New Britain herald., 1926-11-03
CHARLOTTE MILLS
 WITHOUT MALICE
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NCOnLlnueO From flTSt PaSe) AS I walked slowly over to the court-it is just across the street from the hotel where I am staying these thoughts were still with me and perhaps for that reason, the sight of hundreds of people lined up in front of the building trying to get in. scores of reporters and wit nesses and lawyers. and county off ctals hustling and bustling about the shouting and the general excite ment filled me with feeling of de- pression and l have been unable to shake it off as I write this.
 Prays For Justice And Wisdom
 Yesterday befor l left our little Now Brunswick home for Somerville I knelt in my mothers bedroom and asked God to bring justice and wis dom to the court where three people go on trial. I fingered again some of the things mother had left behind her. From its hiding place l took the precious little antique jewel case Dr. Hall had given her. It is broken now, just as their love was broken by death, but love 1t still. It is something that passed between them They admired it together and it brought back memo ories of their love.
 I wandered through the house yesterday, into the kitchen where 1t oo little "kuchen" for my brother Danny and me, and where she used to make dishes Dr. Hall was SC fond of. He always liked to eat at our house.
 Then I went into the living room where mother and Dr. Hall and we children used to have such good times singing and playing together. We were so happy then. He was so jolly and mothers eyes were so bright.
 Sometimes in those happy days I used to wish that Dr. Hall had been father, he was so kind and understanding.
 Sweet memories those.
 SteeIs Herself Against Ordeal
 Then these other memories, bit ter memories. That awful death. Sometimes I think I could have borne mothers death a little more calmly if it hadn't been for her love for Dr. Hall. It was so hard to see their beautiful love stilled. But perhaps they are now where they can love in peace. That is my great comfort. And now the trial is to begin, I have steeled myself as much as I can against the or deal. During all these days to come i 1 shall do my best to think only of | the sweet memories of my mother.
 shall feel sorry for Mrs. Hall and her two brothers when I see i them facing the court shortly. IL will be an ordeal for them, too They will suffer and I cannot help but be sorry for them for I don't like to see anyone suffer But l do want to see justice done. I will bear them no i'll will until 1t is proven without question of doubt that they were responsible for the deaths of my mother and Dr. Hall. I trust in the twelve men who will be picked to sit in judgment on them.
 Only few more minutes now and the trial will be under way. People are rushing here and there eager to break into the court room, to see 1t all, hear it all, to be able 10 tell other folks about it, as if 1t were a first night at a new play, instead of a trial of three people accused of killing a man and woman, and the woman, my mother.
 Dazcd, Not Thrilled
 It is hard to describe my feelings at this moment Perhaps l should be thrilled, but I don't think I am. am more dazed than anything else. 1 seem detached from everything. IL is as if l were seeing a show on q stage. l just can't believe that I am here, participating in this trial Of the people accused of the murder of my own mother.
 IT the trial had come soon after mother and Dr. Hall were killed, perhaps l would have been all ex- cited, But for your years l have been waiting for this moment-I have been waiting for the time when the law would run down the suspects and bring them to trial, to test their innocence, or guilt.
 For tour years it seemed that the law was running up against an un- yielding wall, No progress was made. Most people forgot the case, but through those years it was all ways very near 10 me. I couldn't get away from it. It tuggcd at my heart strings. I missed my mother terribly and still do. l can't get used to being without her. can not realize that she won't come back to me.
 Weary, Then Hardened
 But long before the first irvestIga- tion four years ago was over l be- caAle weary of the lrgal proceedings l was questioned over and over aGa.n-always the same questions always tho same answers, and al ways that feeling of beating against a stone wall.
 1 became a little hardened to II all l had to, otherwise, Heaven knows what would have happened 10 me- l couldn't have stood it.
 So now that the trial is actually on, Il leaves me with a dazcd feel. ing. But now and then, in a flash. those terrible days Of four years ago come back 10 my memory-my mother missing, the finding Of the bodies, tho funeral, the investigation the terrible gossip. an daIl that. IL makes me shuddcr to think of it.
 Now | am hcre in this courtroom. 1 lhree people must answer the fa'N rr