The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1921-01-07

What a strange woman she seems.
to be. She Is pretty, in the dark type
fashion. But the wonder of her face
Is all in her eyes. Every day since
the trial began she has wept almost
continuously in the courtroom.
is so weak that she cannot walk un-
supported
must remember that il was this wom-
an who looked on while her husband
was beaten and stabbed and shot to
death. 1t was she who sat in her bed
room with her two children while
outside her door the body was stuffed
into a trunk: she who helped to wash
up the blood stains. She said today:
Il was married when ! was seven
teen. / have not been happy. Ny
husband beat me and cuffed me
about and never gave me enough
money to live on and run the houst.
mfr. Wade came. ] did not know
he was so young. But I am not old,
either"
HER LIPS ARE DRY.
No. She is not old. She has a
wrench at the heart when she speaks.
1t seems so hard for her. The lips 81
her pretty mouth are dry as parch-
ment and split by innumerable little
lines. Her slender face is swollen
from weeping. But it is not red; II
Is blue-white. Her big, brown eyes
are encircled with red from her tears,
however.
The persons thronging the court
room daily for a sight of her and the
k-looking, boylike Wade do not
seem to have been awakened TO any
pity for her. Yet none could say the
evidence of her suffering is other than
sincere.
What mockery. too. that the wife
OF a man killed so hideously in her
sight--a deed she confesses she made
no effort to stop-should come from
her prison to the trial clad in the
deep black OF mourning.
She wears black serge tailored
suit, bound with black braid Her
blouse beneath. with its high collar.
is black, unrelieved by any touch Of
white. Her hat is of dead black. with
4 sailor-like brim. and over Il she
wears deep crepe-bordered black
vail.
CHALLENGE IN HER EYES.
Only once has she lifted her face
and looked toward the witness chair
since she came into court. That was
when her gambler husbands part
ner,' Daniel o. Ferguson, told Of
leaving Mott at 4 o'clock the morning
OF the murder ending with That was
the last time l saw him alive" and
directing his gaze to the widow.
Here 1t was noticed she had checked
her tears. Her eyes must serve an.
other purpose. They were lifted fun
to the face of Ferguson and there
stayed for a full minute.
The woman does not share still the
ardor her lover would show even he
fore judge and jury. She shrieked in
horror the day he grabbed her and
pressed his lips on hers before a
deputy sheriff could pull him away.
DID NOT LIKE Ills STARE.
And later. when Wade turned his
chair squarely around in the morning
recess, that he might feast his eyes
on her and give her his smiles. she
begged tho attendant near her to
make him leave her in peace.
The officer bawled, for the benefit,
1t would seem, OF the spectators in
the farthest corner:
Keep that fellows head turned the
other way!
Yet watchers at the trial consider
also tho impulses Of the man who
Stays, that the woman OF his heart
have peace, but in time Of trial puts
the whole load Of guilt on her slender
shoulders. while ahe in her turn
shakes her skirts clear OF crime and
says to the court;
II did not see the knife. 7 did not
push II TO him. did not help put
tho body In the trunk. swear this.
~ was he Who did ~