The San Francisco call., 1898-08-25
HAS A DREAD
 OF THE PRESS
Mrs. BOtkin Refuses to Be Interviewed in Her Prison
 Cell.

Kodak flends and a batch of morbid curiosity seekers were on hand when, at 1915, the unfortunate woman, accompa- nied by her husband and Detective Gtb- son, landed at the ferry depot. They crowded around the accused vainly striving to catch a glimpse of the face so securely screened from vulgar gaze behind a double veil. Mrs. Botkin wore a neat tailor suit with tight fitting basque, the severe cut of which showed to disadvantage the lines of her plump short waiSted figure. Jauntlly perched on her head was a white sailor hat-em- bem of everything that Is gay and bright dotted f1shnet veil, over which was worn another of black chiffon, through the catch the faintest glimpse of her dark eyes, broad low brow, strong large mouth and white teeth.
 With her husband on her right and De- tective Gibson on her left. Mrs. Botkin walked bravely, firmly from the boat to the landing. There was no faltering, no erect, shoulders well squared and feet firmly planted she stood until the car riage drove up. Then Detective Gibson chivalrously assisted her to enter, taking his seat by her side, while MT Botkin boarded the first outgoing street car.
 On her arrival at the City Hall, Mrs. presence of Chief Lees, with whom she was closeted for nearly two hours. After her interview With the Chief she went to lunch with her husband to a cafe op- posite the City Hall. With solicitude no one expects to find in detective, Gib- son stood watch at the cafe door. with one eye on the strawberry shortcake in the show window and the other on his fair. prisoner, who was allowed to enjoy an interrupted tete-a-tete luncheon with her husband.
 Mrs. Botkin gave the order-roast beef and corn, with peaches and cream for dessert. The shrimps which were brought as an appetizer Mrs. Botkin tasted not She watched her husband as he slowly picked the little pink things, frequently moistening his lips with white wine, and spoke in sharp, quick ejaculations. For fully ten minutes she waited for the luncheon, which did not come, and then at word from her MT Botkin summoned the negligent waiter. T want my lunch" said the woman who has been called a modern Lucretia Borgia. Bring it, please; please bring 1t quickly!" she ex- claimed in eager tones. accompanying the same with an impatient gesture and dramatic roll of her dark eyes.
 When her lunch finally came she ate quickly, with seeming enjoyment, during which time she kept up a running con- versation. Her face, framed in by her raised veil. looked pale and slightly drawn, but there was no hunted look in husband without one return look. Mir. Botkin seldom spoke. He never raised his eyes. After luncheon Mrs. Botkin adjusted her double veil, while her hus band settled the account, and then talk ing his proffered arm went back again to the Chiefs office.
 After short interview with the Chief Mrs. Botkin was turned over to the GUS tody of Matron Casey, and her first words to her keeper were: II won't see any newspaper people. l don't want to be interviewed. I will see no one, not even if they come from Gods footstool except my relations"
 Botkin appealed to Detective Gibson for protection. While they were in the Chiefs office she implored the detective to save her from press representatives, who. she declared, were lurking in every nook and corner, eagerly anxious to hear anything she might say.
 To requests for interviews Mrs. Botkin returned answer that never to her dying day, and not even then, would she ever make statement for publication
 With her quarters in the prison Mrs. Botkin is perfectly pleased. 'I am as easy and cheerful here,' she said to the matron, "as though I were in my own arIO