New Britain herald., 1926-11-06
SIMPSON GIVES UP HOPE
 OF OBTAINING TESTIMONY
 FROM HIS STATES WITNESS
CHARLOTTE PALES
 FACING HARD DAY
May Be Hardest Of Whole
 Trial, She Writes
FEELS SORRY FOR FATHER

Realizes What PiufuI Picture He Made In Courtroom As He Weekly
 Told Story Of His Life Smashed By Tragedy.
 BY CHARLOTTE MILLS i Copyright 1926, Famous Features Syndicate, Inc.)
 somerville. N. J.. Nov. P-I sit today in the courtroom in the sha- dow of heart-breaking misery. Today may be the hardest day of the whole trial for me. Any moment now the clothes my poor mother and Dr. Hall wore the night of the murder may be shown to the jury.
 They were brought into the court room yesterday in a big box, but they were not presented. I wish they had been. because if they had would now breathe easier. I know the horror which will strike into my heart when I see those grim reminders of my mothers tragedy and my tragedy. I know the cruel memories they will arouse-the day the bodies were found-the funeral and all those nightmarish days that followed.
 All day yesterday waited for that moment which I knew would grip my heart with grief I could pay little attention to the courtroom drama-and drama 1t was There was my story and suspense. The actors played their parts according to their own i'd as of their roles. The defense attorneys were pompous, dignified and slow. Senator Simpson was quick and biting. It was inter- esting, but always my mind came back to that big box. Today it is the same-that big box. Those things they wore that night four years ago when they went out to meet each other and never came back alive.
 Haunted By Fathers Testimony l Today, too, I am haunted still by some of my fathers testimony late yesterday He told on the stand how he had received money for let | ters which Dr. Hall had written to my mother. But that wasn't his fault. A woman tricked me out of those letters. She told me she was lawyer and wanted to protect me. She took the letters and had them published. Later she came back sheepishly with some of the money she had gotten. Poor father was SO in debt because of my mothers heavy funeral expenses. The dam age was already done. My mothers romance had already been barred to the world. Nothing could remedy that, so father took the money.
 Father wasn't exactly nervous on the stand. but he seemed confused little. That is easy to understand. It is hard to be on the stand with all those eyes staring at you.
 Courtroom Whispering Gallery
 When my father took the stand the little Somerville courtroom fairly buzzed with the whispered comments of newspapermen and spectators. Poor father! He's such quiet. unassuming chap - not at allthat type that should provoke any excitement. But he was the husband of the woman who was murdered and therefore anything he has to say or anything he does is of great interest. At least so 1t seems.
 If you only knew father as know him and as the town of New Brunswick knows him. you will readily understand why. No one ever took much stock in efforts to discredit his alibi. He can account for every minute from the time my mother left the house the night of September 14, 1922, to the time when he was first told of the dis covcry of the bodies.
 I suppose father does cut a pitt full figure in this case. Somehow, there is a tug at the heart strings to see a middle-aged man. meek in manner, mild of tone. involved in such horrible tragedy! If the pub lie feels that way. how much more terrible is the pain that I must en- dure when I see him on the stand telling the story of his life with my mother. over and over again. It does seem as If they could spare him that, but then, justice has never been noted for it's humaneness. It must be harsh, I suppose. I haven't been spared and it is too much to expect that my father will be spared.
 Father and have never hit along we'll together, but I do admire him for one thing. He has borne up un- der this awful thing bravely and has made no effort to gain sympa- thy for himself. Where other men might have taken to drink and gone to pieces entirely. father has refused to bow under the weight of his sorrow.
 Loved Her Mother
 know how terribly cut up he was about 1t at first-and I don't think any other woman will ever occupy the place in his heart that my mother did. He loved her, but he didn't know how to show it--and that was the beginning Of the tragedy. His tastes were so differ- ent from mother's-and in way he was so intolerant of her tastes, that rift in their married life was in- evitable. However. it never came to an open rupture and my father claims that not until after my mothers death did he learn that she no longer loved him-that Dr. Hall