Evening star., 1935-02-04

sleeping-garment that had belonged
to her baby; nor Lindbergh himself.
answering question after question with
tireless patience and conscientious
care. Jafsie elated and dramatic; the
Osborns, father and son, going over
chart after chart Of the handwriting
specimens; the dramatic and thrilling
hours when Koehler demonstrated
what fibers Of wood could mean, and
to what tremendous results the slight
est clue might lead-all these were
great moments Of the trial.
But the one that comes back TO
me most clearly, as think the whole
thing over, Is the day when Betty
Cow talked on the stand. Somehow
that Scottish girls story tore at ones
heart: somehow the lost baby's very
father and mother failed to put so
convincingly before our eyes the full
values of the event that shocked the
whole world on a March morning
nearly three years ago.
Routine of Normal Home.
Just what is happening today, and
what will happen tonight in 100000
quiet American homes, her story. Just
the routine of happy, beloved baby.
secure in his fathers protection and
his mothers love; waving down at
mummy from a nursery window, trot-
ting contentedly down to have tea
with her a little later. galloping into
the kitchen with all the ecstasy of q
normal child at going where he wasn't
supposed to 60, and finally being
captured and carried of upstairs
for his cereal and his prune sauce,
his Zweiback and his orange Juice,
his woolly pajamas with their warmly
closed little feet, his rub with medi-
Gated oil and his final adoring kisses.
All so safe and so happy up to this
point; an American home with q
baby in 1.-THE commonplace that Is
a miracle and yet a commonplace
still.
Betty Cow gave us all this; told
of going down to her own dinner.
and of that fatally protracted talk
with another household servant about
a dress. Her voice went on steadily,
but a little quickened now, a little
lower, to her return to the nursery,
her shutting of windows and admit
tance of tempered light, her reach
ing the crib and cropping confidently
for the baby
And there, with her tears, with the
sudden stopping Of her voice, came to
me the terrific moment Of the whole
trial. Not the moment when the jury
brings in its verdict. as believe 1t
may In another week, will equal It,
To every man and every woman who
had ever gone to a crib and bent down
to pick up a sweet, warm, drowSy lit
tie creature in the soft darkness Of a
night nursery, imagination must turn
sick at the thought of so terrible q
moment. It ushered in, that one mo-
ment, the darkest hours that our Ma
tion has known for many long year.
It made the most fortunate, the most
admired and envied man and woman
in the world the most pitiable; 1t
rocked the world like an earthquake.
It put civilization back.
With other men and women had
for years been fighting for the aboli-
ton of capital punishment; early in
March, 1882, resigned from the So
ciety. If there are men in the world
who can steal and destroy q baby.
who can torture his parents with en-
couraging news of him, after his
death, and who can take money for It,
then better be done with them-better
send them out of the world like the
twisted dangerous, mad dogs they arel
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