The Birmingham age-herald., 1921-03-16

d dHl lO lul II thC NAA II h lc off He turned me loose and 1 walked to the car and switched off the lights.
 When I passed by him and turned to get through the door, he again grabbed me by the arm, jerked me down on a chair and again cursed. said: Go to the room, MT. Hamon, if you want to abuse me, there are some men standing there; you must not talk that way here in public He got up and I went upstairs to my room. l was afraid of Mir Hamon, very afraid of him. I saw a look on his face that I had never seen before. He was drunker than I had ever seem him in all the years I had known him. He was drunk and crazy. l don't think the whisky was good red whisky. as MT. Nichols said. He usually drank good whisky and he wasn't usually crazy like that He was crazier and drunker than he I had ever been in all the years I had known him. When I got to my room the doors were locked between our rooms. and the bathroom door was l locked. Iang for the porter. l thought I had better eat something. l hadn't had anything to eat all day. At breakfast l could not eat.
 RAMON SLIPPED IN
 "When Bill the porter, came in with ice water MT. Hamon slipped in with him. I had to unlock the door for Bill I was afraid of Mir. Hamon I wanted him to keep away from me for "A hours, so I could go to California and wait for him to sober up and come to me looking the sweet, kind lover he had been before. MT. Hamon paced up and down, running his hands through his hair as he did when he was agi- 1 tated and the minute Bill went out MT. Hamon said with an epithet:
 "'Where have you been" and grabbed me at the same time and choked me. He choked me until was blind and l couldn't seem to think"
 Now, Miss Clara" interrupted w. F. Mclean of her counsel.
 Just minute, I will finish my story, I MT. Mclean" she said.
 "He choked me and hi. me, and | somehow he throw me over on the bed After he got me on the bed, he beat me and slapped me and bit me two or three times and took me by one foot and jerked me off the bed on my back I had been operated on in the back and it hurt me extremel. He took pains to kick me in the back. I strug gled to get up and did get up. and he choked me aCain and backed me UT against the window and choked me again and again and slapped me and 1 then again he wasn't satisfied with | that, so he twisted the skin of my | hand. He was not satisfied with that He bent my fingers back and tried te break them. And then he said, I will cut your throat, and he reached fol his knife.
 KNIFE WAS MISSING
 The knife had fallen out of hi; pocket in the afternoon while he wal lying on the bed and I picked it UT | pd y,11t tIn tn Ia af ar hf walked out of the room and then wher he did not have the knife in his pocket, he reached for the knife I hat given him on little gold chain. ant somehow someways that knife wasn
 there. He looked around and meantime he was choking me and beating m, very bad. I cannot remember all o,
 it, it is too much for anybody tt
 remember. I endured that sort oi torture"
 Did he maks any remarks to your Mclean asked.
 Well, I am getting to that, MT Mclean" she replied, continuing: He said, You have been n.g with somebody, haven't your and l said No, you know I haven't
 When he didn't find his golf knife
 he saw knife O. IT on the dresser hs
 had given me long time ago, just te
 sharpen pencils. It was very, yer, sharp. He reached for that knife ant
 said, I would just as soon slit youl throat as draw on this cigar, anyway.
 When he reached for that knife,
 knew the time had come. l uncon sciously, or consciously. or somehow
 reached back and in my purse on tn. windowsill got my little gun, I asked
 him to stnd back and let me passa' Well what did you do with tn, gun, with the pistol, when you go
 hold of it?' McLeoan asked. What would any one do with it il they thought their life was in dan ger?" the young woman replied. Never mind that, what did you dt with it?55 her counsel. asked. HELD GUN ON HIM T held it on him. she went on. He did back away sort of behind ; chair and put his hand on the back O the chair. He didn't raise bis hands. didn't ask him to. wasnt very ia from him when I passed between tn, corner of the bed and MT. Hamon ant the chair to get to the door, to get out When l unlocked the door to go, il that instant he turned off the ligh and raised the chair to strike me an, did strike. me. I could see from th light of the hall He struck me witt that chair and the gun went off" T didn't mean to shoot him." sh continued
 When Clara Hamon reached tn point in her story of the actual shoot
 ing she left the witness stand an
 taking the pistol with which he wa
 shot in her hand, illustrated fhow tn
 shot was fired.
 T did not go to do it." she said.
 The pistol whet off when he strucl
 it, or l pulled the trigger or some
 thing; l know not what"