The Washington times., 1924-05-08

they did to me after my baby was
dead. and l thought it might help
Ed ii l said I was the one who
shot. But that was all later.
We went through a lot of other
plain hell that ] wouldn't wish on
q dog before we came TO that. We
were down and out. We were a
thousand times worse off than be.
fore, we ever started to stealing
money. It got us nothing and worse
than nothing. Anybody who tries it
is a fool.
wanted my baby to be born in
a pretty place. wanted TO have
nice things. And now l was afraid
to have my poor little baby born
anywhere-and we were flat broke,
and in a worse dump than any Id
ever lived in.
Ed was afraid to try for the kind
Of jobs he could work at. We were
afraid to show our noses in the
street. Our money gave out, and
we hardly had enough to eat. The
baby wasn't due until after the
first Of May. Ed wrote a letter to
his mother in Brooklyn, begging l.er
to send him a hundred dollars to
pay a doctor. The detectives got
that letter. They got everything
from then on. We didn't have a
chance.
The night Of April 10 got awful
sick and had the most terrible pains
You ought'nt to have to worry
about things when you are In that
Tx. was afraid to have Ed take
me to a hospital, afraid even to let
him bring in a doctor
/ thought the minute they saw
what was the matter with me I'd
be arrested. and then the baby
would be born in jail. Even a
dump would've been better than
that. I'd rather have died.
Calls Woman for Her.
Ed got scared and thought I was
going to die, and called a woman
that was in the house to come and
stay with me and went out and was
gone about an hour, and came back
with that DR.. Sisson.
Before he went away he said
God. Celia. don't care what nap.
pens to either of US, you can I
suffer like that"
didn't want to CO. but they
made me. 1 hardly knew what
was doing. They took me to a
place called Humphreys Sanitarium.
and I laid there for two days,
wanting to scream every time the
door opened. thinking the cops
had come to take me away.
At last the baby came. sup.
pose could write q lot of bunk
about that to get sympathy, but
] was too miserable then and I'm
too miserable now when l think
about it, to put down anything
but the plain truth. I just laid
there like a person doped when
they showed it to me. and /
thought. "YOu poor little kid. we've
made a nice mess Of things for
you" And 1t was little and pitiful
and sickly from the start.
Wanted Baby to Have Chance.
Two days later, they let me out.
They knew we were broke. You
can't blame them for that. Ed
was afraid for US to go back to the
place on Ocean avenue, and he
took me to a rooming house on
Monroe street that was even
worse. II was dirty, ana l had no
proper things for the baby, not
even a can Of talcum powder. And
you could see 1t was sick all the
time, and I didn't know what to
do for it. I wanted my baby to
have a chance. And look at the
chance 1t had.
named it Katherine, after Eds
mother in Brooklyn. She's a good
woman. She didn't deserve the
disgrace we've put on her. We
couldn't have a real baptism or
anything. / guess the priest
would have done it for nothing
but we waited because we thought
the money would come from Eds
mother. I guess God won't hold
that against my poor baby.
Two days later It died. I wish
I'd died too. We had to get the
undertaken to trust us for its little
coffin. There was nobody at the
funeral but Ed and me, and the
undertaken that buried my baby ie
the man that gave US away to the
police.
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