The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-06-22
MRS. BARROW story
She Is the Woman Who Stole
Baby Clark.
HER HUSBAND SHIFTLESS
Inference That Poverty Drove
Her to the Crime.
HER HUSBAND SHIFTLESS


New York, June A.-The World publishes
the following: This is the true story of
my life. So much has been written regard
ing my past and present that l feel the
world should hear my side.
Ny early childhood was bright and hap
BY. 1 was adopted by my grandfather,
James ]. MccNally. when 1 was little
more than two years Old. Ny father had
died leaving a young widow who was I'M
able to support herself and whose family
was not in a position TO assist in caring
for us. My mothers people were not in
the same class socially as my ancestors
on the McNally side. They were poor and
for several generation at least one member
Of the family always suffered from mental
weakness and consequent moral lapses.
This was not only a burden, but also a
financial Inconvenience to the others.
Ny sister, Mary Jane Terry, was married
TO Victor N. Deake. He died, and she
went insane with grief, and is now con-
fined in the asylum at Middletown. y. J.
Ny earliest recollection is OF the love and
enderness-maternal in the extreme-be-
slowed upon me by my foster mother,
Mrs. McNally, she who is now my warm
friend and companion. My grandfather
was the editor of the town paper, and We
were very comfortably situated. Mr.. Nc
Nally owned his home. and while we did
not have any luxuries. we never lacked
the necessities of country life.
When l was three years old 1 could re-
e.
mamma CAiEs. McNally) had read them 20
me so frequently that 1 could open the
book at the picture and pretend TO read
the text Really / was only repeating the
verses from memory. Iearned to set
type and spent NANNY a happy hour in the
office, where I ran about the long tables,
the little pompon on my hat barely reach
ing the top Of the table.
One day. when ] was about seven years
Old. I stood at the typesetting machine,
when a gentleman who was calling on ny
father asked me how learned to "set UP
writing" / lifted my childish face to his
and demurey said. do you mean manu-
script? Oh, did that a long time ago"
As child found all my amusement in
reading romantic novels and tales Of thrill
ing adventure. had a fine opportunity to
see all the new publications and the daily
papers which were received at the office
in exchange. did not care for the society
of the young men in the village-they
were too uncOuth in manner and fond Of
,hoydenish sports. My tastes were quieter,
and gradually ] grew away from my child
lsh companions.
When I was sixteen taught school In
the village, and that work 1 loved. The
training up of the young mind, the pleas
ure Of watching the intelligence develop,
has seemed to me real work, both elevat-
ing and entertaining.
l had several beaux. brt none ever ap-
pealed to my intelligence sufficiently for
me to care 20 have him call on me. My
father often rebuked me for stunning the
society of men, and ] In dtiabiy replied
that they bored me.
Then met George Barrow! He was Of
a different class from the men ! had pre-
viously met, and I loved him. He is tall
and slender, the contour OF his figure
youthful. He has curly, wavy, light
brown hair wide intellectual forehead
good and his eyes are deep, steady blue.
He mas a forceful way of looking a woman
in the eyes. If she loves him she is IN
done!
Five years ago we were married in the
little country church, with the peaceful
surroundings of a village bridal party.
My father was 4 confirmed invalid, a
paralytic. He and my dear mother, with
no particular argument for or against, dis
approved Of my marriage. George Barrow
Is native of Indianapolis. His people
are very We'll 10 do. He had every early
advantage and was well educated He
knew now to do a dozen things well, but
did not seem TO have the ability TO provide
US vita 4 living. We both worked at
typesetting, and at space reporting. 1 was
once waitress in the Mills House. My
husband was a driver OF an automobile
for several months. We lived from hand
10 mouth. When times were very hard l
would return to Goshen TO live with my
parents, my heart always heavy and my
soul WIKI my husband. Whenever we had
a few dollars and could manage TO live at
al We were together. We were very
happy and loved each other dearly. My
n sband is 4 man Of absolutely no vices.
Somehow he simply can't set on. He IS
no money-maker.
Mother used 10 say - me. When YOU
are away from me feel constant cloud
hangs over me. At times / think y6u are
going 10 d i'll"
Now, when she has wept until her poar
old eyes ache from tie shame and hur1f,:
a;!on Il seeing me in prison, she has re-
rlaIed i iOze times in her tired voice,
This IS what I le:t. ! never dreamed OF
disgrace or crime, but knew some cqlan.-
lty JNershad0wed yoG."
Aiy mind lacks ciearness ana nv pen has
los It's usual facility IN tracing The III
pre~.'ons Of my mind on paper. The only
Iro.d. coherent thought Isl aould not
have committed a C-lmc.'
II I am ever permitted a future Of air
and liberty ana sunshine 1 snail be heard
OF No more in the Tombs no- the criminal
courts.
Thai I may have the chance IS the hope
OF ADDiE N. BARROW.