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V 'ilii. .»i tj\.\ * .v GEuiiiiiAiN aAd Acts* a, i L'iiSi»A », Ai nLL 2i), Ibif! GIT WILL BL FIXED Bf NIGHT, GFFIGIALS SSI Admit Chain of Evidence Is Still Tangled, but Assert Solu tion Is Near. M ISS PEARL ROBINSON, sweetheart of Arthur Mullinax, the man questioned by the police in connection with the slaying of Mary Phagan. Her story cleared Mullinax of any suspicion of complicity in the crime which has shocked Atlanta. [ ! Hub the murflere.' of pretty little - Mary Phagan slipped the net that the police moH carefully spread for him ? Is the author of the crime that shocked the city and State with its terrible brutality still at large? Is the mystery, hr baffling in its myriad conflicting elements as it is revolting in its details, atill as far from solution as it was when Un beaten and bruised little body of Mary Phagan was found lifeless in i pile of traah and litter In a Forsyth Street basement? When the city detectives and Pin kertons picked up the twisted skeinsj of evidence this morning they ad mitted that they were as badly- tangled ns when they laid them down after working incessantly upon them until long after midnight. They are positive, however, that the guilt will be almost certainly fixed be fore nightfall. It only remains to follow e$ch thread of evidence out to “To what person will the damning thread lead?" 1s the question that is holding the entire city in suspense. No other tragedy in years has so gripped the people ns this one of the laughing, innocent girl lured to her death. When the final truth is known will the accusing finger-point of guilt be leveled at— Newt Lee, the negro night watch man, against whom suspicion was strongly directed to-day, although he Rt first was held only as an important witness. Or— Arthur Mullinax. of 60 Poplar Street, formerly a street car conductor, who was the first man arrested and se riously regarded as the possible mur derer. The evidence against him is slight. Or- J. M. Gantt, an employee of the Na tional Pencil T’ompany until three weeks ago, arrested ns he got off a car in Marietta yesterday. The evi dence against him is fan from con vincing. Or— Geron Bailey, negro elevator man in the pencil factory, who was ar rested at about the , same time as Mullinax and held as a material wit ness. Or— Some man whose name has not been previously mentioned in connection with the case. Police Expect Results. The police are confident that they will know in a few hours the identity of the slayer. Chief Beavers, Chief of Detectives Lanford, Detectives Black, Starnes, Hajdett, Rosser and Bullard and Pin kerton operatives were on the case again early this morning. Out of the many clews obtained yesterday they expected to get a definite.lead and bring order out of the confusion that hampered the first two days’ work. They have everybody in custody against whom suspicion has been strongly directed. They have a mass of information and a mass of testi mony, much of which Is conflicting. From this they will eliminate the in accurate and improbable and proceed carefully to weave the net of evi dence. No mystery in recent years has served to excite the public mind as the Phagan murder. Detective head quarters have been thronged with per sons who have believed that they had clews to the perpetrator of the crime. All day yesterday wns a ceaseless procession going into the detectives offices and another procession coming out. The officers were harrassed as much as they were aided. Many Worthless Clews. Fountless persons came to give general information about Mullinax or Gantt, or Lee, or Bailey. Othert came to identity Mullinax as the man they had seen with a girl on a certain street at a certain time Saturday night. Others were sure that it was Gantt they had seen. Some of the information was abso lutely worthless and some was re garded as furnishing possible clew While some of the officers were hearing the variqus tales of these peo LOYALTY SENDS GIRL TODEFENDMULLINAX Brave little Pearl Robinson! Her loyalty and devotion to Arthur Mullinax. one of the four men held in eonnertion with the brutal strangling of Mary Phagan, form the mly bright feature in a sordid and revolting crime. What did she care for the stares of the groups of people that hung about the detective headquarters when the life of her lover appeared to be in danger? What did she care for the re marks that were directed at her w hen she pushed and shoved her way through the morbid crowds awaiting for a new sensation? What difference did it make to her that her name instantly would be on the lips of everyone as the defend er of a man pointed out by one wit ness as the mysterious person with little Mary Phagan the last time she was seen alive? Love Gave Her Courage. It was the ages-old story of a wom an’s heart refusing to believe any ill of the man to whom it 1h pledged and devoted. in the