The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-04-04
Aged Mother Was
 Stunned Ouer Ne1us
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bled almost convulsively, and sat staring at the floor, unaware that the United Press Correspondent was leaving the room. Her Baby" Left Her
 He had visited her few hours be- fore, after the execution of Bruno Richard Hauptmann, her baby" and left her in the combined living room dining room of her little home an apron over her face. sobbing her brief. c,,..e said this morning that she did not sleep all night. 1 Seventy years old, frail, worn with sorrow and worry, she was told in the early hours of this morning that Hauptmann, third of her four sons to die violent death, had been ex- ecuted for one of the most dastard- ly of crimes,
 It was the first time she had be- lievcd that her son, whom she be- lieved incapable of the crime, really was to die.
 Believed In Innocence It had been plain, in her earlier 1 talk, that she not only believed im- plicity in her sons innocence, but that she believed he would be saved by some miracle in the strange country to which he had emigrated, the village scapegrace. The United Press correspondent was first to inform Frau Haupt- mann of her sons execution. She spent yesterday evening alarming socks for her lodger, and insisting that something would happen tc prevent the execution.
 In the early hours of this morn- ing-it was nearly 3 8. m. here when Hauptmann was put to death-the United Press correspondent called at the little white home in Bautcener street.
 The house was in darkness, in the dead quiet of the village. The cor respondent knocked twice. A light shone. and Frau Hauptmann ad- mitted her visitor.
 She looked confident at first plainly, she believed she was to hear that another reprieve had been granted, as she had predicted.
 A look of puzzlement, then of worry, swept over her face when she saw that the correspondent was having difficulty in telling her his news.
 Sad News Broken
 When she heard her son was dead, she shook her silver gray head sad ly. Her lips began trembling, she led the way from the door into the little combined living room-dining room, with its stove, its red sofa, its old fashioned wall cupboards and the pictures on the walls of her four sons two of whom were killed in the World War.
 She was shivering and trembling as she walked toward the sofa. Sud- denly she put her hands to her face and began to cry, silently at first. Her blue eyes were drawn with lack of sleep.
 On the table there was plate con- taining apple skins. where Frau Hauptmann had eaten an early evening meal while she waited until she was exhausted for news of her son. She sat on the sofa. almost dazed. Then she looked up through her tears, sighed and said: Is It Possible
 "Oh Godl Is 1t possible"
 The correspondent tried to com fort her.
 T prayed and prayed" she said hopelessly. T prayed even in these last few minutes. I have not slept at all since I went to bed early last evening""
 She was asked if, as has always been said, Bruno-Richard as he is called here-was her favorite son.
 She nodded. My son was my only hope" she said.
 "She sat trembling, her white hair falling over her haggard face.
 "Oh, where is Heavens justice?" she asked. Then her lips began to move in silent prayer. After few minutes she said:
 My son thought it would be other wise"
 Has No Money
 She was asked whether Haupt- mann's widow and their baby son Mannfried would come to Kamenz to live with her.
 That is impossible she said. We have no money"
 She fell silent again, the tears coursing down her worn face.
 T do firmly believe in God" she said suddenly. as if answering per- sonal doubt. q know I shall sec my son very soon"
 She turned again to the corre- spondent and said
 Did my son have any greetings for mel"
 The correspondent lied and said yes.
 Fyau Hauptmann stood up. her frail body still trembling beneath her dark blue bathrobe. which had fallen I;rtly open. II Want tO Be Alone" I s,ls. T lA