The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-08-06
By sIEGFRIED D. wEYER.

tl N. $. Stan CorreSpondent-)
 New York. Aug. 6-"Sid Hatfield Killed in Gun Fight"
 A flood of memories was released by the news flash from Welch, W. V,., where the youthful ex-chief of police of Matewan, central figure in the 6a- nous Trigger Trial" was shot dead on August 1 by Detective c. M. Lively, an equally dramatic character in the Mingo miners murder case.
 Making a good job" of 1t while he had the chance, Lively also sent a bullet into the heart of Ed Chambers, the baby of defendants row at the trial, which dragged along for eight weeks early this year and ended in the acquitta1 of Hatfield and his IS co-defendants-
 Once more the "gat'' has -,oken where the law had said Not GU ity!"
 Lively stands the avenger Of the seven Baldwin-Felts detectives killed in the one-and-one-hah minute gun battle at the little mining town of victims were Albert and Lee Felts. What their brother, Tom Felts, head i of the detective agency, failed to achieve with a long and costly trial the most brilliant lawyers of the South. the bullets of his star sleuth have done for him.
 Tom Felts, dreaded by the outlaw world from Coast to Coast as the most relentless man hunter, who has sent more crooks-bank robbers, highwaymen, Teudists-te the, peni- tentiary than any other individual in the United States. never tried to hide the fact that since the Matewan tragedy his whole life revolved around one an-overshadowing desire to bring Sid Hatfield to justice.
 He has had several chances to 'tpop" him at sight, and he has ad- mitted to the wrter that his hand twitched each time, but, he added:
 Hatfield Faced More Charges.
 My whole life has been devoted to helping the law by hunting down criminals; I am not going to take the shall spend my last cent. the last atom of my energy, fn trying to se cure Hatfeld's punishment!'
 Hatield was under six other nur- Battle of Matewan." So was young Chambers. So are 20 other Matewan miners.
 The killing of his two brothers Tom Felts. It robbed him of his best pals, with whom he had worked and played for nearly half a century.
 A few minutes after the acquittal of the 19 accused-there were 24 originally; one turned states star witness, and the cases against four others were nolle prossed-the writer saw FeIts in the 1atter's hotel room. He lay in his bed, writhing in pain, threatened with pneumonia. He raised himself with difficulty on one elbow and asid, amid half-suppressed solos:
 .'we lost But we are coming back No conviction of these men seems possible in Bloody M1ngo. We shall try to have them tried in another county, and = his clenched fist pounded the side of the bed with each word-'we shall convict them the next time!'
 Then he sank back on his pillow and turned to the wall to hide his tears.
 The bloodshed, the suffering, the romance and adventure. the bitter ness and the hatreds that form the back ground of the Trigger Trial and it's sequel at Welch last week, and of many other tragic sequels that are sure to come constitute a world within itself, and it is one that the great masters of fiction would reve1 in exploring, for it is replete with facts which are indeed stranger than fiction.
 Hatfeld's Uncanny Smile.
 Sid Hatfield himself was a charac- ter worthy of the best efforts of a Poe, Hugo, or Tolstoi. His per sonality was strangely dual Even in his looks that quality was constantly apparent. Tall, lanky, raw+boned, rosy of complexion, with hazel eyes that glowed the full. fiery intensity of his impulsive being, this typical son an awkward. harmless. kindly coun- try boy and the next like a human wildcat He would slouch out of the courtroom looking. from behind, as if he had not an ounce of pep" He would hear a remark or feel an ever so slight touch from someone walk ing behind him. and wheel around with the swiftneSs and agility of the black panther. And always, in such moments, his large, uncouth hand, with it's incongruously slender, him. ble fingers, would, by sheer instinct fly to his hind pocket - the same movement that Livelys eagle eyes caught at Welch the other day. the hash-house sleuth's sight and trigger finger being just a trifie quicker than Sid'S.
 Smiling Sd' HatfeId's smile was the most uncanny thing about him. It seldom came off; when it did the cred look. and he seemed 70 years old instead of 26. The Hatfield smile was more of a grin than smile; there was no mirth in it. It was on his lips continually through out the trial as he sat there, in the shadow of the hangman's moose, the leader and 'thero' of that band of accused murderers- Witnesses of the Matewan Battle say it never left his lips during the bullet orgy. When it was over seven men lay dead in front of him. three others, Matewaneans, behind him. Hatfield alone was said to have killed five of the detectives. The first thing he said was:
 They shot a hole through nah hat and they shot one of nah guns out of nah hand An reckon they all was excited
 The major part of the people of Matewan swore by Sid Hatfield He was their hero. He was known to "go through Hel1'' for a friend and was equally intense in his antagon- isms. He never forgos and never for gave. He was intensely proud in mountaineer fashion. Beneath his grinning. unsophistfcated exterior he hid a world of SchrewdneSS and cun- ming. He was intensely suspicious and jealous.
 Married Mayors Widow.
 By his side throughout the "Trig- ger TriaP' sat his wife, a handsome young woman who had been made 8 widow by the Matewan battle. Her first husband, Mayor: c. C. Testerman, of Matewan. was killed in that fight. She married Sid less than two weeks afterward. Opposite the Hatfield pair in the courtroom one day sat a