The Sentinel=record., 1911-09-05
RELATES soRDlD DETAILS OF MURDER OF WIFE AND HIS
 RELATIONS WITH GIRL.
Occupies Witness Stand Greater Part of Day-contradicts Story of Paul Beattie in Almost Every
 Detail.

Chesterfield Courthouse Va, Sept. h-Tnrough six weary hours in crowded and stuffy courtroom Henry Clay Beattie IT,, indicted for the mur- der of his wife battled for his lie to-day. Evening shadows alone in- terrupted a vigorous cross examlna- Sion by the commonwealth, Judge Watson ending the ordeal by ad- journing court 10 an earlier hour than usual tomorrow-9.15 a. m., waep Prosecutor l.. O. Wendenburg will continue his rapid fire of questions.
 lone figure was young Beattie hn the crowd that surrounded nim on all sides, even windows and trees commanding the court room being thick with staring faces. The prs oner sat for hours, nis manner cool and collected, unfolding the sordid de,ails of his relations with Beuian Iinford F year old girl. for whom the prosecution alleges Beattie killed his bride of a year. But not alone the orgies of tne four years before his marriage and those that preceded the homicide but the gruesome laie of the attack by the nighwayman, the wild ride to the Owen nome at speed If 5U miles an hour with the lifeless, Dlco3 eoverad body of ms wife in the machine beside him was given to the Jury In all its horrible deiaii.
 The prisoner by request of the prosecution stood up to full IngSn and donned tho blood stained coat ne wore the night of the murder ana attempted to exp,ain why blood nat not flecked ceI;air portions of the garment if his wife had redned against him in the way he described,
 The clothes of the dead woman had been burned just before the ar rest of Beattie and as more than cnee ttere was occasion to refer 10 tiaem, Proseculor Wendenburg ex- claimdd:
 ''I wish .o God we had them here.
 IL was a day of extreme soemnity in the court room. The accused man sat in an arm chair, his head often resting on one hand while With the otler he rubbed a 1notted handker- chief over his pale and perspirng dace. In the bar sat his brother, Dougias. and his white haired iaIher, une alter at times covering ms wriakled countenanee with fan as some particularly loathesome de tails were recited by the son. wher the end of the day, The father, asI usual, bent over the prisoner ariec- Eionately kissed him.
 Beattie answered questions readily an an even voice and without emo- ton. Except for the nervous nng- enng of his handkerchief and the characteristic vibration of the mus 8cles of his cneeks be sat like an eN pressionless school boy as he gliD- ely narrated the story of the crime. In no essential did his version of the affair today differ rom that wnlcn he gave at the corners inquest
 Beattie walked calmly to the rustic chair and faced the 12 men who are expected to pass judgment on his story With one hand on his mp and his eyes on the Bible held by tha sheriff the prisoner swore to tell ae whole truth and nothing bur the truth.
 Please state your age" said MT. Smith.
 "Your business?'
 Mercantile. with my father"
 What do you do?"
 'l do all the buying of snoes and mems furnishings"
 Do you open the store?'
 Yes; carry the keys to the door,
 How long have you been doing at9"
 Quite a while"
 "what relation to you is Paul heat- tie?"
 "A second cousin"
 Have you ever had any conilden- tial relations with him or has he been your intimate?"
 No sir" said the defendant w'Fo emphasis.