The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-05-20

onds grew into minutes After long nerve-racking waiting, the minutes passed into hours. And yet the hus- band failed to conform with his ac- customed habits of returning home and ignored the web of the human insects.
 Their patience exhausted, their nerves shaken by the hours of vigi- lance, they left the house a few hours before the break of day. Their mis- sion unsuccessful. they despaired but little, and set about their schemins plans for the next attempt
 With ghastly exactness. the stage was admirably set on that beautiful Sunday morning of August 29- Not was asleep in his bed on the third floor of his home at 265 Judson ave nue. Ethel Mott was up and about fearfully anxious for. the arrival ot her lover. Their two little children were playing about the house, totally unaware of the dastardly crime that was about to stain their lives and re- move forever from their midst their father.
 Shortly before the clock chimed off the hour of eight, Wade and John Ston cautiously approached the rear entrance to the house. Admitted in person by Ethel Mott, they removed their cumbersome footgear and com pleted final arrangements.
 The young daughter of the house was despatched to her fathers room to ascertain if he were sleeping be- fore Wade yentured to mount the two flights of stairs Receiving a favora- ble report, the two youths essayed the climb to their victim's room. Wade was in advance, and a clear insight into his character at tha;; moment is given by his actions when his own terror-stricken visage stared at him from a mirror close to the foot of Nott's bed, that precipitated a headlong flight back to the second floor.
 Once again he marshalled his fail ing courage and this time entered the murder room. Tremblingly he drew close to the bed upon which lay his victim, eyes closed in slumber and his body an unprotected target for the ferocious attack of his assaliant-
 GraSping more firmly his axe, he tremblingly raised his arm and struck a vicious blow at the sleeping man.
 It did not strike home with full force. and Mott awakened to con sciousness leapt from the bed. and unarmed fought valiantly for his life.
 It was onesided battle from the start. Blow after blow was rained upon his uncovered body. He weak ened gradually and from the loss of blood and excruciatins pains. Some how in a final burst of strength he forced Wade into the corridor, close to the edge of the stairs, and both toppIed head1ong to the bottom
 When the first blow was struck, Johnston, the weak-minded, ignorant acconplice, ran frantically from the room, down the stairs and out of the house, to a nearby corner where his truck was parked
 Ethel Mott. the beloved Brownie of her husband, was stationed near the foot of the stairs and almost at her feet fell the indistinguishable bodies of her husband and her lover. Her husband shrieked in pain and terror, be seeching Brownie to help him. Wade screeched in fiendish hysteria, and shouted for the knife to finish his hideous deed. It is said that the woman. devoid of every yes tige Of the noble chara cteristics of and motherhood, thrust a. kitchen knife into his hands. con tributing her share towards wilfully endins, the life of the man whom she