The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1911-09-07
HOPE STRONG IN
BEATTIE'S BREAST
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itors during the morning. IN the at
ternoon, however. he was visited by
his sister, Miss Hazel Beattie. and his
aunt. Mrs. Bomar. They remained
with him for several hours. Mr.. Duval.
who had been deputized by Jailer Cog
bill during the %latter's absence in
Richm nd to look after the prisoner
and the jail, escorted them into the
iail. and in his cell Henry greeted
them talked earnestly as long
as they stayed.
Judge Watson has issued orders
that no one except his counsel and
members or his Immediate family
should speak with the prisoner. and
after the newspaper reporters had
heard this edict they withdrew u re-
~spectful distance from the pail and
talked with Beattie no more. From a
distance, however. he could be seen
standing in his shirt sleeves in front
of his barred window, apparently tan
ing n deep interest in the small groups
of people who occasionally came and
went. 1t was rather a lonely day for
him, for Henry loves not the county
quiet he says, but much prefers the
noise and hustle of the streets.
Awaits Verdict Now.
But he has never complained except
on that morning when he said that
his sleep had Teen disturbed by rats
which infested the jail. He has never
said another word about the trouble
some rodents. and IL Is accepted as a
fact that he suffers no more from their
midnight scamper!ng about his cot.
And to-day was q day OF rest for him.
He has done all he can in a supreme
effort to convince twelve men that
he is innocent of the terrible charge
which the State has lodged against
him. He has told his story confident
~. and with the greatest seif-reliance,
and now his iabors done, he rests in
the hope which has supported and sus-
tanned him since the hrst hour of his
trial.
II am an innocent man." he says.
and in the innocence which he claims
he finds his strength.
Sheriff Gill and his chickens" (the
jury) spent the day in ambiing about
and loungfng on the courthouse green.
Sometimes they slept seeking out the
shady spots and making pillows for
their heads with old or
their coats.
The more 1ocularly inclined enjoyed
the time by tieing their companion to
trees or benches or wrapping them in
the gunny sacks on which some OF
them lay. All were in their shirt
sleeves aver at the tapIe, LOT the IA?
has been oppressively hot. In a field
nearby a man was ploughing cow peas
and the farmer-jurors thought of
their own cropss at home. One by
stander accused some of them of go
Ing ehind the courthouse and fond
ling an ancient and dismantlcd plow.
Hymn Reaches His Cell.
In the afternoon they repeated thu
performances of the morning. Occas-
ionally the musically i~nclined-somc
of them have good voices-burst into
song. These men knew no rag time.
They sing hymns. and their favorite
is My Faith Looks Up to Thee. oh
Lamb OF Calvary"
AS they sang this old familiar hymn,
Henry Bcattie came to his window
and listened. The jury was in plain
view and he remained watching and
listening until the last notes died
away. 1t was rather pathetic. Henry
in his barred cell and the twelve msn
upon whom his life depends singing
and playing on the green. Sheriff
Gill and Deputy Sheriff Good never
let the men out OF their sight.
Look at the sheriff and his chick
ems" remarked some one. and the two