The Washington times., 1922-04-12
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HUNTINGDON. Pa. April H.
Faith of Mrs. J. III. Bryson. OF
washipaton, d. c., in her son. Or.
Herbert J. Bryson. accused Of the
niSraes &c his alleged common
Law wife. remains unshaken-
DIR. Bryson duped his mother
for more than year. living IN
the remote farming center Of
CassvilIe with Helen Irene Haines.
wife of a Washington chauffeur.
and at the same time leading his
mother to believe that he was liy-
ing q single life in New York.
Believes In Her Son.
But there is no room for doubt
or reproach In the heart OF the
accused physicians mother. Mother
love has triumphed. and Mrs.
Bryson told her son and the auth
critics OF her unshaken belief in
his innocence. expressing again and
again her conviction that no win
be freed OF the charge OF murder
ing the woman who was known
as HIS wife.
Mrs. Bryson Is an old-fashion.
aristocratic mother, OF a lavender
and old lace gentleness. Although
seventy years old, she is bearing
up well under the terrible strain
OF the tragedy which has befallen
her son.
From the moment she arrived in
Huntingdon, her personality has
dominated the whole case. and she
has set about her uphill task Of
strength OF purpose that has in
spired new hope IN the tortured
heart Of her nerve-wracked son.
Mrs. Bryson and the accused
physician's sister. Mrs. Laura Ran
dali. also OF Washington. spent last
night in the beautiful country home
where DR.. Bryson lived for one year
as the supposed husband OF the
woman for whose death he Is now
held responsible.
The house had been left in dis
array. just as Il was when DR..
Bryson left last Saturday night to
bring the woman known as his wife
to the hospital where she died.
Blood still remained on the carpet
in the dressing room into which the
victim had locked herself during
the quarrel that ended in her death.
A lamp shade. which she had
hurled at DR.. Bryson In self-defense,
lay shattered on the stairs.
Quietly hut resolutely, the mother
this morning set about the work OF
placing the house in order.
Pathetic Meeting.
,Tenderiy she fondled articles Of
his apparel and the photograph OF
him taken when he was a gallant
major OF the Forty-second Rainbowl
division.
The meeting between Mrs. Bryson
and her son in his cell at the county
Jail here was highly dramatic, an
unusual manifestation OF a mothers
love and faith.
When Dr. Bryson and his mother
faced each other for the first time In
year the woman scarcely recog-
nized her son.
cts II really my boy1" she asked
OF her daughter, who was at her side.
DIR. Bryson was on his feet imme-
diately, pressing eagerly against the
bars OF his cell. Not until he spoke
was his mother convinced that the
broken hulk OF a man, baggard and
unkempt, was her son.
The sheriff opened the door OF the
accused physician's cell and the
mother embraced DIR. Bryson again
and again. repeating az a lltany;
You are my son and they shall NOT
harm you"
Mother love swept away from the
heart OF Mrs. Bryson any reproaoh
that she may have held for the de-
ception her son nad practiced, IN
duping her into believing that he
was leading a single nfe I'm New
York when In reality he was nving