The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-08-31
Silk Clad Siren,
 Holds The Secret
 Of Beattie'S Life
Beulah BinfOrd Declares She Will Tell the Truth But Neither Side May
 Call Her
(spcial from United Press,

Chesterfield Courthouse Va, Aug. 3l-Locked in the bosom of a slim, F year old girl, a feminine enigma, today, lay the story that would settle the fight for life of Henry Clay Beat tie, Jr., on trial for the nurder of his wife
 Beulah Binford, sweetheart of the accused man since she was 13 holds the secret that would clear or con- demn Henry Beattie. But neither the lawyers who seek to send Beattie to the electric chair nor those who are working to save his life, would admit, today, that they would produce the grey eyed girl on the witness stand to either prove or disapprove the tale on which depended the life of the ac- cused man.
 Both prosecution and defense are afraid of her. Despite a series of vi- cious third degree examinations, her real attitude was just as much in doubt, today, as when Henry Beattie was arrested for the murder of his wife. And she laughingly admitted it.
 If they place me on the stand, I will tell the truth" said Beulah, with tinkling, childish laugh that echoed through the iron walled jatl in Rich mond, where she is confined. 'I can't tell you what my testimony will be but it will be the truth
 The slim, little child-woman threw back her head, cast her wealth of golden hair out of her eyes and with an oartburst of the Joy of living seat ed herself on the edge of the plain deal table that with her bed makes up the plain furnishing of her cell Swinging her silk clad ankles to and fro, she answered questions. Evident ly not a thought as to the fate of the calm eyed prisoner who faces the cleo tric chair crossed her mind.
 Do you love Henry Beattie?" she was asked. 'I like him awfuily we'll" came the smiling but evasive reply. He and were awfully good chums. Maybe we were too good chums.''
 The silkep ankles moved slowly and the silvery voice grew softer when she continued, 'I never had a chance. I was too young. I didn't know what it all meant. But Henry was my friend, he took care of me when ev- erything looked dark and dreary. I won't forget that It's hard for a girl to make her way in this world when everything is against her,
 A short silence followed and then: What is a poor girl to do?" The beautiful little child-woman threw her slender arms above her head in des- pair. 'It's hard world on the wom- en- she sighed. Then brghtening she added,
 'I tried to be straight, but every thing was against me. Whenever I tried to get honest work someone would point at me and say: That girl is no good Then I mad no chance. I knew what was right and what was wrong. all right but I never had a chance to do the right thing
 What will you tell about Henry Beattie and his wife if you are placed on the witness stand?'' The girlish laugh rang clear. q can't tell you that she said. ''Wait till take the stand"
 'If Henry is acquitted will you and he be 3churns agaiR?" A shudder shook the girl and sfie said: "I never could trust myself alone with man that had been accused of murder. I think I will never be alone with. Hen ry Beattie again, I would be afraid" And with a shake of her head, the girl-woman shuddered involuntarily. Evidently the chain of circumstantial evidence the state has drawn about Beattie has affected her.
 She concluded the interview: "Oh, I'll tell the truth, I'll teM the truth" and sobbed with motion of dismis- sal. .'We have no idea now of call ing Beulah Binford,'' said Henry M. Smith. chief counsel for the defense.
 The slim figured girl in Richmond thus remains an enigma.