young heart of pretty Pearl Robinson was implanted that eter nally feminine and eternally remark - able attribute as deeply as though she were twice her 16 years. She knew Arthur Mullinax, liked him, probably loved him with the iin plicit trust of a woman. He had been good to her. kind to her, and ahvays gentle and courteous. Tha was enough. He could not have been guilty of the terrible deed that has shocked a community as it has not been shocked-before in years. And she was not afraid to tell to the world her confidence in the in- noeenee of the man toward whom the wavering and shifting finger of sus- plcion had pointed at various times since tlie authorities began following out the many clews of the baffling mystery. She was astounded, overcome, when she read that Mullinax had been held In connection with the gruesome kill ing. How could they associate him with such an act—that of a fiend and beast? When the first shock had passed she was all action. She would tell the officers their mistake. She had no sooner made up her mind than she proceeded to carry out her inten tion. “Arthur Did Not Do It!” A few minutes later she was in th2 office of Chief of Detectives Lanford. She was surrounded by sharp-eyed and keen-minded detec tives. Th .it did not disconcert her in the least. Sh«- trembled from the thoughts of the terrible crime with which the name of her lover had been linked, but not from any fear of the guilt of him she had come to defend. “Arthur did not commit that awful deed,” she told Chief Lanford. in a positive and not-to-be-contradicted manner. That settled it. She had said the final word. Of course, she went on and told of his movements on the night of the tragedy, and with the aid of his landlady established a very strong alibi. But that was incidental in her mind. All that mattered and was of consequence was what her heart told her—"Arthur did not do it.” Suggestive Illustrations Clipped From Magazines Pasted Up About Scene of Tragedy. Pictures of Salome dancers in scanty raiment, and of chorus giris in different postures adorned the walls of the National Pencil Com pany's plant. They had tyeon clipped from a theatrical and prize-fighting magazine. A more melodramatic stage setting for a rendezvous or for the commit ting of a murder could hardly have been obtained. The building is cut up with partitions, which allow of a person passing about from one part to another without attracting the at tention of others. While the main en trance is used in gaining entrance to the building, the first floor is vacant, this space having formerly been leased out by the National Pencil Company. A person could enter th** building, descend the ladder to the cellar and not attract the attention of those above. One could likewise move from one floor to the other with out being noticed. Stygian blackness greets those who enter the cellar. Two gas jets afford a flickering, sickly light, which seems only to add to the pitchy darkness. - Temptations Many. That temptations probably were laid across the path of the girls who worked in the plant was not denied by Superintendent Leo Frank. Instead he admitted that It was highly prob able. “In a plant of this size, where 170 people are employed, and among them a large number of girls, it is quite probable that some of them were ap proached by some of the men work ing in the shop,” said Mr. Frank. “A force of this kind is continually shift ing, and undoubtedly many low char acters have worked there. It has been our effort to eliminate them as much as possible and the foreman have been strict in this regard. “Under the present conditions of morals in Atlanta, with the segregat ed district abolished, these low char acters undoubtedly have grown worse. That our janitor was bribed to allow them in the building, while a surprise to me, is not an unbelievable sugges tion. Such fellows as these might be expected to stoop to such things.” ‘Bally’ Customs Men Hold Wedding Gifts Sir Wilfred Peck Declines to Pay Duties on $10,000 Worth of Presents for His Bride. NEW YORK. April 29.—This is Sir Wilfred Peck’s opinion of the United States customs officials, expressed to day: “I say, my word, what a bally, blawsted, mercenary set you cnaps are.” Sir Wilfred landed to-day on the liner Lapland. With him were about $ 10,000 worth of bridal presents in tended for Miss Edwina Thornburg, a St. Louis beauty and heiress to whom he will be married on May 7. The customs officials insisted on turning Sir Wilfred’s trunks topsy turvey, after which they told Sir Wil fred he would have to pay 45 per cent duty on the presents. Sir Wilfred balked. "I cawn’t do it. ’y’know.” he ex claimed. “The mercenary chaps" were ob durate. Sir Wilfred finally quit the pier, leaving his wedding gifts behind. ‘I Feel as Though I Could Die/ 01 l A r p t i c £f r ee n r ( Sobs Mary Phagan’s Sister Among all the hearts that are bowed down in sorrow