New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-02-28
BY EMMA BUGBEE.

Everybody on the train was gong
into the sunshine yesterday except MI
Becker. She was going 20 sing sing.
A group Of girls merry as the day ~
self. were out for 'cross-countrE
tramp Children az the stations fell
upon their homecoming fathers with
shr.oEs Of JOY, dragging them OIL 70 a
Saturday afternoon frolic. The Hud-
son sparklcd IN the sunshine, and even
the seagul,s squawked toyously.
Mrs Becker was happy, too, though
she had no ewes for the sunshine. She
was going 90 see her husband.
saturday is the only day in tho week
for nc" she said, 81 look forward 10 It
all the time. would like TO go twice
a week TO see my husband. but 1t isn't
allowed
Every Saturday since cV-Licutenant
Charles Becker was sent to the death
house his wife has gone up TO see him.
She is as dependable as the sun and
much more important 70 Becker, shut
UP in his stone cell
IN fact, the sun rises only once n
week for him. That is on Saturday
noon Then she comes with her pretty
quick smile and her laugh and cheers
him up for another week. She IS an
aLflANLlht l|LIlt hbIIdIs " lNA ANEF
cheeks and soft brown hair that shows
not n trace Of gray in spite Of all the
trouble Of the last two years. Her
eyes are hazel, fecked with brown, and
thew twinkle easily She dresses al
ways in black, but daintily. Yesterday
she wore a fluffy white waist cut low
AT the throat. with a black velvet rib
bon about her neck. Furs and smart
l.. 10
her Of wearing her best clothes as part
Of the campaign to cheer her husband
up.
Everybody on the route knows Mrs.
Becker by this time. | went up with
her Yesterday and saw how tranmen,
newsbovs and cab drivers paid their
homage to her faithfulness. There
was always cap lifted. a smile and
greeting which she answered merrily.
Mrs. Becker does not believe in parad-
ing her sorrow At the entrance to
Sing Sing workman, rakinG up leaves
on the lawn, waved her a greeting as
we rolled by in the tiny hack. At n
point opposite one Of the buildings
she leaned forward and waved. herself.
A futter of white answered from the
window.
Signals 10 Guard.
THAT is the guard" she said, ~ al
ways wave TO him"
The guards and chaplain received
her with the flppant gallantry, which
men use on such occasions, as q sub
stitute for the admiration they do not
know how 10 express. The chaplain
had a button missing from his coat
She tcascd him about II.
Then, with the smile swiftly fading
from her lips, she went down into the
death house.
Yesterdays conference was more Sc
rious than usual. There was the fail
ure Of the Marshall incident TO win a
new trial and there were nerves il the
death house shaken by the execution
OF three the day before. Also Mrs.
Becker carried with her the printed
brief, which will be used in the hearing
for the new trial. She has to be her
husbands legal aid as we'll as his com
fOrter, on these visits. Every Friday
afternoon after school she goes to see
Martin T. Manton, Becker's counsel, in
order TO report on the latest legal de-
vclopments of the case when she sees
her hush d.
Cheering Smiles Gone.
! don't know what they talked about
yesterday. | didn't ask. | only know
that when she came back after two
hours the smile was all gone.
We rode in silence down to the sta
ton. She looked out across the sunlit
/ Hudson.
isn't il awful" she shivered, etc
J think Of all those people shut up away