Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1911-09-09

scurity " the small jury room Of
Chesterfield Court Hoase, praying fer
Vently that they might puRs judgment
Alright on Henry Clay Beattic, Jr, In
dicted for the murder of his wife,
arose from their knees de!lborated
nearly an hour, and silently one by
one recorded unanimous verdict Of
guilty.
After Weighing carefully the mean
ing Of their decision, and once more
on bended knees besecChlng Divine
assistance against possible error, at
the end Of forty eight minutes the
Jurors filed into the hushed and
crowded court room, and with start
ling suddenness, twelve voices, instead
of the usual one Of the foreman.
spoke the word. Guilty" in chorus.
1t was almost a shout
\ spectcr Of death, which shocked
Midlothian Turnplhe on the night Of
July lS, when the life Of Mrs, Louise
owen BeattIe was taken away with
shotgun, stared hard at the young
husband, ready TO claim it's victim by
the decree Of Judge Watson by cleo
trocution on Friday, November -.
But the prisoner returned gaze
answering and unafraid. The Court
OF Appeals will be asked to grant "a
writ of error and a new trial.
NAnnu IA.ttia 90 H., l.,
gal weapons set at his disposal, did
not surrender. Instead. he consoled
his broken father, white-haired and
wrinkled, and comforted him as he
whispered:
Il have not lost yet. father"
Unusual as was the tragedy. the
jurymen did not hesitate to admit to
their friends that they stood in judg-
ment not only over tho cold -blooded
murder, but on Beattie's matrimonial
infidelitty as well. 1t perhaps was
a dramatic continuation Of Virginia
justice, which, in the last half CEN
tury, has quickly sent to death similar
murderers.
At the close of a powerful address
by l.. o. Wendenberg, the voluntary
assistant Of tho commonwealth, the
suspense was felt not alone In the
court room. but also in Richmond,
where thousands Of people awaited
the outcome.
The jury had. for eleven days, heard
evidence, and for two days speeches,
but the words Of Wendenberg rang
in their ears as they left the court
room to find their verdict
Let that man so free?" he cried
What! Let that man go free? why,
the motherhood Of Virginla-the wo-
manhood Of this nation-will shudder
in terror as the security Of its life is
threatened.
Let this man go free--the man
who bathed In the degraded sunshine
OF another woman while at his home
a young wife nursed his child?
Gentlemen, ! merely ask YOU in
the name Of justice. to do your duty"
In vivid detail the prosecutor pic
tured the wife as she started on her
innocent Journey into II cool air Of "A
summer night To the jury was por-
trayed the automobile I'm which she
rode beside her husband; OF Beattie,
as he stepped into the darkness Of the
thick0t and found the shotgun which
he had earlier concealed, and dellb-
erately slew his wife; the desperate
ride home, with bleeding and life
less body thrust into the small space
in the front part Of the machine, and
the husband coolly sitting against the
hlood-covercd head of his wife-ail
was graphically detailed 10 the
jury Only passing attention was Civ
en- by Wendenberg to the purchase "
the gun by Paul Beattie, a cousin Of
the accused.
The defense had asserted. he said
Tint on Paurs story alone WAS built
thocase of tho prosecution and he
held alon the blood stained clothing
OF the prisoner "as mute evidence Of
the crime and asked:
"Do you want any other eyidence?"
Blood flecked the lower part OF
the shirt IN deep black hlots. Not n
mark was on either sleeve OF the shirt
VI Npfls ne IllSNUeT ndl Qe'ldfen
that he held his dead wife With one
hand and steered his car with the
other, but the splotches Of blood on
the arms, the prosecutor declared.
gave the lie 10 his story.
Not alone with the clothes did the
prosecutor dlsentangle what he term
ed the cheapest fabrication Of the
cheapest murder" but he shouted
shame at the prisoner for his rcla-
tlons with a girl from the ase Of
until for within hts own mar
ried life. and held her forth as tho
motive for the crime.
And tho prisoner, admits that Il
was his passion" said Mr.. wonden-
berg. "Yos. It was passion, bu, pas
zion was born of tho devil and pas
sion that sent TO death his wife so
that he might continue his vicious
pieasurel"
Mr.. Wendenberg corrluded his ad-
dress at few minutes nfter o'clock.
A brief rest was given the jury. and
at 5i9s o'clock II began consideration
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