over the mur der of Mary Phagan, the 14-year- old factory child found dead in the National Pencil factory Saturday, there is none who feels the suffer ing and the anguish of the separa tion so keenly as her sister. Ollie, 18 years old, her companion since child hood. For with her it is the suffering of youth, when the rose-veil of life has been lifted to show its tiagh- and terrible side in all its fullne-s for the first time. And it is a'l the more pitiful for her because it is the kind of suffering that brings to one that sense of despair and a later sadness that makes the whole world seem never quite the same again, no mat ter what happens. Something of its sweetness and joy has gone out to stay. “Oh, I am so lonely without her,” the young girl told a Georgian re porter as the tears fell down her face unheeded. She was at her little home on Lindsay Street. "Mary and I were always together and we al ways told each other everything. We slept in the same bed at night; we had ever since we were little bit o’ kids; and we always talked after the iights were out. There wasn’t a thing that Mary wouldn’t tell me, and I would always advise her and tell her what I thought was right if little questions would come up be tween us. She was always such a good little thing, nobody could help loving her!” She clasped and unclasped her hands in front of her as though she did not know what to do, and leaned upon the bureau as if she w'ere tired. “I Never Had But One Sister.” “I don’t know what I’mwgoing to do—I haven’t got anybody now,” she said. “I never had but one sister, and she’s gone.” Her voice choked and she could not go on for a time. When she did it W'as to speak of how she was in Ma rietta when the tragedy happened and how the news came home to her mother on Sunday morning. She had not been home to go to the poor little body in the undertakers’ parlors shortly after it was taken there. “The first mother knew of it all was a little before 5 o’clock Sunday morning,” she said, her lips quiver ing. "A girl named Helen Ferguson, who lives near her© and who has a telephone, was called up by Grace Hicks, iht girl w r ho identified Mary’s body. Grace told her to come right on over and tell mother what had happened. Saturday night when Mary hadn’t come home they had all been worried. Mary had said she was coming right back after the parade, but didn’t show up. Then somebody remembered she had said she had heard the show at the Bijou was good—some of the girls had told her—and she would like to go, but she wouldn't go without she had some one to go with her. When she didn't come home a little later they all thought maybe she had found some of the girls anyway and gone, and so Mr. Coleman, her stepfather, went downtown to bring her home. He waited until the show was over and everybody had filed out of the theater, but Mary was not with the crowd. Mr. Coleman had returned home and found Mrs. Coleman and another woman, who had stayed with her while he had gone to town, still up and waiting for him. Then was when they decided that Mary had met up with her aunt from Marietta and gone home with her. She had intend ed going anyway Sunday. “But I know Mary’s safe,” said Mrs. Coleman, and after a few minutes they all went to bed. The Awful News. When Helen ^Ferguson’s footsteps touched the front porch at 5 o’clock the sound waked her mother imme diately. "There’s Mary now!” Mrs, Coleman exclaimed as she sat up on the bed. “No, it h'n’t either,” declared Mr. Coleman. “I feel it’s news for us, and bad news.” Mrs. Coleman went to the door. “ Mrs. Coleman.” said Miss Render- son. "did you know that Mary had been killed?” "Oil, it can’t be possible!” her moth er sobbed. "What do you mean? 1 don’t understand you. Tell me how. Maybe you're mistaken—maybe it isn’t Mary.” But Miss Henderson said that Miss Hicks was positive in her identifica tion. And then Mr. Coleman came out and brought her mother in the house, she was crying so, and then as quick ly as he could be dressed and went downtown to look at the body. There was no mistake. It was Mar/. Her voice was pitifully like a child’s when vhe had finished, as she asked The Georgian reporter if he thought the man would be captured, “If $hey get him they ought to treat him just like he treated her.” she de clared. "Oh, my poor little sister! He had no pity for her, and they oughtn’t to have any for him. Oh, God. 1 jus feel as if 1 could die." She w’ill attend the furiral of her sister in Marietta, goin/ up with the family Tuesday. She was formerly employed at a downtown department store, but recently gave up her posi tion. She is very pretty and attrac tive, slenderly built and resembles her sister to some extent, it Is said. Favorite Horse Shot as Owner Is Buried Widow Gave the Order and Will Erect a Monument Over Steed of William Mayer. NEWPORT, April 29.