The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-01-07
By JOHN BRADLEY

Somehow or other when a crime shas been committed and the accused <ssn the case are brought@to trial, there always arises the question, Why"
 And likewise when sometimes woman goes wrong and commits the unpardonable sin and deserts, or ruins home that might have been happy ! there always comes up that lnevi- ! table why"
 And when a man goes out and robs, or murders, or creeps into the scanctity of another mans home and ' destroys it's most priceless posses sions, somewhere in the conternp1a- tion of the deed arises invariably the why"
 And lot of people have puzzled their brains and stories have been written and preachers have preached -all wanting to know the answer to that age-old question. why"
 And when the deed comes close to home and man or woman, or both, ,who may be well known in the fcommunity, at least to a great many tied themselves to some great crime, sooner or later the community joins tin a unanimous why"
 And when one sits in the court- room these long days and listens to ,sthe mass of evidence, all dealing with the most foul of all crimes against the moral code and it's subsequent dreadful results comes to mind the question, why.
 And looking at the sweet-faced ma- tron who is mother to the man in the docket who the state is trying to convict of a terrible thing and look ing at the strong young man who is her first-born, the cry rings in ones earns with terrible intensity, "why."
 And when a sad-faced, dear little woman who is the wife of the pris- oner and the mother of his two chi1- dren, went into the witness chair ov1d sy, Grni+ nf HJ,r,1 iat h11- initiation heaped upon her; in spite of honor and pride hurnbled and vir- tue rishonored; in spite of the degradation heaped upon her pub her story to the jury and told the things that she knew of her hus- band and which she is praying tonight , will help him, the question, why" seemed fairly shrieked into ones ears.
 Out in the sheriff's office ''the other woman" sat all through the day with her children, both bright and happy faced youngsters who are deserving far better things that fate has hand ed them these last few months Some how when elders sin the little ones always have to suffer. But looking upon that shocked family circle. the '+why'' would not down.
 And young man just at the age when he should be setting his house lin order and be preparing to take his place in the useful circles of daily life sat in an adjoining room all day in charge of a deputy sheriff. Outside the sun shone beautifully, ,but for him the day and the future are shadowed by ominous clouds. And again arose the unanswered question, why" . In the witness box sat the father of the prisoner at the bar. He told a long pitiful story of the life episodes of his boy. It was a. tale that was rather startling as it fell from the +. f,ft hox heart-wracking ordeal for him to endure-to lay bare the innerm ost secrets of his heart and tell the jury in the hearing of those gaping curl osity seekers that he believed his son was not mentally sufficient, that he was everything that one would no, want a son to be.
 It was a story of an intellect which he said would not respond to cuf ture, which was too dull to receive the seed of knowledge which teach CTS sought to implant-a mind which was all barren ground for any seed sown therein
 It is rather difficult for one to con- ceive that a young man of the phy- sique possessed by Elwood Wade; a young man who has grown up under the influence of his mother and fath- ! CT should arrive at his majority and woo and win a splendid woman for his wife and assume the duties Of a husband and father and be what they say he is; it is rather difficult to find the answer to his present plight
 And Eliza F. Wade told the jury between her sobs that he had always been one of the best boys in the world to her. That he was always kind to her. And that stands out brightly in his favor against the long list of black marks charged against him.
 Little Mary Wade, pitrfu1ry worn by the long hours of mental terror she has passed through, told how she had met and loved this man who has dishonored her. She told how she did not know until after they were mar ried that he was so pitifully ignorant, that he could not even read the little love letters she had sent him, that he had had to have his mother read them \ for him. Too ignorant to do his own love-making and courting,
 She told the jury how she had worked two hours each night trying to teach him little of the rudiments