The Washington herald., 1911-07-30

lah would not have dared to address
Louise. But now she dared anything.
"Henry's mine." she exclaimed passion
ately. I've given myself to him. Per
haps you don't know that. Perhaps you
don't know that he was the father of my
baby that's dead? He's mine. say. and
you shant have him."
The gently reared Louise Owen was
just as brave. No; he's mine." she said.
I'm going to be his wife. You're Beulah
Binford. aren't you? 1 know OF you. I'm
sorry for you, my dear. I'm sorry for
your baby that's dead. And I'm going
to do everything I can do for you: but
Henry shall not be yours
The proud Miss Owen-dread the sub
ject as she might-went to the older
Beattie and with tears OF sympathy in
her eyes pleaded the cause OF the little
girl Beulah had suffered, she said.
Beulah should have something. The old
merchant allowed himself to be won ever.
He gave Louise Owen $500.
Louise Owen. with her own hands. gave
it over to Beulah Binford. and wished
her well. And Beulah went back again
into the obscurity that hAf covered her
since she had gone away Just before the
birth of her baby.
Learned Much of Husband.
Of the last days of her engagement. 1t
was with the knowledge of all this that
she began her honeymoon. Could a
woman have been thoroughly happy with
this experience? or trusting as not
to fear Beulah Binford? 1t is to be Won
dered
Within the last few days II has be-
come known to the State that before
ha irth ~ hpr hal w Dar
thought should have been pleasing, every
prospect one of joy. the young wife
found unmistakable evidence that her
husband, the father of this cherished
child-to-be. had gone again to the little,
mirth-loving Beulah.
The wife was not superhuman. She
was not completely martyr. She up
braided the man. She told her mother
and Mrs. Owen added her reproaches
But he-and the mother will tell this On
the stand-disregaTded them until his
wife said:
I'll tell your father about this. I'll
tell him what sort of a husband, what
sort of a son, you are. And you'll see
then whether you'll get his Sl0S,0O5-
whether you'll keep on taking anything
you like from his cash drawer"
1t was not an overwhelming love for
Beulah, the State will declare, that ed
life. 1t was fear that perhaps her threat
might come true, fear that his father
might cut him off. There might be other
Beulahs, other joy rides, other excur-
sions to the roundhouses. and parties in
the cafes but there would be no other
fortunes That this situation provided
motive enough will bs argued.
Cousins Purchase Is Mystery.
The only unexplained thing is why he
had his cousin, Paul Beattie, buy for him
the gun with which the shooting was
done; why he could not have been certain
that Paul would tell of the purchase and
thus cast suspicion upon him.
Beattie, tall. lank, with heavy crop
Of chestnut hair, parted in the middle,
and thick, looks more like a country
sport" than the scion Of proud family.
He has no pride. no aloofness toward
strangers
He was strumming his guitar to the
tune Of "Shine On, Harvest Moon," and
inhaling smoke from a cigarette dangling
from his lips when visitor approached
this morning.
How do, SIR" he drawled. The visit
seemed-he gave this impression family
a sort of diversion. almost an honor.
It reckon 1 can't do any talking" he
replied to questions and picked/up his
guitar again as the visitor departed, and
went on with Harvest Moon" lust one
flight above him, in an airy room-it is
scarcely a cell, despite its steel bars-is
Beulah. held as witness. 1t is difficult
to portray exactly her type.
She is simply coquettish. She is a little
thing, perhaps five feet four inches. She
may weigh lis pounds. Her eyes are
dark blue, rather large, straight gazing.
friendly eyes, and they dance bit. Her
nose is straight and good, her neck is
figure. Her hair. a little finer
lively parted in the middle for a short
ed circularly above. Altogether, Beulah
is pretty-and knows 1t.
Bculah Is in Doubt.
IT don't know what I'll do she said,
when She was asked If she intended to
prove her ailoi by naming the rich young
married man with whom she was riding
the night of the tragedy.
She reads the newspapers and novels,
sings, and dances about a little bit. plays
the baby game of Jacks" occasionally,
but mostly INDUCES in self-commisera-I
ton over the fact that her food money"
with which she has been buying extra
meals, is nearly gone.
So there the situation rests while all
the South awaits the trial.
1t is the old folks alone who grieve.
r nr the tragedy of a wrecked life, a
mt.herless baby, and disgraced name,
the !. 1ung folks have their own antidotes,
Henry plays Harvest Moon" and Beulah
nlays lacks" !"