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3 THE ATLANTA CFKUKttlAN AND NEWS PRISONER AND WIFE SNAPPED IN COURT FOR THE GEORGIAN By L. F. WOODRUFF. A page was ripped from a story of Harris Dickson. “Old Reliable’’ was paraded In the life in as somber a setting as was ever conceived, and the temper of the audience that Is follow ing the fortunes of Leo Frank through his struggle for life and liberty was revealed. Some sinister things have been said of the spirit of Atlanta in reference to the trial of the pencil factory super intendent as the slayer of Mary Pha- gan. It was whispered once that the law would not be allowed to take its course, but that those who believe Frank guilty would take vengeance as their own. And, on the other hand, itTias been said In sotto voce that the purses of Frank’s friends would be opened to the last penny to see that Tie receives a verdict of acquittal. Laugh Gives Lie to Rumor. But right at the start the whisper ings were given the lie, just as hap pens to most whisperings. A jury was selected and sworn in record time, and the story of a people torn by factional feeling by the case was crushed. The first important witness looked and spoke like “Old Reliable.” And his hearers laughed* People inflamed by a passion so deadly that they are willing to defy the law to obtain their vengeance do not laugh when the issue is being fought. People who are willing to spend their last dollar to see a man freed do not giggle when a witness relates cir cumstances which, the opposition maintains, adds a strand to the cor-1 of hemp which It Is striving to weave about his neck. Frank Getting Fair Trial. Newt Lee, black, ignorant, corn field ,pot-licker-fed darky, by the homeliness of his words proved be yond peradventure that Leo M. Frank is getting a fair and impartial trial as the law decrees, and that Atlanta is willing to abide by the verdict ■which the twelve men return when the historic case shaty have passed to Its final stage. It took just such a character as Newt Lee to bring to light the true nature of the people who are listening to the trial, who are following the legal battle step by step, whose in terest in the case is bo intense that it has kept the slaying of Mary Phagan the big thing in the public mind for three long months. Fortune favored both sides when the prosecution decided to place him on the stand among the first. Wheth er his story materially damaged Frank or his cross-examination ma terially aided the defense is of little moment. The reception of his testi mony indicated to each side just what the public thought and enabled them to know that the case will be tried in the orderly manner which justice de mands. Newt Enjoys His Fame. Let’s have a look at Newt Lee. There’s a lot to be learned from this homely negTo. When his name was called and he entered the courtroom, he had a joyful realization of his own Importance. His face showed he was again enjoying the thrilling pleasure of “cornin’ thru” or going on a “scus- pion.” Hf is typical of the type that Judgp JMo'testm ©o vividly depicts.* His head Is fiat as a ballroom floor. His big frame is slightly bent, not from weak ness. but from the natural laziness of his type. Sympathy that has been spent on him for his months in jail, though ad mittedly innocent of any crime, has been spent in vain. Newt Lee has been having the time of his life. “Ain’t dat nigger had his picture took and put in de white folks’ pa pers ? Don’t dem big lawyers pay L STOPS BABY'S ECZEMA > Relieves Itching Instantly and Soon J Clears Away All Eruption. There would be fewer babies tor tured and disfigured by eczema, ! fewer mothers worn out by con stant worry and loss of sleep, and fewer lives made miserable by skin troubles that have persisted since infancy, if every woman only knew about Resinol Ointment and Resi- nol Soap. 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He has tasted all the popularity of a negro about to be hung and escaped the only drawback to the final ceremony, the actual hanging. Sang-froid Never Shaken. His sang-froid never left him even during the cross-examination he un derwent under the skillful questioning of Luther Rosser. He enjoyed every minute of the experience. He spoke in a dialect that Dock- stader would pay thousands for and he spoke with a directness and an intelligence that showed that he had either been thoroughly rehearsed or that he was possessed of one of ,those quick, in-seeing mind, so rarely found among negroes of his type, but so typical of the class. Lee is beyond doubt "a white man’s nigger.” He spread a feeling of kind liness over a courtroom where bit terness was supposed to prevail. Judge, Jurors, spectators, all seemed in sympathy