The New York herald., 1921-03-16
HAMON BEAT HER.
SAYS CLARA SMITH
Continued from FIRST Page.

there, you must not talk that way here
In public. He got up and / went up
stairs TO my room. | was afraid of Mr.
Iiamon, very afraid or him. ] saw q
look on his face that / had never seen
fefore. He was drunken than / had
ever seen him in all the years j had
known him. He was drunk and crazy
l don't think the whiskey was good red
whiskey as Mr. Nichols said. He usu-
ally drank good whiskey and he wasn't
Usually crazy like that He was crazier
and drunker than he had ever been in
all the years had known him. When
] got to my room the doors We're locked
between our rooms, and the bathroom
door was locked. | rang for the porter
| thought | had better eat something.
! hadn't had anything TO eat all day.
At breakfast could not eat
When Bill. the porter. came in with
ice water Mr.. Hamon slipped in with
him, ! had to unlock the door for Bin.
| was afraid Of Mr.. Hamon. ! wanted
him 10 keep away from me for twenty
four hours more so / could go to Cali
fornia and wait for him to sober up and
come TO me looking the sweet, kind lover
he had been before. Mr.. Hamon paced
UP and down, running his hands through
his hair as he did when he was agitated,
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Hamon said with an epithet, Where
have You been7' and grabbed me at the
same time and choked me. He choked
me until ! was blind and | couldn't
seem To think
Says He Chosked and Kicked Her.
Now. Miss Clara. interrupted w. r.
Mclean of her Counsel
Just a minute. l win finish the story.
Mr.. Mclean" she said "He choked me
and hit me and somehow he threw me
over on the bed. After he got me on
the bed he beat me and slapped me and
hit me two or three times and took me
by one foot and jerlSed Inc off the bed
on my back ! had been operated on in
the back and it hurt me extremely. he
took pains TO kick me in the back.
struggled to get up and did get UP, and
he choked me again and backed me up
against the window and choked me
again and again and slapped me and
then again he wasn't satisfied with that,
so he twisted the skin on my hand He
wasn't satisfied with that. He bent my
fingers back and tried 10 break them
and then he said. i will cut your
throat and he reached for his knife.
THE knife had fallen out of his pocket
in the afternoon while he was lying on
the bed and I picked ii UP and put IL
over on the table after he walked out
of the room, and then when he did not
have the knife In his pocket he reached
for the knife | had given him on little
gold chair and somehow. some way
that knife wasn't there. lie looked
around and meantime he was choking
me and beating me very bad. | cannot
remember all Of IT. II Is TOO much FOR
anybody to remember. ! endured that
sort Of torture
Did ne make any remarks 10 you"'
Mclean asked.
well, | am getting 10 that, Mr, Nc
Lean" she replied continuing He
said. You have been riding with some~
body haven't you and ! said. No. you
know I haven't
when ne didn't hnd his gold knife
he saw knife over on the dresser he
had given me long time ago, just 70
sharpen pencils II was very very
sharp. He reached for that knife and
said ! would just as soon slit your
throat as draw on this cigar Anyway
when he reached for that knife | knew
the time had come. | unconsciously or
consciously. or somehow. reached back
and in my purse on the window sil got
my little gun. asked him to stand
back and lei me pass
Well what did YOU do with the gun
with the pistol. when you got hold OF
it," Mclean asked.
what would any one DO with il II