Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-12-09
Mrs. Brllv,en Cheerful
as Trial NedrS

as Trial NearS
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joy. "Thcy aren't much" she said.
| IL made them out of aprons"
You see, I thought I'd be in there
just for days and then the weeks
passed and the trial was postponed and
l had to wait and wait.
No Fear for Outcome
but I'm not worried for myself.
he's such good boy" she said. ITS
just been the waiting and waiting in
this jnil. I've been here since June -.
There were no tears in her eyes, but
her voice trembled.
81 cried all morning" she said. "and
/ am worn out now.' But there is
no fear of the outcome in Mrs.
Bruncn's mind.
There were 10 traces of the proud
arrogant attitude she is said to have
exhibited when she was first put in
jail. But there is frmness, not the
rocklikc Indifference exhibited by her
brother, but frmness, unfaltering and
sure in her every word. her every in
!
She sat in the dim light which came
through the narrow window, her waved
blond hair, with its short ends tucked
cell. Her eyes looked dark gray. almost
black. and her skin pale and clear.
with the dimples in hcr cheeks coming
and going as she talked.
There was simple dignity, a mother.
| liness, as she spoke with tender con-
Germ Of her brother; the obvious COM
mon prettincss of the typical circus
woman attributed to her softened and
toned down by her distress and i'm
prisonment.
AS she talked she sat in straight
chair, embroidering, sorting the colored
silks and changing the embroidery hoops
as she began u new leaf on the center.
piece she was making.
"For charity" she said simply.
'I'vc crochcted q lot and have done lots
of embroidery. I've done lots of it
ever since l learned how, when was
little girl. Do you like this?' She
seemed almost childishly pleased just
as she. must have been when she
received some word of praise when her
short little fingers struggled with the
needle ana her small head bent over her
work wien she was first learning to
make patterns out of the thread.
Points to Her "Suite"
In the narrow room. opposite her
coarse. gray -blanketcd cot. were nun >
ber Of shelves, on which were ivory
toilet articles. bottles of hand lotion
and the little boxes and bottles usually
on a boudoir dressing table and 50 in
, congruous in Il prison cell.
off from the rest of the room. and there
suit. n black silk dress. her coat and n
number of house dresses which she
wears in prison.
"I trimmed this hat myself" she
said. bringing out q black velvet from
! which waved three black plumes.
There was always the polite desire
IN make her visitor comfortable, with
Something of the air of hostess as
sbc conducted her through what she
lauchingly called her ''rooms, kitchen
cite and BATH
."This Is where do my housekcep.
;np-I call it my housekeeping, she
added apologetically.
.JIorry and have our meals sent in
from the Y. W. c. A., but on SUNDAY
7 can order what l want and cook his
dinner for him. Last Sunday we had
chicken and asparagus on toast and let
tmce." Her face lit up with the first
shade of expression it had shown os
She though Of the pleasure she had given
her brother. 49,
get to see him every day in the yard.
For the first two months ! was there
they wouldn't let me out OF my cell but
nnI
him when he is there. I can straighten
licve in him. I guess every sister loves
her brother, and feels that way about
it. But it's not Just because he Is my
BROTHER she cried vehemently. "I
know he is innocent. I wash all his
shirts and linen" she said. Il love to
do things for him.
THANKSGIVING we had a turkey din
ncr." she added
There were no other women in the
Jail but Mrs. Brunen's sister, in law,
Bessie Mohr, and Mrs. Clarence Hor-
ner, wife Of the turnkey and deputy
sheriff. who We're talking in the cell
beyond.
Mrs. Horner has been SO good to
me-" said Mrs. Bruncn. ''Shc brings
me fresh eggs and thinks I can cook
for my brother"
Sits Alone in Her Cell
For long time Mrs. Bruncn has
been virtually alone. When the mem-
bers of the circus, formerly owned by
her husband. were in Mount Holly
they came TO sec her and her stcp.
daughter Hazel visited her every week.
But now Hazel comes no more. As
the days pass before the trial Mrs.
Brunen sits alone, with not even her.
daughter to comfort her.
'The cars always did make her
SICK" she says in defense of the girl.
II don't let her know that I see she
has changed toward ME. but can
see that she has. idolize Hazel
always havel I've raised her ever
since she was nine years old, when her
own mother died, and ! love her. So
don't let her know that ! see she
feels differently"
"We were happy, John and l."
she said. speaking at last of her hus-
band "But lie used to get drunk
and then We would quarrel. That
time I shot at hin---at Christmas--he
was drunk and he had gun and /
was scared. Wouldn't you have done
the same thng!' she asked, with the
first shade of antagOnism she had
shown.
"That letter his sister showed, he
wrote her. she continued YEARLY, "He
told me the next morning what he had
done. lie was drunk then. too. IIc
said, oh, if ! could only undo that
letter | wrote Ia her.
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