with him, and even Mr. Rosser did not prod him in the merci less manner that has made him one of the most famous, one of the most feared cross-examiners in the en tire South. Newt did not wish to let one sweet moment of his self-aggrandizement slip. Once during the testimony he was asked as to his faithfulness in performing his duties as night watch man. “Light Jest Wuz Shinin'.” He “swelled visibly,” as Sam Wel ler remarked, before he answered. “Folks say there never is been a nig ger to punch that clock so prompt as me,” and a stem objection from Mr. Rosser kept him from going on with his story of personal prowess, though his lips struggled to speak the forbidden words. And his illustrations were apt. They j were not strained. They fitted like j a glove. He was asked to tell wheth- j er a light was burning dimly or; brightly. Like a flash he replied: “Has you ever seed a lightnin’ hug? Has you ever seed one whut’s jest been hit with a stick? Well, you knows how his light shines. Hit jest do shine. Well, dat was dat light. Hit just wuz shinin' and dat’s all.” Racial horror of being alone in the presence of the dead was also dis played. Lee was in a dramatic period of his story. He had just told of his grim discovery' in the cellar of the pencil factory. “What did you do when you saw the girl?” Solicitor Dorsey’s question was spoken with rifle shot ring. He “Went Right Back Up.” “I went right back up dat ladder,” said Lee. as though he were repeat ing a confession of faith. “How did you get up the ladder?” asked the Solicitor. “I dunno how I got up dar. but I sho’ wuz up dar. I sho’ wuz,” the negro replied fervently. And on he went with his story, practically each reply being greeted ; by an outburst of laughter until a j bailiff had to threaten to clear the j courtroom. He came down from the stand, ! smiling still, his glory gone, but real - \ izing that for days he was sure, to be a power on Decatur street, a per son sought for socially, a man among men. And as he descended the audi ence smiled an applause as gracious as bowing prima donnar or stentorian tragedian ever received. Leo M. Frank and Mrs. Frank as they appear in the courtroom. Mrs. Frank aided her husband as he defense’s jurymen, and assisted in the selection of appeared to gaze scornfully at her husband's prosecutors. Mincey Adheres to Published Statement W. H. Mincey, the school teacher, who says that Jim Conley, the negro sweeper at the National Pencil Com pany, confessed to him that he had killed a girl, declared Tuesday that he had conferred w’ith attorneys for Leo Frank, and that he was ready to make his statement from th'e witness stand. Mincey said his statement would be identical with the one recently published in The Georgian. He claims to have met Conley on the Saturday afternoon on which Mary Phagan was killed. He said that Conley was drunk and that Conley threatened to kill him, saying that he had already killed a girl that afternoon. Mincey came to Atlanta from Ring- gold Monday afternoon. He is ac companied by B. E. Neal, an attorney of Ringgold. Husband and wife note keenly every move in the trial. Tragedy, Ages Old, Lurks in Commonplace Court Setting Outwardly Quiet and Singularly Lacking in Ex citement, Frank Trial Is Enactment of Grim Drama. By JAMES B. NEVIN. One of the most commonplace things in the world—crime—is rivet ing the attention of Atlanta and Geor gia to-day. Crime is almost as commonplace a9 death—and yet death, in a thousand ways, never is commonplace at all. If I were a stranger in Atlanta and should walk into the courthouse where Lep Frank is being tried for the mur der of Mary Phagan. doubtless 1 should be utterly astounded to dis cover what I had walked into. That pale-faced, slight, boyish-look ing party over there—the,one sitting beside the massive frame of Luther Z. Rosser and the well-groomed person of Reuben Arnold—I should be shock ed, I am sure, to learn that he stands charged with one of the blackest, most Inhuman and most unspeakable crimes in all Georgia's somewhat long Lee’s Testimony Feature of First Day of Trial Attorney Rosser began cross-ex amination of Newt Lee at the point he had reached when Judge Roan ordered the adjournment Monday night. Frank’s leading counsel had not succeeded in his early question ing to shawe the negro to any great extent. Lee, 1n fact, stuck with amusing steadfastness to every statement he had made previously and was in clined to believe that the stenogra pher at the Coroner’s inquest had not been successful in getting all of his testimony. That he had been quoted ai? saying that Frank on the afternoon of April 26 had told him to go away and have “some fun” instead of “a good time” was a serious and most vital error in