The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-10-18
STAMFORD JULIET WILL
 NOT TESTIFY AGAINST HER
 OWN LITTLE RUzzIE LAMB
Evidence Closes $5OOOO Breach of Promise Suit With View of Chorus Man Wealth of His Inamorata-Name of Second Woman is Dscosed-She is 65 Years Old, But Money She Advanced Has
 Been Paid Back

black gown and hat On the hat 8 large white feather was displayed Many persons wondered if 1t was a sign of surrender. There was nothing in the proceedings to indicate, how ever, that the feather carried with il any such significance.
 t'Oh, I don't mind a storm like this one,'' she said when asked for a statement. "I have weathered many worse one and come through all right
 Griswold was recalled to the wit ness stand. He wore dark clothes, a yellow tie, tan shoes and gloves and carried a light bamboo walking stick. There were traces of nervousness when Jacob Gordon, his counsel, re- stunned the direct examination. It is thought Griswold would have been even more nervous had he known the gruelling cross-examinatiop Edmund L. Mooney, counsel to Mrs. Smith, had prepared for him. Gordon read let ters showing Mrs. Smith had given to Griswold presents of hosiery. !. "Be sure and wear them so the let ter H will show" she wrote. In another letter she urged him to throw a lifeline, and in yet another she said she had celebrated the Fourth of July noisily owing to the fact she had received a card from him. She added that after each explosion she would say, Heres to you, Ruzzie." !" when ''Ruzzlelamb'' appealed to Mrs. Smith for a loan she sent him the "long green with a promissory note accompanying it, and made the re- quest that he send back the note torn to shreds. ''Ruzzlelamb" seemed to regard that a reflection on his sol- vency
 Rapidly letters were reeled off by the attorney. As he passed them back, one by one. to MT. Mooney, the latter arose.
 ''Mr. Gordon said he, there are two letters in one envelope here. You didn't read the second. It is an Irish letter. Don't be afraid of it because it's Irish.''
 "Oh, I guess can do it as well as you can,, was M-. Gordon's rejoinder.
 Then proceed, thou reader urged Mir. Mooney.
 But MT. Gordon didn't. MT. Mooney volunteered to render the selection. Justice Brown, a most human referee. smiled. Miss Smith smiled. The great bank of expectant spectators-well, the court clerk had to swing his sledge hammer for dignified silence.
 MT. Gordon deferred to MT. Mooney. And then, colleens, in the sweetest voice that e'er breathed the beauties of Killarney, laddie Mooney whisper ed this worded joy:
 Shurn mi darlint, that was a
 lovely not you were after sendin'
 me today, an I thank ye for it
 from the bottom of mi heart.
 "Begorrah, we had a foin after
 noon and no mistake-only it was
 too soon gone. But we'll have an- |,
 other-1ongerl and swater when I
 come back. if you blaze. So hold
 out your arms until spring into
 them and give me a nice, big
 squeezei I've been as busy as
 whole beehive today and it's toim
 was in bed dreamin' of you, mi
 bye; so here's a swate good night
 kiss for ye and lots of the same
 goin' by wireless from up country.
 Don't forget to write me at the
 I'll be wonderin' how ye are and
 what the devil yer doin' and
 whether yer thinkin' of yer colleen,
 so far away. Goodby, mi darlint,
 goodby. Faith an I'm your own
 little ELL1.
 One could see the peat bogs, the tuneful, inspiring breezes as MT. Mooney enrolled. The grayness of Chambers street was the trees shade, the court lights, sparkling Irish heaven Tn the jury box two Emerald sons chuckied in appreciative delight
 From that scene did the next letter transport the mind. It said:
 "Ruzzie where in the name of all
 the gods have you been? Why
 don't you come over and join me in
 the lessons am taking on how to
 get Paradise out of hell?''