Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-05-14


think that. after all that, l would like again
to live in that city,"
Her Every Movement Watched.
'While she talked her every word was
listened to intently by the representative
of a publisher. whose mission it was to see
that she said nothing that he thought
could be useful to him In prosecuting his
enterprise, and before she spoke she in
variably glanced at him. as il to inquire
If she might speak The reporter asked her
If She would not like to take short ride
in the auto in which he had made the trip.
oh she don't want to ride: do you,
NAM" interrupted the Nemesis. at which
everyone laughed. but Nan herself not only
looked as II she would like to take a ride
in the machine, but even went far as TO
admit 1t. Her desire was crushed, however,
by her mother. who told her she had better
be quiet for the day and not indulge in even
the excitement incident to a spin over the
smooth roadways of the neighborhood.
Many carriages and automobiles passed
the house. and 1t seemed as II the occu-
pants of all were aware of its residents, for
all heads were turned as the vehicles passed
and many glances of recognition were
given, for prior to her adoption of the stage
Nan was well known in Washington, and
many Of her old-time acquaintance, have
been to visit her since her return yester-
day morning. During the day, however,
there was very little of maudlin curiosity
displayed. and those who passed the house
did not pause. but merely glanced toward
the group on the lawn with a seemingly
passing interest.
Finally she turned to take a stroll with
little Olga Lowell, but the watchful eye
of her sleuth was there and she was asked
where she was going.
"Oh. Just to take walk to the corner"
she replied
IAN right. I'll go with you." he said. at
which she pouted and refused to 60 She
has been too recently released from prison
to enjoy what Is practical Imprisonment In
her own home. and she resented 1t with the
natural instinct Of a woman to whom die
tation Is distasteful.
Asserted Her Innocence.
Il have said SO many times that am In
nocent Of the crime with which was charg-
ed that 1t seems to be ringing in my ears.
but l want all the world to know that /
never did and never could do such q ter
rible deed. I would have given my own
life If 1t could have given him back HIS"
she said, land 1 believe that thousands of
people believe this. It Is true, God knows
1t Is true
Looking at the young face. the gIrlish
form and the tender blue ewes the listener
could not doubt 1t. She did not look the
and at least a majority of
twenty-four men who had her fate in their
hands did not think her guilty of the crime.
That the district attorney of the city of
New York believed her guilty or innocent
will never be known. for it Is the business
of the public prosecutor to convict, and
his assistants certainly did all in their
power to earn their salaries in the case
OF the state against Nan Patterson. Yet
those who look al her now cannot believe
that she did the deed. She has not the
least indication in her manner or features
Of a criminal instinct. She does not look
as If she had the nerve to commit even
trl1ing crime, to say nothing of pointing
a pistol at man and cold-bloodedly muir
derlng the one to whom she was indebted
for practically all that she had on earth
And she does not look as If she had the |
nerve to commit suicide, theory that has
been advanced In the case it being held by
some that she accidentally shot and killed |
Young when he attempted to take from
her hand the pistol she had drawn with |
the threat to kill herself If he left her and |
went to Europe. She has not the face that |
tells of nerve enough to take her own life |
yet during the trial she displayed a nerve |
that was the wonder and admiration of |
thousands. Altogether. Nan Patterson is, |
n many respects, an unusual woman with |
an ordinarily good looking face. There |
S nothing remarkable in its lines of char |
acter; in fact, there seems to be little of |
exceptional character there. She appears |
% be young woman who likes the good |
Kings of life and would get them in an |
Easy manner She was never made for toll |
md could not long endure life of priva
ion. Her hands are soft and her figure
issome; neither We're made for fighting |
With the world and 1t is safe to say that
whatever she may elect to do for living
n the future it will be an occupat ton that
will call for minimum of labor at maxi
mum of reward.
Takes a Night Off.
Last evening Nan, accompanied by her
sister. Mrs. j. Morgan Smith, the husband
If the last named and Mr.. William Hoster
f New York, visited several of the more
cafes of the city and took part
n the Saturday evening festivities. AT all
If them there were persons who recognized
he young woman whose face has become
amiliar to the public, and many craned |
lecks rewarded the visitors, while COM
nents of. critical and other character greet
d their ears 1t was the first time Nan
las had an opportunity to indulge in any
for nearly year, and no doubt
Ter natural inclination for the good things
# life, to which reference has been made,
vas too strong a temptation for her to con-
luer. The party returned to the Patterson
lome al a late hour.