his opinion. "No, sah; I didn’t say he told me to go away and have some fun. I said he told me to go away and have a good time!” declared Lee. vehemently, glaring at Attorney Rosser. “I suppose the stenographer got It wrong?” inquired Rosser, with good- natured sarcasm. ^ Lays Error to Typist. “I dunno who done it, but I suppose it'must have been the stenographer,” replied Lee. Rosser forced Lee to admit that when he came there at 4 o'clock to report to Frank the front door was unlocked and that anyone might have come in on the fir*-* floor and gone to the basement through the scuttle hole near the elevator without Frank’s knowledge. The double doors leading to the second floor were locked at this time. Solicitor Dorsey had brought this fact out as significant. They were never locked before when he went there, Lee said. Lee, under Rosser’s cross-exami nation, also admitted that when he returned to the factory at 6 o’clock hi the evening, the stairway doors lead ing to the second floor were unlocked, as well as the outside doors, and that anyone might have come into tlv» fac tory and gone all over the building without Frank knowing anything about it. The negro also related to Rosser that Frank had told him J. M. Gan::, who came there at 6 o'clock Saturday night after his shoes, was a dis charged employee and that he must; not be permitted to enter the build ing. Solicitor Dorsev. in questioning the negro earlier in the day, had empha sized Frank's appearance of fright when he came out of the factory and unexpectedly ran into Gantt, w.ho was standing outside trying to persuade Lee to let him into the factory to get the shoes. “Then, your first thought at that time was that Frank was afraid of Gantt on account of the difficulty they had had?” inquired Rosser s "Yes, sah,” admit! d the negro “How big a man is Gantt?” con tinued the attorney. “I re:k>n ii must be about seven feet tail,” Le^ relied. Attorney Rosser brought out the peculiar circumstance that the back door of the factory basement was closed when Lee found the body of Mary Phagan, but that the officers declared the door was open when they came eight or ten minutes later. This cross-examination by Rosser took place: Q. If you wanted to find whether the door at the rear was closed, you would have passed the body?—A. It was shut when I found the body. Police Found Door^Open. Q. Did the police find it open?—A. They said they did. Solicitor Dorsey objected to the form of Mr. Rosser's questions and was sustained. Q. The police got there in about eight minutes?—A. I don’t know. I said all the time I didn’t know how long it took them. Q. You didn’t get any closer to the basemen* door than the body was?— A. No. sir. Q. Could you have seen out of the back door?—A. Yes, if it was open. Q. Are you positiye about the door being closed?—A. Yes. There was a light in the alley, and I could have seen if the door had been open. It was rumored Tuesday morning that Jim Conley would be called by Solicitor Dorsey during the day to tell his story of helping Frank dispose of the body. Conley was made ready for the witness stand Monday, but was not called. Judge Roan announced that a regu lar recess hour from 12:30 until 2 o’clock would be set for the remainder of the trial. Resume of First Day. Taking up the events from the mo ment that Mary Phagan left her home in Bell wood Saturday noon, April 26, untii her mutilated body was found in the National Pencil Factory early the next morning, the prosecution began weaving the net of evidence about Frank Monday, using New; Lee night watchman at the pencil factory, as the most dam aging witness against the young fac tory superintendent. By Mary Phagan’s mother, Mrs. J. W. Coleman, and George W. Epps, who testified that he rode to town with Mary the day she was mur dered, Solicitor Dorsey brought the little factory girl from her home to the point at the viaduct on Forsyth street where Epps said he left her to get his newspapers to sell. Lee testified to a succession of in cidents which tne prosecution evi dently construed as strongly incrimi nating against Frank. That Frank came "bustin’ out of his office” rubbing his hands nervously when Lee appeared at the factory at 4 o'clock Saturday afternoon was Lee’s first important statement. He,: assorted that Frank always Defore this had sat quietly in his office when he reported for duty. Said Frank Sent Him Away, He said that Frank had sent him away, although Lee said he would have preferred to stay in the factory and sleep. Other circumstances which Solicitor Dorsey brought out with great stress were contained in Lee’s testimony that Frank had tinkered a long time with the time clock Saturday night, twice as long as usual, and had ap peared