Evening star., 1928-06-22

no English. Her folks have not told
| her much of that fatal exchange OF
| shots in the misty darkness of the
September morning, nearly two years
| ago, for which her boy is behind the
| bars.
| She loved Mick" and he loved her
/ During these last hours when the hope
| has burned low in the gunman's heart
! he talked often and sincerely OF his
mother. His voice broke when he men
toned her name.
/ When she was admitted to the ro-
tunda shortly before pm. yesterday,
she knew that she would not see her
boy again for a long, long time. She
is old and feeble. She thought she
might die before she could come to
him again.
Told Her of Life In Pen.
He had told her that he had been
sentenced to Imprisonment for life at
the Federal penitentiary at Atlanta
and was to be taken out that night
In a few days she will receive let
ter under an Atlanta postmark, which
Nick's brother Arthur will read to her,
telling her that he was taken sick on
his arrival there and died.
The arrangement of this subterfuge
was the actor -murderer's last frame
up"
She entered the room with Arthur
Eagles and his wife Viola, who is Proc
tors sister. With them came the old
ladys 3-year r-old grandson. All after
noon the little fellow had been playing
about the waiting room. He had en-
deared himself-sturdy, chestnut-head-
ed toddier that he is--to the guards
and TRUSTEES. They had sent around
to corner store and bought him a
blackberry pie. His face was stained
with the blackberry juice as he danced
into the room.
The family party was halted by Maj.
Peak near the piano in the center of
the rotunda.
Eagles Embraces Mother.
The heavy iron gate swung open
Out walked Nicholas Lee Eagles for
these last tortuIing minutes OF liberty
with those who had loved him. He
walked erect, with head thrown back
the shadow of grotesQue smile on his
face.
He shook his brothers hand and
threw his arms around his mother.
She threw her arms around him. Her
thin, worn hand patted his back. The
little boy played at their feet. .
Poor old emigrant mother--She looked
so tired, so utterly. hopeleSsly weary
The hardened observers turned their
faces away. Mother and son spoke TO
each other in Yiddish. Their voices
were loud, but none could understand
what passed between them. She bore
up bravely. So did Eagles. At last she
began to sob tremulously. She was
afraid she never would see her boy
again.
overhead through the skylight Of the
rotunda was a patch of sky covered
with ashen clouds. Eagles looked up
and then buried his head in his mothers
breast Her sobs grew more tremulouS
Tighter and tighter they clasped each
other.
Gets Blackberry Kiss.
After two or three minutes guard
notified them that IL was time TO part.
She was close to collapse as she was
led out on the arm of her elder son.
The condemned man kissed his little
nephew. The child ran after them, his
mouth still purple with blackberry
stains.
Nick" turned his back resolutely on
his departing relatives and walked to-
ward the bars He seemed to Stagger a
little He held up his head and was
biting his lips.
The gate swung open before him. He
paused for second and then walked
through. The door ratified shut behind
him The key was turned.
Nicholas Lee Eagles never would come
| through those bars again except to die.
| A few moments later reporters found
| him chatting with the guards and smil-
| ing. He confirmed the report which
| had been circulating through the pris-
on all day that Betty Proctor, John
Proctor's youngest sister. was his wife
They had been married secretly In 1924,
| he said. when both were playing in the
same burleSque company in New York
| City.
Moreno Sees Family.
The Moreno family were notified that
| their turn had come TO bid their boy
| farewell.
The mother, the aunt and two lit
| tie sisters were admitted to the rotunda.
| Everybody says the chestnut-eyed
| asthenic Sam Moreno was moron
Eagles always insisted that the 20-year-
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but followed blindly his heroes, The
guards always have called him the
poor boob" and they have been very
| kind to him.
His idol was Eagles. He was tough"
| because Eagles was tough" He car
| ried gun because Eagles carried gun
| He shot because Eagles would think
| him yellow" II he didn't.
| Even in the shadow OF death he still
| looked up to Eagles Only yesterday
morning the specialized gunman said to
| him In the hearing of reporters
| Sammy, some folks say that they
might get you off II would sign a con-
| fession saying that You and Proctor
didn't FIRE at Busch Then I would die
alone Do you want me to do that,
| Sammy"
NO" said Moreno.
! This was just moment before
| Eagles remarked:
Another Hour Gone.
1T must be close TO 10 o'clock now"
| Later than that It's close To H."
said somebody heedlessly consulting a
watch.
/ The glnman shuddered. One Of his
last "A hours goneI
| The gate swung open for Sammy"
! The poor boob" stepped out into the
arms OF his mother.