilson suggested that
the court should adjourn. Mr.. Butterworth,
speaking in low tones, said that he had but
few more questions, but perhaps they had
better be asked in the morning.
The harsh voice of the crier broke the
solemnity of the scene, adjourning court.
Colonel Breckenridge turned around and
smiled, what was probably a forced smile
| for he walked from the courthouse to the
office of his lawyers with his head bent in
detected Wav, his hat in his hand, letting
| the cool breeze strike his silveTy locks
which caught the eyes of all passers who
turned to follow him with their glances as
| he strobe ahead of his little party, speaking