The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1911-09-09
IT'S NOT OVER YET.
CALMLY DECLARES
HENRY c, BEATT|E
Marvellous Nerve of Uxor-
eide Continues .Unbroken,
and the Condemned Youth
Still Retains Hope.
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startling suddenness. IL voices, in
stead OF the usual one of the foreman.
spoke the single word, Guilty" 1t
was almost shout.
Death Points to Him.
The specter of death which stalked
Midlothian turnpike on July Is last,
when the life OF Mrs. Louise Owen
Beattie was taken away with the sin
gle report of a shotgun, stared hard at
the young husband, ready to claim it's
victim by electrccution on Friday. No
werner "a next, but the prisoner re-
turned the gaze, answering and una
fraid.
The Court of Appeals, to be sure,
will be asked to grant writ OF error
and a new trial. Young Beattie, cogni-
zant of the legal weapons yet at his
disposal did not surrender
He consoled his broken-down father
white haired and wrinkled, and COM
forted him as he whispered: II haven't
lost yet, father"
The expression of the jurors faces.
half filed with awe by what they had
done. half filed with pity for him,
made no impression whatever upon
the strange boy. Nor did the solemn
gaze of 500 spectators, nor the shouts
Of GUILTY." on tho lawn outside: nor
the clicking of a dozen telegraph in
struments almost at his ear. which
wc.,e sending out to the whole cOun-
try the word of his conviction.
He stool motionless, with his hands
at his side. his shoulder squared his
head thrown back, his eyes directed
straight forward. Not a tremor. not a
blink betrayed fear or regret. He was
magnificent In his defiance of defeat.
Judges Voice Trembles.
/ A few moments later when Judge
Watson, with a tremble in his voice,
'solemnly sentenced him to be electro
,cuted on Friday, November "a, he
stood quite as steadily and at the con-
clusion of the pronouncement nodded
easily. as though to say: Yes. quite
So"
Not anywhere else in America, per-
0uRO ia NuSSS HtoNSih
there be such scene as the one in
which young Beattie figured as the
leading character as dusk was falling
tonight.
The Jurors went out at 5:29 o'clock,
retiring to diminutive room upstairs
In the courthouse-a place with one
chair, a battered old table. single
unshaded kerosene lamp and with a
wasp's nest ornamenting one corner
and an ancient buggy seat, upended,
standing in another.
Those who had places within the
courtroom did not move them, though
they could scarcely breathe, so closely
were they damned together. Those
who had vantage points outside. in
trees, on little scaffoldings. on boxes
and camp stools. likewise held their
posts Every one waited. not knowing
whether the wait would be one hour OF
AVE.
A buzz of speculation sounded
Queer stories were whispered about
The elder Beattie held a $4,000 mort
gage against one of the jurors, some
said. Others declared that from intan
,gible sources had come report that
the Arst ballot was nine for conviction
three for acquittal.
Still others vowed that they knew
two jurors who would hold out forever
for verdict OF not guilty.
II began to grow dark. Old Sheriff
Gill. with his pairt-brush beard. moved
about slowly and lighted the four littlt
oil lamps. backed by the reflectors
(which provided all the illumination
this place has. They flickered in the
soft southern breeze and cast dancing
shadows on the whitewashed ceiling
AT 1925 the clatter of feet on the
stairway and sudden hustle at the
rear door announced that the juror,
were returning. A hurry call was sen
out for Beattie, who had been takel
for an airing. and he stepped brisk!
in through side entrance eXhaling ;
cloud OF cigaret smoke.
Ready for the Verdict.
There was moment OF silence al
he and the jurors took seats. The tele
graph instruments which had been rul
right into the courtroom ceased thei
CHATTER. There was only the noise o
the katydids on the old trees
The judge asked the foreman of tn,
jury. n, w. Farley, If verdict ha,
been reached. Farley gulped and mold
ed nervously. Then came the ancien
formula.
Henry Clay Beattie. Jr., stand up
ppt0nnnr 1nnE he ivr s,,,
ors look you on the prisoner Gentle
men. how find you. guilty, or not gull
ty?"
The unanimous chorus. the tripl
"Guilty! Guilty! GUILTY." in doze
different voices, has perhaps neve
been heard before in any American
courthouse.