The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1921-01-06

ing iuiSNiJ w VIC PSi ooh W his siue
told more than the story of a pass,
/ ing adventure?
BIGGEST DAY OF TRIAL.
Was II possible that the labored
words of the woman who sat In the
same chair a moment before. her body
racked the whole while by inarticu
late sobs, told the same story?
| Spectators looking breathlessly al
the man and woman-Edward John
ston and Mrs. Ethel Hutchins Mott
on the stand yesterday In the trial OF
Elwood B. Wade, were astounded al
what they saw. Wade within "A few
days will know whether he Is going Ia
hang for the murder of Mrs. Motifs
husband, George II. Mott. Mrs. Mott
and Johnston both must stand trial
for the same crime.
1t was the biggest day OF the trial
1t was sitting In the courtroom
Early in the afternoon Mrs. Mott took
the witness chair. Johnston took II
an hour and quarter later. after he
woman's story was ended. He was
there until court adjourned. With
him the State rested it's case.
WIDOW IN ANGUISH.
While Mrs. Mott was in the witness
chair. all looking on were moved by
inc Win SHt
Many times a cry of suffering escaped
her and she bowed her head in her
hands. Each time she recovered and
said she would go on.
Johnston told an uninterrupted
story. calmly and easily. He kept his
head turned toward the stenographer
sitting beside him so that no word
escaped the recorder. 1t was like
listening to a boy telling mystery
story to his companion.
This Is what the widow of the muir
dered man said, every word dragged
from her by questions of Homer S.
Cummings, states attorney:
Did your husband speak to you Of
Wade's attentions
"He said he didn't want him COM
ing there any more"
"Did your husband have a pistolT'
yes"
did you at any time give that
pistol to Wade?"
yes"
"Why?-
"BEAT ME- AND WAS AFRAID
Because my husband had beaten
me and / was afraid"
In this manner all that follows was
drawn from the witness.
Wade gave the pistol back to me
and 1 hid 1t behind the piano. Mr..
Mott began to look for 1t. I was
afraid and again gave it to Mr.. Wade.
l was afraid both for myself and
Wade.
my husband told me Sunday two
weeks before it all happened that he
had warned Wade to keep away. He
said I was standing at the window
to signal to Wade that he (Nott) was
L..
My mother asked him in a kind way
to stop
81 was in the house that Sunday
morning. August 20. My two children
were there and my husband was
asleep in the attic bedroom. My
mother had left. Wade and Johnston
came to the back door about 8 o'clock
Each of them had a quart bottle Of
milk in his hand.
"They came up the stairs through
the kitchen into the dining-room.
They had taken of their shoes in the
back hall downstairs. The children,
sonny George, Jr., and Ruth were in
their rooms dressing. Wade sat in a
chair near the door. 1 stood by him
and Johnston leaned against some
thing on the other side Of the room.
We talked a moment, low, so Mr..
Mott wouldn't hear.
TELLS OF JOHNS SLOWS FLIGHT.
'Mr. Wade asked me II he was
asleep. 1 said no. I asked him
was so much bigger than he.
"Mr. Wade had the pistol in his
hand. He had the iron bar in the
other hand. I didn't notice whether
| Johnston had anything I heard the
/ front door bell ring then and knew
it must be the newspaper boy.
went down to get IL. As ! came
back up the steps Johnson ran by
me. He was running fast and went
through the dining room and disap-
peared.
81 don't know whether he took his
shoes, but after he had gone 1 found
the Ratchet on the ice chest. Just
as he was going out I heard a shot
upstairs in the attic bedroom and
heard Mr.. Mott holler ! was then at
the top OF the stairs leading to the
street. I threw the newspaper on the
bed in one OF the bedrooms and my
little boy picked It up. My little girl
said she saw Johnson go.
II went back to the hall and saw
Mr.. Mott and Mr.. Wade coming down
stairs Mr.. Mott came first and Wade
was above and behind him, hitting
MIN OVor thc hchu WIN an IRON Dur
Mr.. Mott was hollering very loud and
tried to get away. but fell down on
the landing. Wade was hitting him
as often as he could, tried to sepa-
rate them, and got hit on tho head.
and my head bled badly.
IT didn't go for help. thought
Motifs hoIlering was enough. Ho
vas hollering louder than could
have. He was pretty weak when
went up to him"
DYING HUSBAND CALLED.
"IIe was covered with blood, wasn't
her
my Godlr tho woman hoarsely
whispered and sobbed loud and long.
| At last she continued:
MY husband was still hoIlering
and calling, Brownie, help me- That
was what he called mo. He wasn't
dead when he sank down on tho
landing, I don't know how he got
down to the bottom OF the steps, 1
went into the bedroom or tho rcccp-
ton hall"
Ibid you see Wade use tho kni.~
"No. sir
"Do you mean to tell this Jury you
didn't SEQ Wade use the knifeT'