Imperial Valley press., 1934-12-10
BY SIDNEY b. WHIPPLE
United Press Staff Corresponds

BY SIDNEY b. WHIPPLE
United Press Staff Correspondent
Copyright, 1884, by United Press
The desolate, rain-drenched Sour
lands mountains of New Jersey pro-
vided, during the dying winter of
1882, setting for the most shock
ing crime in modern American his
tory-the kidnapping and murder Of
Charles A. Lindbergh, Jr.
In an effort to escape the unWel-
come attention and adulation of the
world and to rear his son in the
atmosphere of an average American
family, Col. Lindbergh had built
his home, that winter, in an iso-
lated community near the dour
foothills, three miles from the lit
tie town of Hopewell.
The home was a rambling, white
manor, III French seignorial archi-
lecture, dominating knoll which
overlooked an estate of some 500
acres. To its north, penetrated by
dirt lanes and rough roads, lay a
10-mile tangle of woodlands. On its
south were rolling meadows and
occasional swamp land, descending
gently to the village.
Col. Lindbergh, his wife, Anne
Morrow Lindbergh, and their 30
month-old son had not yet estab-
lished themselves permanently in
the great white house. 1t was their
habit, however, to spend week-ends
at the manor, pervising the
touches that we're transforming it
into a year-around residence. and to
spend the remainder of the week
a the home of Annes mother, Mrs
Dwight w. Morrow, in EngleWood
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Baby Had Cold
But March came in like a lion
On the morning of March l, Mrs
Lindbergh looked out upon the dis
NAL prospect, and decided not to
risk driving through the storm to
Englewood with her son. The child
had a slight cold. Accordingly, she
telephoned, shortly before noon, to
the babys nurse, Betty Cow, who
was, at the Morrow home, and told
her of the change in plans.
Betty Scottish maid who had
attended the family since the baby's
birth, promised to be at the Hope
well home by midafternoon. But
before she left Englewood, she at
tempted to telephone to Henry
johnson, red-headed young man
with whom she was friendly, to
break an engagement with him that
evening. Unable to reach him at his
boarding house, she left word foi
him to call her at Hopewell.
! Col. Lindbergh, who was in New
York, was not expected home fol-
dinner. He had promised to be pre-
sent at the dinner of New York
organization Of university men-a
promise, it developed, he had COM
pletely forgotten.
bed in his crib in the large nursery
on the second floor. His mother
ministering to his cold, had rubbed
his chest with oil. Betty Cow had
dressed him warmly in Woolen
sleeping garment. to the sleeves of
which we're affixed little aluminium
cups, devices of modern mothers TO
prevent the habit of thumb suck
ing.
! Thereafter, at half-hour intervals
Nurse Betty Cow looked in at the
sleeping infant and saw that all
was well. The lights were turned
out and she went below stairs, to
visit with the impeccable English
butler, Olive Whately, and the but
ler's good wife, Elsie.
Shortly after 7:3O p. m., Col
Lindbergh Unexpectedly made his
appearance. He inquired, as usual
about the baby and was told Charles
seemed to be suffering from slight
lung congestion. At BIS p. m. Ollie
Whately announced: Dinner is
served"
Colonel Heard Noise
After dinner, the colonel retired
to his study, adjoining the living
room, and became engrossed in
work. Anne Morrow Lindbergh
tired with the days events, went up
stairs to her own bedroom, and pre-
pared to retire.
/ Col. Lindbergh recalled, after
wards, that at some moment be-
tween nine and ten o'clock, he was
startled from his reading by hear
ing loud noise outside the WIN
dow. With a furious wind blowing,
however, he laid the sound to the
possible crack of tree branch and
resumed his studies.
Finds Crib Empty
A little before 10 p. m, Betty Cow
made a final visit to the nursery
She turned on the lights and went