The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1907-11-19
WOMAN SLAYER
FACES HER MOST
TRYING ORDEAL
Dramatic Sight in Court
Room as Accused
TeStifieS.
Unable to Control Her
Voice and Scarcely
Heard.

Weeping and afraid, like
one who travels a place Of
horrors, Annie NJ. Bradley
began to retrace today the
path she trod with Arthur
Brown, the man who met
death at her hand.
1t led from the proud emf
nence Of a reckless passion to
the inevitable goal - that
house of dead, gray ashes. on
whose walls retribution has
painted an everlasting gloom.
1t began at what a man
called low, and a woman
thought was all of life. tt
viii end at ruin-stark. ire
voca6ie, grim
Laid Her Story Bare.
Commanded by her counsel. Mrs.
Bradley guided her hearers past the
milestones of her career, laving
bare the story of her miserable
mistake, revealing without pallia-
tton her supreme sin.
Her lawyers subjected her to the
ordeal to show she had cause for
insanity when she shot Senator
Brown TO death In the RALEIGH
Hotel. What her story did show
was that her joys have become as
the apples of Sodon in her mouth.
and that the days are here when
she says:
have no pleasure in them.v
Frail and Emaciated.
Fraii. emaciated. frightened, sne was
more than pitifuL She wa. a hand
maiden to woe. Her haggard face 4ron,
which the spell Of beauty has flown: her
sunken chest: her coioriess Inns and
gaunt cheeks; her staring eyes, where
the shadows of sorrow are always
these things argued IN her behalf. even
as powerfully as did her spoken story.
ct. as the relentless questioning of
heI lawyers made her lay hands on dead
memories and bring to light the ghosts
Of things that once made up her bliss.
there was in her words now and then a
fash of what she once had been-a wom-
an who dreamed dreams and saw visions
Of great things-a woman who threw
her world away and staked all on the
lure of a glittoring chance.
le Was a Good Witness.
She was a good witness, because un-
utterable woe and unspeakable despair
cannot call in vain to the hearts Of
men, once, when the lawyers were en-
gagged IN a conference with the Judge
and the questioning ceased, the morbid
crowd present were confronted with a
scene that struck them like a revelation
There she sat on the witness chair.
raised above the heads of all save the
Judge. mute, miserable, a trembling fig
use Of suffering at which the world
mn 5ht look, and then pass on-warned.
hfrs. BTadley Wept during her tasH
mo ny-not once. but often When she
first tcCk the stand. at 1918 o'clock. her
replies to the questions from Judge
Powers were so low that they were
heard by none but the court reporter
who had to read them to the Jury,
Breaks Down Completely.
When the name ef. Arthur Brown was
hrsc mentioned, she broke down utterly
and wept as IL her heart would break.
When she was asked to describe how
much she had loved the Senator. she
replied through her tears that It was
impossible for her to describe the af-
lection she had had for him. When she
was shown the handbag in which she
had carried the revolver with which
she killed Brown, she turned her face
away, sobs shaking her fragile form IN
great commissions.
Scene an Indelible One.
The scene In the court room was
such as to last forever in the minds
of those who saw IT. In the fury
box, men furtiVely wiped the tears
from their eyes. On the bench the
Judges face showed his symFsafl,v