Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1920-08-10
MRS. BRADSTREET,
IN FA|RBUR|V JAIL,
READY FOR TRIAL
By WARD GREENE

FAIRBURN, Ga, Aug. -Four
spots in Fairburn, like four figures
in a painting, stand out today as
centers of interest in the drama that
when Mrs. Katherine Queen Brad.
street goes to trial on the charge OF
conspiring with William B. Green
to embezzle thousands of dollars
from the Fairburn Banking com,
pany.
One Is the home of Green's mother,
vine-oovsred cottage on a quiet
street several blocks from the public
square. Here the passerby sees &C.
casionally a man reading on the front
porch. or digging in the garden in
the backyard, his hair shot with
gray, his face Drowned by the sum-
mer sun. He Is Green, kept close by
his family since he was convicted of
embezzlement in March. They say
his nervous system is completely
On the other side of the town
across the railroad tracks down d
shady country road, is a red-bricE
building, the home of Sheriff Jen-
kins and the Campbell county Jail
In back room, behind a heavy iron
door and barred windows, a womaii
in a blue dressing-gown, lies on u
narrow cot across which the sun.
shine pours. She is Mrs. Bradstreet.
There IS not a man or woman III
Campbell county, according to the
sheriff, who would not pay five dol
lars cash. today to look at her. But,
Wednesday, she will see no one but
her attorneys, her family and news,
paper men.
A stones throw from the house,
up a sloping hill, is mansion, per-
haps the most imposing in Fairburn.
a little girl. They are Green's wife
and daughter, clinging to his HON.
against the proceedings the bank has
brought to GUST them. Every day
or so they cross the railroad tracks
to visit Green. Both were at ms
trial. The town wonders if they
will attend the Bradstreet trial. too.
Green's home on the hill faces an
other hill and another building, the
court house, a pile of red bricks in
the shade of an oak grove, surround
ed by automobiles and buggies. Court
has been in progress week already,
but the crowd has not been great
They are waiting for Wednesday,
when standing room will be at a
premium.
Green May Testify
These four-the court house, the
Jail, Green's home, his mothers home,
so near geographically so separated
by everything else that matters
shelter the principal figures in the
drama. Wednesday all will be under
one roof, unless Mrs. Green decides
not to attend the trial, unless Green,
though subpoenaed, refuses to be a
witness.
On the surface Fairburn is not eX-
cited, but in the corner drug store,
among the groups occupying the side
walk benches, around the dinner ia
BILE in the hotel, even in the court
house itself, little else is discussed
What does she look like? What will
she say? Will she and Green meet
face to face? Can they get jury?
Will the jury convict her or turn her
loose? These and a score Of other
questions are argued by the hour, for
in Fairburn has seen Mrs.
except officers of the law.
The sheriff says he has turned doW nn
more than two hundred requests for
"just a peek"
In the meantime, the woman about
whom all this curiosity has been
aroused continues to declare her in
nocence, bemoans her fate and wants
the public to know among other
things, that she never telephoned
money" and that she was dragged,
she says, from a sickbed to Jail with
out the privilege of a doctors ex-
Fer Third Jail
Mrs Bradstreet has been in Jail
since she was Fearrested last We'd
nesday. It is her third Jail, and not
prison is prison, whether it's the At
lanta police station, the Fulton coun-
ty Tower or Sheriff Jenkins careful
ly tended quarters at Fairburn.
The Jail, like most country "cala-
booses," is part Of the house in
which the sheriff and his family
live. 1t is the western side of the
heavy iron door. It's windows look
out on a farmyard-cows, chickens,
growing things. At present Mrs.
Bradstreet is the only white occu-
pant; there were several negroes In
the colored ward.
Although she occupies a room to
herself on the rear corner and al
though Sheriff Jenkins and his wife
treat her with the utmost. considera-
ters another interesting comparison
20 what it was a year ago today,
when she had just moved into At
lanta's most fashionable hotel.
The cement walls are white-wash-
ed clean, but they are cracked and
scaly in spots. The floor is bare
except for newspapers scattered here
one wall sits the black handbag she
brought with her. over the door. to
an adjoining Mushroom hang her
brown dress and the other clothes
she wore. Her shoes have been kick
ed into one corner. Two pink bed
the middle Of the sea of newspapers.
Over the knob of the single chair
droops a lacy boudoir cap that seems
quite crushed and forlorn.
Her Husband There
Most of Mrs. Bradstreet's waking
and sleeping hours are spent lying
on the cot under the window. Its
the floor and Says woefully Sheriff
Jenkins tells her he is going to get
her a regular bed as soon as pos
sible.
Mrs. Bradstreet huddles in the
blue dressing gown and the bed
clothes against the wall. Her hus-
band, Clarence, sits on the floor be-
side her, his hand stroking her fore.
head. Every day he makes the
twenty-mile trip from Atlanta via
dummy"
Better, Kitty?" he asks.
She makes little moaning noise
L llSu ollClllI JGuhlIS COIlSS IL
with a hot water bottle. and Mrs
Bradstreet perks up long enough to
refuse anything to eat.
That was the picture she presented
to newspaper men when they called
on her last week. at her request, tt
get a statement she wanted to make
"One thing want to say" she
said, 'is to deny the statement by
Green's attorneys that ! called hin
up over the telephone and that HI
had nervous collapse. I don't know
anything about the nervous collapse
but I never telephoned him and ask
cd him for money. Another thing
want to say is to deny the statemen
IF the deputy who arrested me, Gul
att that he telephoned my physician
and my physician told him 1 WASH
sick. l was sick, in bed: I hav'
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