The evening world., 1903-02-04
NOW REvERES HIS MEMORY.
He Took Her from Her Home, Drove
Her to the Streets, Forced Her to
Support Him, but She Loves Him
Even In Death.


IT was story of misery, of
torture, of disgrace, which made
life with him unbearable, but
through IL all love remained
mistaken, and continues even
after his death. No one can take
his place i'm her heart. Her suf-
fer. ng had boen so pitiabIe that
the District. Attorney told the
Court she should 60 free. She
was acquitted yesterday. Then
she returned TO the home she left
for the man whose life she took.
Loved Him Better Thnn Life.
"Yes, loved him." Miss Hutton
said. II loved him better than my
life. He was everything TO me. but /
could not stand his abuse. could not
live with him and stand his beating any
longer
She turned her head toward the light
as she spoke and great liv!d scar
showed on her brow and cheek. That
was where johnson had smashed a big
|
day she shot him.
~ do not know why loved him." she
continued a moment later. II cannot
explain It, When l left home in MAY
last mother thought l was married to
Jack She did not know the truth.
Then she heard stories about us. and
when he drove me into the street and
began to abuse me l could not go home.
Jack and l had been children to-
ge.l"r. .!It IT was not urt'l :wo years
ago that ] met him after long time.
1t was at picnic at Atlantic City.
We grew to be friends and then we
loved each other. He said that he loved
ME. He told me that he would marry
me and that he would 60 10 work ail
be good TO me. You know he never
worked. / had place IN a box factory
and l used to make 81 and IS a week.
Forced Her 10 support Him.
when 1 left home could not work
any longer and Jack refused to do
anything. He told me how ] could make
money and would only have to do 1t
for a little while. He showed me where
to walk IN Fulton street between Flat
bush avenue and Eoerum place and told
me what TO say TO people who spoke to
me. | didn't want to do 1t. but he said
! that 1t would only be for a little while
only for little while.
81 said: Jack, I'll work for you. I'll
go back to the box factory. / can earn
IS week. and that will keep us until
you fnd something TO do
Eight dollars a week isn't enough
10 keep me going, he said. and l went
He used TO dog me around, and II
didn't give him the money he thought
ought to have made he would beat
me: He wouldn't let me go with other
girls. Some evenings l would meet the
girls from the factory. They would be
looking at the big windows in Fulton
street and l could not run away from
them.
II had to stop and speak ard used
to shjver for know that he was watch.
ing mr. They used to say Come and
walk with us; May: and we2l 20 home
was doing. Sometimes when / met them
the women whom | knew in the street
the women like me-would come up and
speak so jolly and nice. How are you,
Mayg they would say. and What are
YOU doing to-nigd1;T
stunned by Factory Girls.
when my old factory chums would
hear that kind Of talk and look at the
dyed hair and the painted cheeks OF
these women they would turn and walk
away from me. When ] was In all
know I'm the street that came to see me
and send me things. Only two OF the
factory girls came all that time. and
night and tell me how glad they Were
to know that l was out and say some
thing cheerful. They are good girls
as Mother S'sa sa. 50 stoed Ss by me- and she
hopes that We can go away now, and
that all this horrible time will be for
gotten. She Is out at work now, and !
am going to keep house for her until we
can move to where i am not known and
can get some work to make my own Nv
ing. She is a good mother and says:
Why should let the child go now when
DO / think It will be forgotten?
can't forget, and all my life i will fee
when l 80 out that every ones eyes art
on me; that they are pointing me on,
II don't know why loved Johnson
but he had great power over me an
could give my own life now to brint
him back would do II willingly.
The Day Of the Shooting.
"The morning I shot him-it Is toe
horrible to tell why we quarrelled-h'
hit me here where this scar Is with q
big. glass vase, and as soon as he die
he tS sq bsa he Sn 'S5y STsaSs snS h Tssf
he wanted me to go oht into the street
again an ! was and / told him that Il
ever going 10 be an end to that kind Of
a iife, and ne said. Talking like an old
woman again, are your You're toe
fresh altogether. and he started TO hi
me again he'd the pistol out TO pro
tect myself and he caught hold OF my
hand He pressed IT, and sent the trig'
ger back; ] didn't know he had, beer
never spoke again. and, You don't know
how ] feel; YOU don't know what II II
10 XIII the thing you love"
May Hutton II only twenty years o
age. Jack Johnson was only twenty
, one The woman was never made 10
the primrose path. She IL small, refined
and the short life In the streets. the fey
months In jail have made her very dell
"Did you want TO go out as you did
Did you like the llfe7'' she was asked.
"a crust OF bread would | sooner hav
than all the riches to be made tina
"would you ever 20 back TO it?"
THE only one who. could make me I