to be making some marks upon it; that Lee had not missed a punch during the night after Mary Phagan entered the factory; that Frank Sunday had told Lee that the time clock tape was “all right,” and that Frank later had Maid there were three misses. Lee continued his testimony against Frank by saying that later in the day, shortly after 6 o’clock, Frank burst out of the factory and appeared greatly frightened when he ran into J. M. Gantt, a discharged employee, who was asking Lee permission to go into the factory to get two pairs of chocs. The negro said that Frank objected to Gantt going into the factory and told Gantt that he had seen the shoes swept up some time before. Gantt persisted in his request, I^ee testified, and Frank, after hanging his head for some time, consented with evident reluctance. Lee said that Gantt found both pairs. Le also said that Frank never had telephoned him before in the evening as he did the n : ght of April 26 He declared that Frank asked noth- and varied catalogue of crime. Yet that is the truth—Leo F*rank is answering to the charge of the Grand Jury, and hb has pleaded not guilty. (.’rime and wrongdoing began, of curse, when Mother Eve, through no motive other than curiosity, and with out malice aforethought, either ex pressed or implied, bit a small and toothsome morsel from the first apple. Cain performed the first murder not so very long afterward. There were no newspapers in those days, but a well-authenticated story of those first infractions of the law have come down to us—and to-day crime runs riot throughout all the world! Here in Atlanta, thousands of years after Cain committed the primary murder in history. Leo Frank is an swering to the charge of killing Mary Phagan, some three months ago. Frank Calm, Unagitated. There sits the judge, and over yon der the Jury. Pale of long confine ment in Jail. calm, unagitated, and even smiling, sits Leo Frank, the de fendant. Beside him are his devoted wife and hi^ mother—his mother, who would as soon believe the stars had ceased to move in their orbits as to believe— even to suspect—that her boy was ever so remotely concerned in the death of Mary Phagan. Over on the other side, however, sit the relatives of Mary Phagan—those who arp not under the rule and de barred from the courtroom. They arc grim and unsmiling—they are invok ing the law’s sternest displeasure upon whoever it was that took the life of their innocent little one! Many and varied must be the emo tions surging within the hearts and souls of these people, notwithstanding their outward poise—but I, who am theoretically a stranger in Atlanta’s courtroom for the moment. Kill am ing about Gantt when he called up. wondering what it all can be about. Gradually I realize a tenseness U* the atmosphere, perhaps—and there may steal over me, as I grope mental ly for something to fasten upon, a feeling that, after all. tragedy Is in the air, and that its sinister shadow has fallen athwart this courtroom, the while I still recall that outside the sunshine is very bright, and Is beam ing upon the just and the unjust, im partially and alike. One of the world’s truly great phy sicians says “death is never uninter esting,” and that no really great phy sician possibly can find it so. He may become used to it, he may grow to view the mere physical fact of death itself as not a particularly astounding phenomenon, but never does he see in any one death the same sequenced things he has ob served in others. It is much the same way with crime, I think. Murder is as old as the hills—as old as laughter, love, and the hate of hell—but it never loses its repugnant appeal—and so, all Atlanta and all Georgia to-day is watching the prog ress of the Frank trial, because At lanta and Georgia are made up of human beings—that’s all! Few Women Present. There are few women attending the trial of Frank. Jf there were thousands, however, one alohe and above all other would stand forth and challenge the attention of the spectators. 1 mean, of course, Frank's wife. There isn’t anything the least bit “weepy” or downcast about her. She's a woman—th e accused man’s wife—but she plainly is a most ex traordinary woman, nevertheless. Whatever her thoughts, and what ever she expects of this trial, she gives no sign. She counsels freely with her husband's lawyers, but not frequently. She leans over and whispers something into Frank’s ear now and then, but not often. She smiles upon him. and occasionally she runs her hand lightly along his shoulder, and maybe her arm is around his neck for the flitting frac tion of a second, but if any of it is for effect or the least spectacular or theatrical, she is a consummate artist and surpassingly adroit. Somehow she gave