The Washington times., 1927-06-27

QuCutty uuUASs VI all the WOE10
which snapped at Judgment against
me before the facts were known
they are not known yet, in truth
these bereaved blood kin and reIa.
tives by marriage OF the man
stand condemned for having muir.
dered never whispered q word
against me in public.
Always Loved Lorraine
They were always kind to me
and were always lovely to Lorraine.
But they hardly knew her, and
she, an impressiOnable 0-year.OId
does not feel close to them. Hel
grandmother is as much q part OF
her little body as her arm or her
heart. They have q common cause
Of sorrow and sympathy now which
since their common shock and
grief don't think Lorraine dOesn't
know what it's all about, has
drawn them even more closely into
one, moro closely than any outsider
who hasn't been through what our
family has suffered can appreciate
or visualize or imagine.
The Snyders, with all their high
minded restraint toward me, for
which I breathe a prayer for their
happiness in thanks and understand.
ing, must harbor in their hearts
some germ OF resentment, at least
doubt, against me.
Why Should Child Suffer More?
Blood is thicker than water. How
well know it and feel it as l write
these views from my innermost sen.
timents. Lorraine Is Of their blood,
inf - AZ A.
[ am sentenced TO die because 1 was
convicted Of shedding their blood.
They would be kind to her, am
convinced. But-would it be f1u.
manly possible for them to forget
expunge? If I did not kill their
kinsman, IL they believe me, they
still know that l betrayed him, that
I could have saved his life. that ]
brought down upon them bitter grief
and dire disgrace.
LOrrain has suffered enough for
my sins. Why should she bear more
| for them!
She wants to stay with her grand.
mother. She writes mo SO every day.
She sends me beautiful letters they
bring some Of the tears those report
ers evapOrate into the salt Of their
''cOpy'') with dozens Of Ks covering
every scrap Of white space.
Now, while that matter was pend.
ing, dreaded the thought OF having
any criticism started il 1 had her
come here, to a death house, to visit
me.
Might Have Censured Mother
II she did come, no one could have
brought her but my mother.
We have no one else. There Is
no one else l would permit, prob
ably no one else she would go with
herself.
That might have brought my
mother into severe, unkind light
We are so searchingly watched al
the time, our every mouthful, our
every tear is spied on-what might
not those reporters have made Of
this?
Didn't they cry, "GhastIy! In
human! Unspeakable!' when LOr.
raine took the witness stand to do
her tiny bit toward saving her
mothers life and her mothers last
surviving shred of honor?
Then I pleaded with my lawyers
not to let her-not to subject her to
the ordeal. not to burn into her i'm.
questionable memory the recollec
| ton OF those five minutes. But
this was no trifling matter, either
for me or for my counsel-their
careers were in the balance as well
as my very heart-beats. 1t was
their sworn duty to use every
legal method to establish their de
tense for me.
Hard to Make Public Understand
| I yielded-not to their pleadings
but to their commands, / was il
their hands.
If for that I was called a mon
ster, a viper, and a beast, wha,
would they say of me and my mother
II, when copy" is lean and report
ers have to draw on their inaeina
ton about my face powder and m,
food and complexion, e my mothel
came leading tear-stained, fright
ened child here to see her beloved
mother through bars and gratings. 1
murderer awaiting the electric
chair?
Oh, it is hard to make the world
! see through those thick stone walls
through the thicker granite betweeT
them in their free world and th,
torn heart of q Ruth Snyder.
/ do not kneel to you to beg IN,
mercy. only ask that q fellow
creature, penned in and defense
less, assailed BY fears and ren1orst
and woes. be let alone--that curl
Gus outsiders do not poke sharr
sticks at the Gagged victim of Iife',
traps which may close on some
OF them some day-God helm them
The concluding chapter
Of Ruth Snyder's own Story
appears tomorrow in The
Washington Times. It is q
personal letter to her own
darling daughter, Lorraine.
It gives an immense tug to
the coolest heart. Watch for
this installment!