As I write I can see the cold, grey walls of
the state prison that holds all that is dear to me. Day after day,
I have watched and waited, hoped against hope. The courts are so
slow, and lawyers are so technical. There have been executions
since I came here, too--and I shudder at them. Will this appeal be
denied, also?
My husband was accused of murdering by poison--hemlock, they
alleged--his adoptive parent, the retired merchant, Parker Godwin,
whose family name he took when he was a boy. After the death of
the old man, a later will was discovered in which my husband's
inheritance was reduced to a small annuity. The other heirs, the
Elmores, asserted, and the state made out its case on the
assumption, that the new will furnished a motive for killing old
Mr. Godwin, and that only by accident had it been discovered.
Sanford is innocent. He could not have done it. It is not in him
to do such a thing. I am only a woman, but about some things I
know more than all the lawyers and scientists, and I KNOW that he
is innocent.
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