Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1912-02-19

swering these simple questions, Mrs. Har-
ward?
Mrs. HIT is very painful.
Detective N.-Answer me, when?
Mrs. 1.-Two days before his death.
Detective N.-And was he all right.
then, straight and sober?
Mrs. H,-No, he was in a state of
bestial intoxication.
Detective N.-And did you quarrel with
Mrs. H.-Not. exactly. Something hap
Detective -N.-What happened?
Mrs. H.-My little baby was taken sud
denly i'll, and in the excitement of send
ing for. a doctor and all that, | forgot
everything else.
Detective N.-And that is the last time
you saw your husband alive?
Detective N.-You don't know whether
days preceding his death or not?
Mrs. H.--No, ! don't know.
Detective Nile prohab bly, was. don't
and decided to make an end of It?
Mrs. H.-Yes, I believe he did.
Detective N;--Yes, but here's the strange
was a forty and the bullet that Killed
him was a thirty-two.
Mrs. II. Molly! tshe rises and staggers
Detective N.-(Closes his book, rises de-
liberately and crosses to her, placing his
udIu Oh ne1 SlOulueFJ.
Harvard. Sit down. Here - sit Byte by the f fire.
You'll find It more comfortable.
and crosses unstead.ly to chair by fire.
place, sinks into It'd.
detective Nelson watches her cross, then
folloWs and stands looking at her for a
Detective MIN sorry, sorry. Hadn't
You better send your servant away?
Mrs. H.-No, it's all right.
Detective N Showing bar raxyoIyo,N 7
found this on the bank of the Harlem
River. 1t was thrown there from a car
Tiage on the day following the murder.
here to your door. A lady alighted and
entered your house. 1 Instituted a close
search and found the revolver today.
you've no right to think
Detective N.-Think what?
Mrs. H.-What you are thinking.
Detective N.,9Just what l am thinking.
Mrs. H-That I killed Mr.. Harvard.
Detective My case is complete.
terrible mistake.
Defective. M never make mistakes of
this kind Mrs. Harvard
Mrs. H.--You are making one now.
Detective Mo.
Mrs. .H.--(crosslng RI. must tell you
goodnight, Mr.. Nelson.
Detective NJ can't permit you to go,
Mrs. H.-Well, come in the morning and
we'll talk It over again. You wouldn't
want to make a mistake like this, would
you?
Detective N.--No. and God knows I wish
1t were a mistake, but it isn't.
moment, then gives way.
Mrs. H.-oh. well, 1t doesn't make much
difference, not very much. Well, ! suppose
you're going to arrest me, and tomorrow
it will be in all the papers. OF course you
detectives can't have sentiment. You're
Just detectives, not men. Yes, I killed
and I killed him. Now you know. You
have your motive, and YOU case is com
piete. He killed, my baby n ] killed
customary state of drunkenness. He took
that little thing and tossed him to the
ceiling, and when the little form came
and fell on the floor. He was terribly
hurt. He only lived two days. And, when
| saw all the light die out of his baby
eyes, 1 was wild with grief. l didn't know
got that revolver, rushed into the library,
he came toward me with a drunken smile
on his face, and / killed him. And now
you can do anything you like with me.
There can never be any more happiness
for me. SO why should ! want to live?
oh, no, no, I can't face the dreary years
to come. I shall always be thinking of
the little head that nestled on my breast,
those little fingers that twined round mine,
me when I called him, the baby voice ring
ing In my ears. No, 1 don't want to live.
Do with me what you like. Nothing mat
tiers now. Nothing matters now. Gals
Detective N.-(Crosses to her and surveys
her silently for a moment. Mrs. Har-
ward, this is the hardest thing 1 ever had
Mrs. Hare you going to make the ar
Detective N.-Yes. Molly, get your mis-
Mrs. H.-Yes. Molly exits RI.
Mrs. Harvard rises and starts to follow,
when Detective Nelson lays restraining
Mrs. H.-You can trust me. I don't
care that much.
Mrs. H.-You can trust me.
Gle releases her reluctantly and she
GIe looks after her for a moment. then
Detective Mt isn't the pleasantest
y NJ nd n the : w Worries being Saa n a dgetee 1Ogr
cunning against that of the criminal. but
when 1t comes to tearing at a woman's
TOO bad TOO bad! Crosses. looks at
picture, comes down to table, in deep
thought. I think | can see her now,
ing the revolver in her hand, to kill the
beast who robbed her of her young: and
as she fires the fatal shot I think / can
tice, holding the scales. In one side the
ghosts of her girlish faith, her pride, her
love, and, last of all, the mangied body
of her little baby; In the other side the
~lifeless form of the wretch who called
himself her protector. And the scales
balance. Sometimes | think there would
be more Justice in the world If 1t were
melted out by the Individual: IL there were
less law there would be less crime. If
this wretch had known that II lay in
this woman power to kill him and go
unpublished | wonder If he would have
made the ruin Of her life that he did.
OH well, no difference how much sym !
unfhv I nav faaI for ba,. 7 a onff La lar