The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-10-24
No Chance of
Conviction Is
Now Admitted

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woman sits Florence Conklin Car
man. who is charged with killing
CONVERSATION SHE OVER
TAGRAPH between her husband,
DR.. Edwin Carman, and Airs.
Bailey.
Mrs. Carman is tall. perhaps
feet 3 inches, and moderately
slender. Her face il coldly hand
some. Her large expressionless
eyes are gray blue. Underneath
them there is a smudge of blue
ish flesh printed by the thumb OF
time. Her nose il long and slight
ly tilted, her mouth regular, and
when she smiles, as she does fire.
quently during the trial. II re-
veals wonderfully perfect teeth.
She is dressed In a tailor-lnada
costume OF dark blue. buttoned
almost to the throat, in this sea-
sons fashion. But a wide collar
of white linen, which has a pieat-
ed rufffe. softens her throat.
To all appearance she Is as
calm as she was when presiding
secretary at the meeting of the
Wonan's Suffrage society Of
FrcePort, where the crime with
which she Is charged occurred
during the hsIf-hour between
7;s5 and q: 10 on the evening Of
June 80, this year.
Let IL be noted that. after she
was accused of murder, Mrs. Car
man offered to resign as an or
ficer of this society, and her resig-
nation was refused by the MEM
bers as a mark of confidence in
her.
Its detached wires sprawling
over the table in front of her lies
the dictagraph, the mec haIflca1
eavesdropper which she installed
secretly In her husbands office TO
spy upon him and JUSTIFY
THE JEALOUSY WHICH ATE,
AT HER HEART.
Almost in front of the dTeta-
graph sits the husband of Louise
Bailey, the pretty. dainty. trusted
wife and mother who was killed
by shot fired Through the win
dow of DIR. Carman's office.
Next to him are the public
prosecutor and his assistant.
Then come George Levy and Sur
rogate John Graham, Mrs. Car
mans counsel.
Between these two men sits the
heavy, norfd. handsome. bnlI-
necked Edwin Csrman, known
since his college days as a devil
among the women and for love of
whom Florence Carman is said to
have killed.
In court he has lost his smiI-
ing, conquering, Iady-kilIer mani
ner. He is nervous, the big hand
that lies over the back of his
chair CLAsPING AND UNCLaSP-
ING FEVERISHLY ALL DAY
LONG.
Parallel with this table lies the
jury box to the right and the
three tables for the press on the
left.
Beyond on a raise dais which,
because of the resemblance TO the
altar increases the church-like at
mosphere to the place. sits STU
preme Court Justice Charles KEEL
by, who was a West Pointer be-
fore he became a lawyer and
whose charge to the jury will
decide Mrs. Carman's fate.
The windows, framed with
creeping vines, are open. and
through them you survey the lev
Ell stretches of the Long Island
landscape, and in the distance the
spire of a church built by STAN
ford White which lifts an accus-
ing finger to the sky.
The setting is so perfect for
the Carman trial that you almost
wonder whether IL was designed
by David Beiasco.
Watching the piebald plume of
Mrs. Carman's black velvet hat as
it stirs In the cool autumn wind,
you observe that Il Is the only
thing about her which seems to
be moved by anything. Yet you
feel that UNDER THAT ICE
THERE is FIRE that within that
placid breast Turk the fires OF
rage for murder.
More than ever I am convinced
that If Florence Carman killed
Louise Bailey she did 1T from
OUTRAGED PRIDE rather than
from love.
She had been tortured for years
by Jealousy. by the hints OF her
women acauaintances that her
husband was untrue to her. by
the jovial comments of the men
she knew that they wished they
could take life - easy as the
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