—As the body of William H. Mayer, the society four-in-hand whip was being lowered in his plot at the Island Cemetery his favorite gray horse Ironbar was put to death and buried in the rear of the Cia.e Hill Farm. This was done by direction of the widow who will later erect a monu ment for the horse. Mrs. Mayer and her husband had Tiany times ridden behind Ironbar f.« Newport, so many times that every man. woman and child knew his name. To Seek Polar Dead Capt. Peter Bayne, 69, Survivor of Hall Expedition, 1866-69, May Find Franklin Victims. SEATTLE, April 29.—Capt. Pe^ef Bayne, 69, probably the last survivor of Dr. Charles Hall’s expedition thai sought for three years, beginning in 1866, for traces of the remains of the Sir John Franklin expedition has un dertaken to complete the work he began as a young man. He has purchased the old Arctic schooner Duxbury and is now out fitting her for a cruise to Victoria- land, where Sir John Franklin’s body is buried in a tomb made by his HIGHER COST OF DRUNKS STRIKES ANNISTON, ALA. ANNISTON. ALA., April 2».-^A beer or •'red-eye" spree In Anniston on Sunday is as expensive aa cham pagne on any other day. Some time ago Recorder Creert an nounced that he would raise tile Hne $1 every Monday morning for persons convicted of being drunk on Sunday. The price has now reached $30. Next Monday the price for plain Sunday drunks will be $31. Germany's $250,000,000 Gold. BERLIN. April 20.—The statement of the Imperial Bank of Germany shows for the first time in its his tory that there is over $250,000,000 in gold in the vaults of the bank. The Kind You Have Always Bought lias borne the signa ture of Cbas. H. Fletcher, and has been made under hi* persona) supervision for over 30 years. Allow no one to deceive you in this. Counterfeits, Imitations ana •« ,7iist-as-good ” are hut Experiments, and endanger the health of Children—Experience against Experiment. What is CASTOR IA Oastoria is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Pare goric, Drops and Soothing Syrups. It is Pleasant. It contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic substance. Its ago is its guarantee. 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They never fail: take them as directed for a week and noti< $ tlie feeling of happiness that comes from ability to eat well, vleep well, work well. Notice the skin clear up. the blotches go. the eyes grow bright- { er and the appetite return. i Don't take Calomel—all you need J is HOT SPRINGS LIVER BCT- < TONS and all druggists here- £ a bouts sell them for 25 cent- a i box. Free sample from Hot ) Springs Chemical Co., Hot i Springs*, Ark. Vile, other detectives were putting the prisoners through a grilling examina tion of their whereabouts at every minute of Saturday night. Third Degree for Lee. Newt 1/ee, the black night watch man, was given the "third degree” in the belief that he knew much more about the crime than he professed. He showed signs of weakening seve- al times, but each time recovered be fore he had made.any admissions se riously damaging either to hiiyself or any of the other prisoners. The shifting of suspicion to Lee was* the most startling development of this forenoon, although what basis it had in actual evidence is hard to determine, it is known that the Cole man family are inclined to believe that he knows a great deal more about the crime than he has been pleased to tell. Screams in the build ing were heard by persons in the livery stable nearby, according to stories current to-day. How could Lee have made his rounds every half hour and not have heard them, mem bers of tb< Coleman family ask. O. L. Bagiev, shipping clerk for the Atlanta Milling Company, was with Gantt Saturday night and left him ;j few minutes after 10 o’clock. ;u ording to ;« >iatement to a Oeoi gisn reporter. Bagiev declared: “Gantt is bv‘. a casual acquaitancc of nine, though 1 have known him for about a year. I do no. believe h< him some time. My brother and friend of Gantt’s, named White, were playing a game of pool. Gantt does not play and we sat down and watched my l^other and White. About 10 o’clock Gantt and myself strolled out of the pool room and walked around. We went a block or two out Whitehall Street, then turned and came back, walking back to Alabama Street and up Alabama to Broad Street. 1 told Gantt that 1 was going to catch a car and he said he woulu go back to the pool room. I noticed that he walked up Broad Street. mV car came along and 1 went home. 1 caught the 10: 30 o’clock car. Had Started West. “In the course of our conversation Gantt told me that he had left Atlanta to go to San Francisco and had gotten as far as St. Louis but had been held lip there several days on account of high water. He said he then changed his mind and came back to Atlanta "He alsxi told me that he probably would go to farming; that his mother hud offered to give him a 500-acre farm near Marietta. 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