The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-03-16

Mrs, Angles voice was calm, her manner collected as she resumed the witness stand. She told of coming to Stamford after leaving a convent school and working for father as a bookkeeper. Women in the spec tators seats-those fortunate enough to get seats had been at the court house a couple of hours after sun rise-sat forward and seemed to hang on her every word.
 Her calm, even tones were main tained until a question was asked as to her meeting with Waldo R. Bal lou. Tears weiIed up in her eyes and she stif1ed a sob as she struggled through the answer
 Gradually her counsel led up to the events of the night of June 23, 1914 when BaIIou was found dying mention of Ballou's name in connec- tion with that day. Mrs. Angle openly wept.
 Bal1ou had been fond of her-had even asked her to marry him, she told the Jurors with bit of a. smile apartments.
 His visit on June 2s was one Of many, and they spent an evening chat ting, she, said. Each had had two drinks of whiskey Bal1ou left to go home and shortly afterward she
 
 "I thought at first it was a street noise,,' she said. ''Then thought of Jimmy. I went downstairs.
 Stretched across the stairs. and blocking my further progress, lay Jimmy, 9 she cried as her voice chok- ed with emotion and she tried to smother her sobs with a handker- chief.
 She told of, dragging Ballou to the street and then finding his bloody hat on the stairs. She said she paced her apartments flor what seemed a thou sand years.''
 Then the police came. There were questions and questions. She begged Chief Brennan to call up the hospital and find out how Jimmy was.
 Bill, Bill, won't you please, please call up the hospital and he himself will tell you nothing happened be- tween us." she testified she told the chief.
 The chief called up the hospital. Mrs. Angle waited at the phone,
 Then he turned to me and learn ed the only person who loved me was dead, dead" she continued, her voice rising to almost a shriek. Then she completely broke down. She wept for several minutes before she was able to go on.
 Scores of women, in new spring at tire, followed her through her dra- matic recital, all hunched forward in their chairs and their gaze riveted on the fearful witness.
 They had come into court for three successive days in the cxpec- tation of hearing the story that was now being unfoIded. Some of them wept openly. Others jIst stared and stay ed at the tall. gray -haired woman in the witness stand.
 As Mrs. Angle verged near colIa pse. w.e en .ecess was t-sxen, her father fa&tGIe6 e.om his sea- 10 her Sit.~
 ..he-e, there, dear: you will be all right ill nainute,' he whispered to her. Ills big hands c1osae9 over both of hels as he assisted her from ber seat.
 As father and daughter passed out of the courtroom, two women pushed forward from the spectators seat. They both wrung Mrs. Angles hands and said what they thought were cheering words. She tried to smile through her tears in acknowledge nent.
 women waited, expecting to grab seats vacated during the noon recess Mrs. Angle was to resume her story this afternoon, however, and few of the women spectators went out for lunch. They apparently preferred hunger to losing their seats.
 The sheriffs this afternoon turn ed away hundreds who sought admis- sion to the courtroom.
 Mrs Angle did not go out to lunch She. went mediately to the sheriff's office, when court recessed, and there she partook of a frugal in from the Stratfie1d hotel, nearby.