The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-08-06
TOLL OF VENGEANCE DRAWN IN BLOOD BY
 STAR SPY OF MINGO'S "TRIGGER TRIALv

rantula, Sid shot up from his seat,
 bent his tall figure over the table | that separated him from the reporter and hissed:
 her!"
 The dumfounded scribe was speech1ess for a moment, then mere | ly answered: Hell. no!''
 1 Hatfield, his face fobster-red, eyes hurling flames at the newspaperman. went on:
 'If you do 1t again I'll take you out and beat you up!"
 | When Sid Hatfield spoke of beat ing up" he meant the only kind he
 knew-bullet-beatin The reporter | later explained his eye trouble to the Hatfie1ds. The latter said not word. that chose set of less propiuquity to the Hatfield couple.
 1 Whatever may have been the right ! or wrong in tho murder cases, Hat | field himself believed in his heart that
 fender of his townspeople. He was a fanatic on two thtngs-the Miners
 union and the Baldwin-Felts Detect | i've Agency.
 Primevar Bitterness. l The Matewaa battle was the result of evictions of union miners carried | out that day by thirteen Felts detec- | lives, led by Albert and Lee Felts- Since that battle all old feuds and overshadowed by the feud between the union miners and the Felts men. | The mutual hate and craving for vengeance in this feud -an be under psychology of the people of that sec ton of the country. It is almost primeval in it's bitterness and tntens- ity. It is 8 feud that "sees red" in che literal sens eof the term.
 It's ail-powerful law Is "an eye far
 If there Is one for whom the Mate wan miners feel a special degree of hatred that man Is c. B. Lively. The reason Is that he executed a master piece of deception of which they notably the accused slayers and more particularly Sid HatdeId-were the !ictins. For nine years he had been ! member in good standing of the United Mine Workers of America while, at the same time he was re- porting its plans and doings to the EeIts agency, of which he was the star" operator. The detective con ;ern has been for years engaged in work for the coal operators. Imme- sent to Matewan to ''see what you can dig up about Sid Hatfield and the rest of the bunch.''
 My boss told me-" he said one day to the writer, in telling his full story for International News Service ito try to get the inside story about the battle. to be used against those fellows at the trial. I got the con fessions of each of them"
 These confessions" Lively told on the witness stand in the Mingo Coun ty Court House. He had obtained them while running a restaurant, cul- tivating the patronage of all of the accused, catering to tHeir tastes, pos ing as their friend and the friend ol the union. If there was any evidence that might have convicted the accus- ed miners it was Lively's. But it was discredited by the fact that he had played both ends to the mid dle.'' He was pilloried as a traitor and "informer' and union spy" by attorneys for the q defence, whose e1o- quent pleas turn his evidence into a boomerang for the prosecution.
 The Soul of a Detective
 Live1ys identity as a Felts detec- tive was so cleverly hidden that no one except the prosecution knew of it until he revealed himself on the witness stand. The bombshel1 effect this revelation had on the courtroom crowd is one never to be forgotten.
 Lively. too, is a faantic. But his fanaticism has little if anything to do with the union or anti-union op- erations. These things are side-is- sues to him; they happen to figure in the course of his duty; they inter S-his work He is a detective and wants to be the best detective in the country in the world; Success in his work is his one thought, his one ideal. Men and women are pawns on his chessboard, which is sleuth- work. He is filled with fiery ambi- ton. He will suffer hunger. pain. humiliation everything to make good or whatever aszs;nment he gets
 My work is my love- he said one night. in a rare hour of talkative- ness. When I made friends with Sid Hatfield and his bunch I put my whole heart and soul in it. My work is chiefly a matter of auto-sugges- don.' When I talk to and associate with people from whom I want in formation. or on whom I want to get something, I talk myself into a rock-like conviction that I actually am their friend. I forget all about my whole conscious lief. of every atom of realization of my real iden- tity. Thus I quickly begin to sym paitbize with them, earnestly and sin rows. I am for them heart and soul. rows, I am for them heart and soul.
 Not until my day-or night-for I do much night work-is all ended and I am alone in my room do I re- member that I had an u1terior mo- tive. that I have been working Then'-here he smiled shrewdlyS T lock the door, pull down the write my report to headquarters"
 Lively has literally f1rted with death every moment of every day and night for ten years. But he perficially one would think him the last man in the world capable of do- ing what he has done. He is an un- derSized man of slight build. but alive with nervous energy. He is never without his two guns; that he can handle them needs no confirma- ton here. His gaze is unsteady; he looks at you when you are not look which he matter of train ing. His blue eyes are shrewd. ever visilant. His equline nose gives his face a hawk-like touch.
 Lively May Be Acquitted.
 When Hatfield and Chambers went to Welch w. ", they went into an ''unfriendly'' county, McDowell,where the F>elts men are strong If 1t is true, as Tom Felts said, that no jury in NIingo will ever convict the Mate wan accused it is equally safe to say that it will be difficult to find a jury