The Washington times., 1911-07-25

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IT all. and then think how you would
live, how you could plan for the future
Oh, l don't believe you can!
Harry tried 10 keep away from me.
wanted him to, and / tried to help him.
! There were other men knew and liked,
and / do not doubt there were other
women in Henry's life, other women TIL
II will not believe he didn't love her
| Our neutrality-suspicious. 1t what
| You will-was the tie of memory, a bond
! of the past We did not seem to be able
| to break. But the murder never grew
out Of that; there was nothing to start
! so terrible a train of events.
! Monday was a pleasant dav. but
nothing extraordinary happened. l hal
some post card pictures taken. and 1
took some pictures myself with my cam
era. but l was home early. Tuesday l
! vas only out OnLe, and that was be-
| tween and o'clock. when / took my
camera to n photographer. and l was
happy then. more OF less. There seemed
| q prospect of something hetter than the
| endless trying for work that didn't ma
terialize in strange cities. and l hadn't
prcmonition 4f what that night was
| tc bring about"
The Face of a Child.
TO a student Of human nature the
girl whose beauty none may deny, AL
though 1t is Of that blonde and elusive
quality that Is born of fair skin. a
good color, and quantities of light hair,
o@ers ar exceptionally good study.
Her face is that OF an innocent child,
the tragedy and the suffering of these
past four years have left no shadow
in the eyes, no lines about the girlish
mouth with its soft curves, and in her
love Of pretty clothes, and of dainty
things, she is essentially feminine.
Truly feminine, too, Is her obvious
love of admiration, her shuddering
withdrawal from the notoriety of the
present case, but beneath II all, beneath
the sweetness and the youth there lies
shrewd brain, and a heart full of
swift emotions, and the brain is figur-
ing all the time. for way out, for a
chance for the man she says she does
not love even while her actions belle
her words, while the heart Is driving
her on to sacrifice her life IL need be
to save the father OF her dead child.
II wish l could have died in his place."
she says, 1t wouldn't matter about me,
and his father loves him, know. and
Henry is a man the world might give
the chance that 1t denys to me-
OF her alleged engagement to Bob
Fisher, the baseball player, she would
not talk, although she admitted that
she had loved another man during the
years that she and Beattie were sep
Rrated. She was equally reticent re-
garding the payment by Beattie of $500
to keep her out of Richmond after his
wedding but the whole OF the story of
her downfall, the whole Of the tragedy
that has brought her to a prison cell,
the central figure In 4 maze of murder
and crime lies in her cray of you are
a woman, you will undei stand-I never
had a chance, never-and will never
have one now. There Is no going back
for a girl no matter how hard she
tries"
What Beattie's Wife Knew.
Just how much of Beattie's love for
Beulah Binford, his wife knew no one
will ever know. Before their marriage,
IL is said. he told her much of the lIaison,
which he thought was over, and, al
though she knew of the return of the
girl to Richmond, it is said she was
willing to forgive, to overlook any
thing. and to play the tender and Cor
giving wife. as many times as he might
err.
This. too, is affirmed by Beulah Bin
ford who protests that Beattie knew
and appreciated his wifes love, and
spoke of her always tenderly and |
sweetly. although his stoical indiffer- !
ence since her death, the absence of |
tears. or grief, or of a word OF regret |
belle the girls declaration unless the |
with sorrow too deep for any hand |
but that of time to bring to the surface, |
At the mention of Beulah, however, |
the light leaps into his eyes, and the |
mans calm is shaken. and he has sew
eral times sent her tender messages,
and pleaded to be allowed to see her, |
but without success.
He has seen the prettiness Of the child
blossom into the beauty of the woman,
and the PASSION began with those
child, wait till you grow up has
leaped, so II is said, into the wild pas
sion of a man for a woman who means /
the whole world to him.
No Bitterness Toward Him,
There Is no bitterness in the girls
heart against this man who set her
feet into the path which she has trod-
den. no cry that he tempted her-I
simply the gentle statement "I love
him." as If that explained everything.
and perhaps to the women of the world |
It will: She is not bitter, either, against
the other woman to whom she is so
strangely bound by the bonds Of traR-
edy, forged by that shot last Tuesday
the young wife, who had kissed her
mother and started out so happily for
a lovers ride, a real honeymoon trip,"
alone with her husband.
She has no word to say Of Mrs. Paul
Beattie, whose urging persuaded the
conscience-stricken cousin Of the ac-
cused man into telling the story Of the
buying of the gun, the woman who
cried out, Tell the truth, Paul, and |
everything will be all right" and who
still keeps up plucky front, cheerfully
confident that her husband will soon
come home to her a free man from the
Jail where he is now held as a witness.
OF the mother of the dead woman,
who, with her husband, has gone to
Newport News, taking the five-weeks-
Did baby so ptifully orphaned, she
speaks with tenderness and pity and
wistful respect-tbe respect of the girl
who has tasted the dregs of life, for the
years to the heights of beautiful wom-
lnhood. and her pity. too, is extended
20 the Beatties, whose love and pride in
he wayward boy she knows so well.
ut has broken a lot of hearts," she
said, sadly. ''and when l think of it, 1t
Ill seems big and terrible. 1 feel sort
IF little to mind the tobacco smoke that
,ause l want a powder pun, and be-
,ause it's my birthday and I haven't
sven freedom as gift, yet suppose,
ust because I'm a woman. do feel
he little things
The slip Of girl whom life has never
given chance" and who thus for the
1rst time told the story Of her life, win
August IA. when she will be one of the
main witnesses at the trial of Henry I
wife. '-''
She is denied to all visitors, and the
,nly way she whiles away the hours,
he only chance she has to shut out the
Nightmare of thought is the newspapers
which she reads with avidity, or by
Keeping to the door of her cell, and striV-
nR hear fha 1,oioa oF -a..- |