The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1920-11-06

In the apartment. When l heard thu
elevator stopping, I had looked ar0un(
over my shoulder as Wick emerged.
HE was standiRg." said Wick, Of
his own accord, speaking direct to the
Jurors, with his back against the
door, One hand-his right hand-was
behind him. thought at first he
might have a revolver in it and drew
one | always carry, but he had not
1t looked as If he had just slipped out
Of the door and was reaching behind
him. to close 1t when | discovered
him."
THAT win be ALL" said my counsel,
to my great disappointment. Through
out the mixed medley of truth and lies
that Wick had been telling there had
been manifest to me his deliberate
purpose to discredit me and cast sus-
piciOn on me-. felt certain that an
ADLER lawyer could quickly have rid.
died his testimony, but McGregor
showed no disposition to take adyan-
tage of his opportunity,
Nellie Kelly was called. Briefly
she told of her job-switchboar op-
orator at the Granddeck. She cor
rObOrated Wick's story of my first ar
rival at the Granddeck and bore out
his statements about my having chat
ted with her and also told of having
gone to dinner with me. When | had
begun questioning her about other
tenants, she said she excused herself
and went to the telephone and called
up the Granddeck for advice as TO
how she should answer. For some
reason, she said, when she returned
after phoning, the defendant had not
questioned her further but had seem
ed anxious to get away from the res
taurant.
You say" said McGregor, as he
began her crOss-examination, that
your name is Nellie Kelly. Is that
your real hame?"
My cOunsel's unexpected question
came as thunderbolt to the opposi-
ton. The whole courtroom seemed
to sense that something crucial was
about to be brought out. The Jurors
to a man leaned forward TO listen for
her answer. The district attorney,
plainly puzzled, half rose in his seat
and then subsidized. Wick's face went
white, and the girl herself started and
her eyes turned helplessly to Wick, as
if seeking instructions as to how TO
answer.
us that your real nameY' Nc
Gregor repeated this time little
more emphaically,
ut is-that is-it was" she STAN.
mered.
1T was your name" said Nc.
Gregor sarcastically, sand what might
be your name now?"
MY name" the girl hesitated rs
II struggling with herself, and then
casting a defiant look in Wick's di-
rection. she answered with pride rath- !
er than with boldness. "my name is
Mrs. Edward Moore"
The wife Of Lefty Moore the bur
gtar in Sing Sing. you mean. do Won
not? sneered McGregor.
Il am" she replied with q nroud
lifting of her chin and fash in bor
eye. I'm Lefty Moore's wife and
I'm proud that am-his lawfully
welded wife and don't care who
knows it. love Lefty Moore"
There was instant cOnsternotior :,
Inc district attorneys camp. with
visions of discredited testimony con-
-ronting him, he was on his feet roor
ng objections. Throughout the whole
courtroom there was a sibilant Stir
ina the judge began rapping for or,
Ter. io1 u
OioSe Oenind my counsel my mother
lad been sitting, accompanied bv some
'oman wearing heavy veil 7 had
aid little attention to her hitherto
Imposing that.it was some hotel maid
'hom my mother had hired to accom-.
any her to court, for so far as I knew
~ mother had no women acouatnt.
noes in New York. This woman
ow, to my amazement, reached for.
'ard anG plucked McGregor by tba
leeve. AS she pushed back bor vo,I
. whisper to him, to my utter sur.
rlse and CONSERVATION saw that il
as Barbara Bradford.