The Sentinel=record., 1912-08-02
ATLANTA WOMAN SAYS REvoL- YER WAS DISCHARGED DuR-
 ING QUARREL AND scuFFLE.
HUSBAND SNEFRs AT STORY
Statement Is Made in Court, But Not Under oath--Avers She Was putifu and Loving Wife
 at All Times.

Atlanta, Ga, Aug. 1.--With her husbands face leerlng at her from the pillow of his cot, Mrs. Daisy Opie Grace today related her story to the jury.
 T didn't shoot Mir Grace, and hs knows 1t; as God is my judge, that's the solemn truth" she exclaimed dramatically, and Grace's lips parted in cynical smile It was a remark able story. told in calm, even voice without pause, as though it had been well rehearsed. Grace was revealed in black colors as a creature who had rewarded wifely love and generosity with tae grossest cruelty and infldel- ity.
 Mrs. Grace occupied the better part of an hour in it's telling. and at it's conclusion she left the stand and the defense rested it's case. As she did not make the statement under oath. the prosecution was denied the priv ilege of cross-examination. The state then put on one or two witnesses in febuttal, and finally rested.
 Mrs. Grace declared In her state ment that Grace shot himself during scuffle with her for possession of pistol with which he was trying to shoot her. She said he had beat- en her and choked her frequently, but that in spite of his mistreatment she had made for him every sacri- flee in this world that a woman could make for a man.
 From the time she met him until the day of the shooting, she said. she had given him $1h000 in cash "T was as true to him as any wife could be- she said, "and 1 always humored and petted him like a spoiled child.''
 He sprang out of bed and grabbed my left wrist with his right hand and my right wrist with his left hand" she said in relating the circumstances of the shooting at the Grace home one morning several weeks ago in a fashionable Atlanta suburb. We struggled and he backed me over against the bureau and twisted my left hand so hard that I dropped the power of attorney papers he did not want me to destroy on the floor. Then he let go of that hand and grabbed my throat with his right hand and reached in the bureau drawer and took out his revolver. He was cursing in low voice and his face was so distorted with rage that I was badly scared. When he made a motion to hit me with the pistol and then tried to shoot me, threw all my weight and strength against him, grabbed him around the arms and backed him over the he'd. Soon as his ssags came, sisf contact with the bed he fefl over backwards, with me on top of him. was push ing, pulling and showing to keep him from shooting me, when suddenly the pistol went off and I screamed and jumped up He told me to stop screaming, that he was not hurt and that the thing for me to do was to get cut of the house and leave tine ble that l would never tell what hap pened, as it would disgrace us both forever
 Gentlemen. didn't shoot Mir. Grace and he knows 1t: as God Is my judge, that is the solemn truthl',
 She said she wanted 10 call up doctor. but Grace refused to permit her, and insisted that she should go. He said, If this damn thing should get out in the neighborhood like thiss all his business and social prospects, would be gone forever"
 Grace's only comment after his wife had finished her story was:
 Tt sounds slim to me: doesn't it to you