Evening star., 1928-06-22

| But &C tklab moment sammy Moreno
didn't look like poor boob" II any
shadow of death 1t was that boy Of 20,
with the mind of child Of IL.
10 He walked erect, with shoulders
squared and head held back -- like
soldier. When he flrst came to the Dis
trict Jail, the guards say, he was hard
But he hasn't been hard for some
months now. He has been gentle and
soft-voiced. He has craved sympathy
like Wiped dog
The hardened guards have been put
| ting their arms around him and doing
| for him every little favor that was pos
Sible.
Most Trying Visitor.
He stepped into the arms OF his
mother.
Mrs. Moreno has been the most try
ing OF all the visitors for officials at the
jail. She Is hysterical in her grief and
more than once her frenzied cries have
echoed through the building, unnerying
every one.
Just few minutes before she was
admitted to see her boy for the last
time she had collapsed in the waiting
room and was taken across the street to
Gallinger Hospital TO be revived for the
ordeal that awaited her.
| Moreno patted his mother on the
cheek. He patted his little sister on the
back.
The mothers sobs filled the room
The sister started'to wall. But 1t didn't
unnerve Moreno.
Over and over again he kissed the lit
tie girl. Over and over again he kissed
! his mother.
They were led out on the arms of So
cial workers
| The great iron gate closed behind
Sammy" The friendly guards whom
he had described gratefully in a letter
written two days ago to Mai. Peak as
full Of mirth." supported the slender
little fellow as he came to them again.
Proctors Arrive.
Then came the Proctors-mother
sweetheart, two sisters and little
nephew.
| They were all villains-theSe three
murderers who shot down in cold blood
| the father of family. Eagles crime
record was long and lurid. Moreno
would have done anything Eagles told
/ him to do--however dastardly and cruel
But there are those who say that John
Proctor was the worst of all. They ac-
cuse him of being the ringleader.
What Eagles has said OF him in the
past few months is unprintable.
Even the forgiving Moreno has hated
him.
The guards didn't like him.
! "A spoiled child" his brother said OF
! him.
| But all these murderers were likable
| fellows in their way-and Proctor,
superficially at least, was the most
/ likable of all He was handsome boy
who talked with soft, engaging South
| ern drawl.
| Showed Iron Nerve.
Eagles and Moreno said he was yell
! low. He was far from yellow yester-
day afternoon during the greatest or
/ deal of his life-greater even than his
march to the electric chair this morn
| ing
! Like Moreno. he fell into his mothers
| arms. Their lips came together, For
| three full nfsnutes the frantic embrace
| continued.
She was sobbing Historically. He
pulled a white handkerchief from his
hip pocket and wiped the tears from
her eyes. His sweetheart, Mrs. Leila
johnson, clung to him. He disengaged
one arm from around his mother and
placed 1t around her.
Considerably longer time was allowed
', Proctor with his folks than had been
given to any of the others-probably
Because they behaved less Historically.
| Finally. they were told IL was time
to 60 Then came the weeping and
wailing.
| Mai. Peak supported himself on the
piano. Hardened guards turned their
faces away and were sobbing.
Boy Chins Himself.
| The little boy, who had been playing
| about the rotunda, chinned himself on
q horizontal bar.
| A guard patted his head
! Mrs. Proctor and Mrs. johnson we're
| led out on the arm Of Rev George w.
Dow. superintendent of Episcopal City
| Missions, who has been spiritual ad-
visor to the condemned youth.
| Betty Proctor and Mrs. Viola Eagles.
the two sisters. followed them. :.
| hard said a grixzled doorman. who
| has witnessed the preliminaries to
many executions, as he turned his face
| away and unlocked the door of the
| rotunda to allow them to come out,
| A moment later he was ashamed OF
| himself. MA
! ITS time for the director to yell
cut on all this" he said with forced
smile TITS terrible
The iron door closed behind John
| Proctor.
| A few minutes later he was sitting on
table reading q long letter from
| somebody.
Joking With Guards.
Eagles and Moreno we're joking with
| the guards.
| Outside the Jail were crowd. of
nearly q hundred of the morhidly
| curious
Guards chased them back to the
sidewalk
| The lights came on. one by one The