The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1925-11-05
Mrs. Anne Latimer Talks With Leo Chafee In
County Jail Here This Morning and
Begs Him to be Frank With Her.
CHAFEE WEEPS WHEN HE SEES TWIN
Evelyn Latimer In Coat Similar to One Madalynne
Wore, Attempts to Awaken Any RecOlIec-
ton That Chafee May Have.

end of the county Jail. Chafee looked
slightly dazed, looking just once at
the girl and then fastening his blue
eyes, not the most intelligent in the
world, upon the mother.
''No, man," he said, 81 don't know
her, l never seem her before"
Presently his eyes filled with tears
and he began crying. Through the
remainder of the interview, Chafee
continued a denial of everything, ac-
! companied by high falsetto weeping.
Mrs. Latimer and her daughter, who
| works in Milwaukee, were brought to
Kenosha this morning to face Chafee
| in an effort to break down his story,
and ascertain if possible whether he
would exhibit any emotion at the
sight of Evelyn who SO closely resem-
bles her dead sister, Madalynne.
! When Evelyn left her mother alone
with Chafee, the mother said "Ahl
You are haunted by that little face
whose life was snuffed out out there
that night! Don't deny it to me!
saw the look that came to your facet"
"Why she was a beautiful girl" re-
piled Chafee hesitatingly, endeavoring
to explain the feeting emotion of daze
which he showed at meeting NADIA
/ lynne's twin.
n Evelyn Comes to Cell,
Evelyn ( Inc the twin Sster of
Madalynne, was the first to enter the
corridor that leads by the small cell
which Chafee occupies alone in the
county jail, far from sight or sound
Of other prisoners. The door was
opened by Turnkey Ray Willems of
the sheriff's Office, and the slim eager
figure Of the eighteen-year-old girl,
Madalynne's sister and second self,
slipped past the white sweater Of the
turnkey and turned down the narrow
passage alone. To the east of her was
high barred window opening Upon
Sheridan road, and the morning light
which slanted down illuminated in
grey haze picked out the lines of that
joyous little figure of the girl who
had known only one major tragedy in
life, the killing Of her sister and
playmate.
On the west was Chafee's cell.
Evelyn made a turn or two in the
corridor, and then hurried to her
mothers side.
"He saw me-" she said.
Then her mother joined her and both
went forward to the cell where Chafee
sat and stopped. He came to the
window.
"Do you know this little face ?"
asked Mrs. Latimer in quiet even
tones. Chafee slowly shook his head
He looked at the young girl clad as
Madalynne had been clad in a rust
colored coat with grey fur collar and
cuffs and fur at the bottom. Chafee
looked at the mother and waited.
Never Saw Anyone Like Her.
Didn't you ever see sweet little
face like that before y Mrs. Latimer
repeated, in a low tone which was
neither accusation nor insinuation,
but spoken as if in reminder
"No, missus, don't know her." re-
piled Chafee. Presently he began to
cry and he turned his face away.
"Does that face haunt you?" cried
the mother.
1--WE got many things to worry me,
ma'am," replied the man behind the
bars. give got my wife and baby to
think about and my mother"
''I'm a mother myself" said the
woman. Don't you want to tell me
the truth about what happened out
there on Rowland avenue ?"
81 don't know where that is" said
Chafee II can't tell no more than
told before"
wouldn't you like to talk with this
little girl alone ?? said the mother
indicating her daughter Evelyn who
stood at her side.
Chafee indicated that this was far
from his desire, and he murmured that
he hadn't anything to say to her. The
mother then asked if he would like
to talk to her alone, and he replied,
why yes, ma'am, haven't got any
thing against that"
The others filed out, and Mrs. Lati-
mer remained with Chafet
Mrs. Latimer slowly and with the
self-control and precision of an ex-
aminer hurled one question after an
other at the man who, leaning his arm
on the shelf at the window, sometimes
looked at the woman, sometimes
looked beyond her, and sometimes
hung his head.
To all her questions he replied, II
never did it, Missus, I'm innocent as
the day ] was born, I've told every
thing / know, never was there" To
the accompaniment Of his denials there
was a curious weeping, which some
times sounded like a whine as it
reached falsetto high notes. 1t sounded
more like the weeping of a person
who was trying to impress the hearer,
rather than tears that flowed from the
heart