The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-07-01

New York July 1-'rIf a, word from me would free Becker from the death house I would say that word gladly said Jack Rose, the bald ex-gambier and informer, as he sat last night in the home of Reginald Wright Kauff- man, the playwright, and denied with all the force of his unique personality that Becker's conviction was the re- suit of "tframe-up.''
 'tI testified at three trials and Isto1d the truth Rose said, leaning for ward and emphasizing his words with Ievel1ed forefnger. q told the truth and I say 1t again, Becker instigated the murder of Rosenthal, I am sorry for him, sorry as am for any man in the death house. and if could help him I would. But what can I do? I am not Beclxer's persecutor, neither am I his Hberator- I merely have told the trufh.''
 Then the desire to answer all the attacks that have been made on him during the last stages of the fight to save BecAer's life broke down the barrier of reserve that Rose has main tained so long and he poured forth a tale that held the writer of fiction silent in admiration of it's clinaxes.
 Rose told of the weeks in which messenger after messenger from Becker's friends came to him with
 
 man he had helped send to the chair, his emotions as he refused them be- cause he felt he could do nothing without committing perjury, and final 1y of last Sunday when Mrs Beck CT went to him with a final message from Charlie a message which was never delivered.
 TeTIs About Meeting.
 Rose was moved to reveal this be cause4 of the publication in an evening paper yesterday of story that he had met Mrs. Becker and promised to go to Gov. Whitman in an attempt to get ctemency for her husband. posterous tine way it was printed. and then made his own explanation of the meeting with Mrs. Becker. 1T had not been in New York for five weeks until last Saturday, he said, having spent all my time in in connection with my moving picture business. But all this time agents and messengers from the Becker camp have come to me asking me to help Becker. They never took the att1- tude that he was not morally guilty, but that a way out could be found for him through a legal eechnica1ity. They seemed to think hat, It might know what it was.
 E .'It was not in my agreement with Che d1str4ct attorney that I should htave any connection with the case after finished testifying that should be Beckerss persecutor, that should help in carrying out the order of the court. Time heals all wounds and I would gladly help Becker, but Twas forced to tell them that I could ao- nothing.
 ''Then last Saturday came here on business and I was met that after noon by another agent of Becker's. cannot tell who he was except to the District Attorney. I will tell him if he wishes to know. The next day, Sunday, Sam Schepps called me up at my hotel. and asked me to come over to his teWaelEy store in Seventh ave nIe. went over and there found him talking with another man, an- other one from the Becker camp.
 ''1 talked with them some time, leaning on the counter, my back to the door, and then noticed that the men stopped talking and turned to- ward the door,
 His Voace Breaks
 Rosess voice which is deep and resonant, and which had been swing ing along in the cadences that make him one to whom 1t Is a pleasure to listen. broke and he gu1ped a n7o- nlez1f.
 'I turned agound and there in the doorway saw Mrs. Becker he went on. *"You can imagine how I felt, 1t