The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1904-12-23

New York, December 19.-"Did you or
did you not shoot Caesar Young. Man."
said Lawyer Levy to Miss Nan Patter-
son today.
Il did not" replied the witness in a
firm voice. Il would give my own life
to bring him back if it were in my pow
or. neve saw the revolver with which
he was shot. There was flash-and then
the end"
In a voice quivering with emotion,
but filled with dramatic intensity. Miss
Patterson who is on trial charged with
the murder of Caesar Young. the book
maker, recited to the jury the scenes in
her life which had to do with her deal
ings with Young. Not only did Miss
Patterson swear that she did not kill
Young, but she denied every circum-
stance in the case which the state has
brought up against her, She denied
that she was dimissed because Young
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rope, after having been told by him,
as it has been alleged, that all was over
between then. D.!
On the other hand she testified that
as a result of her conference with
Young, it was agreed that she should
join him in England and take apart
ments in the Hotel Cecil, London, TAX
ing care that she keep her whereabouts
a complete secret from Mrs. Young
and YOung's relatives. An important
feature brought out was the fact that
Young gave the woman a2postal card on
which he wrote her name n address,
saying it was something she might need.
The crowded court room became sud
denly still when the former shOw girl
took the stand The first of her testi-
mony, relating to herself, vas given
ir a low, even voice, but as she pro-
ceeded her became more tense
until, in her account of the fatal cab
ride, her voice was filled with tragic
expression.
Early in her story, Miss Patterson
told of her original meeting with Young,
of their life together and of their con-
templated European trip. She told of
her talk with Young the night before
his proposed departure for Southamp-
ton. of her being awakened by a tele-
phonic message from kim to go TO the
pier to see him off, of the ride down
town, of the moments in a saloon and
Of the ride in the cab before the shoot
ing.
She was asked to describe what hap
pened after leaving the Saloon, while
driving DOWN West broadway.
w talked about mis- going away
and he kept questioning me about my
coming to meet him. n said. II did
not say anything and finally he said
but 1 don't feel positive that you are
going to come over He said L believe
tina you are fooling, are you, Then he
said: Ar you?" she said, Well Caesar
there's no use saying l will. because
I've made up my mind not to, but you
go over there and get things quoted
down, until the folks have forgotten
about things by that time. 1 will meet
you at the Saratoga meeting
He looked at me a while and said:
DO you mean that?' and then he grab
bed me by the hand nearest TO him,
and pulled me over toward him. He
hurt me so that I tried to pull away.
but 1 could not get away from him /
put my other HAND up and he grabbed
me-somehow or other, 1 got away from
him. / told him that he hurt me.
He said: If o don't come over
there and 1 have to wait until h Sar-
atoga meeting, 1 may never see you
again. My horses have gone back on
me. I've lost all that money. Now I'm
losing my little girl; do o mean it?'
He grabbed me and hurt me SO bad
~ tina the tears came to my eyes. /
tried to struggle away from him again.
and had to bend away over. There was
a f1ash-the end"
You heard a report?" her lawyer
yes" rgyTg
WAS the pistol in Young's hand?"
Il had not seen the pistol. Mr.. Young
fell over my lap; got half way up. fell
again. and I though he was having a
spasm. He kept twitching n witch
ing. I called to him and tried to make
him answer, but he would not. / be-
lieve I put my hand up and told the
cabman to drive to the druggist. I
don't know whether I did. That was
my idea, and it seemed-Oh!-ages be-
fore I could get any one TO pay n at
tention to me and help me. A police
man got in the al and I felt so reliev-
ed. I knew he would take care of MI.
Young. I seemed to be da2ed in my
memory after that"
Man. look at me. did you shoot
Caesor Youn?" asked Mr.. Levy.