me the impres sion of the wife affectionate, but not demonstrative, of the wife unafraid but not obtrusive, of the wife deeply concerned, but too proud to let it be seen any more than it must be. Perhaps there is a subtle motive in her quiet and repressed movements in the courtroom now’ and then—if so. 1 can but admire the complete perfectness of her methods and the dramatic excellence of her role as she enacts it. Looking there at Leo Frank’s wife and then at Leo Frank, one uncon sciously finds himself asking himself this all-important Question: What could have been Frank’s motive when he killed Mary Phagan, if it be pos sible that he could have performed that monstrous deed? Far and away the most frequent thing encountered in the unraveling of murder cases is the eternal trian gle—the man, the wife, and the other woman! That “other woman” may be an angel, she may be a devil; she may be a princess, she may be a pauper; she may be an innocent child, she may be a faded courtesan; she may be a willing third party, and she may be the most unwilling—but too often she is there, in some aspect, when murder has been done! Could the motive behind the murder of Mary Phagan have been an un righteous infatuation upon the part of Frank toward the dead girl—an unholy infatuation repelled to the ex tent of bringing about murder itself? Was it that? And if it w’asn’t that, what was it? Unless there was malicious motive and intent behind the slaying of Mary Phagan, there has been no murder done. The law’ says that malice is as essential to murder as oxygen is to the breath of life. Frank? Of all the defendants I ever saw arraigned. Leo Frank. T think, looks the least the part of a 1 murderer! Not that that means anything Lwhatever conclusively—but it is a thought that must obtrude itself upon all who view him there in the court house battling in his own way for his life and liberty. Frank never could be made to look the part of a hero, no more than he can be made to look the part of a vil lain—and yet he might be either, and deceive his looks no more than hun dreds have done before his time and will do hereafter. If someone should have told me that Frank is a hookworm, or a collector of postage stamps, or a person with a fad for pottering around in the garden at early morn, it never should have occurred to me to doubt It. But Frank a murderer, a thing lost to every sense of decency and right, a traitor to his dearest and nearest, a —well, I should have asked explana tions and enlightenment as to detail! And yet, If Frank be the thing charged in that bill of indictment, ne must be all of those sinister things combined. Is he? Frankly, I have no fixed opinion, and I am of open mind. The sw’eetest-tempered play-fellow otherwise I ever had when I was a boy had a marked passion fo sneak ing off by himself and robbing birds' nests, particularly when he young birds were in the nests! One Touch of the Dramatic. There hasi been so far in the trial of Leo Frank but one touch of the genuinely dramatic—properly desig nated melodramatic, perhaps*—and that was when the clothing little Mary Phagan wore when murdered was exhibited to the jurv. This, of course, was one of the tricks of the trade, and it was in dulged in entirely for the jury’s bene fit. It is not unusual—the same thing happens in all murder trials, and I have wondered why it could happen save for the doubtful effect of it de sired. To be sure, the sweet and innocent cause of this trial—the pathetic vic tim prerequisite to it—is. of all the parties to it. save one. absent. She may be there in nirit, com forting and sustaining r grief- stricken mother, but iriTTTnsr* is not heard, and never will or can be heard. She is not In the courtroom, and the one other extreme of the tragedy— omitting the yet undetermined status of tYank—lg over yonder In the Tow- er—Conley. In the grew some exhibition of Mary Phagan’s clothing, Just as it was re moved from her dead body, there was a power of appeal hardly to be de scribed in words. The youthful gar ments spoke eloquently, if inconcli*- sively. of the deceased—the unoffend ing, methodical, carefree little work ing girl, so suddenly and so fright fully thrust into public notice, never to know what it all was about. If within the person of Mary Pha gan dwelt the awful propelling force of motive that prompted Frank or someone else to murder, her simple clothing there in the courtroom sug gested wonderfully clear the pathos of it and the Inhumanity. And there must have been a mo tive! What was it about Mary Pha gan that gave rise to it in the heart and mind of—Frank? The things that have happened so far in the trial of Frank are relatively inconsequential, as concerns the ver dict. Battle of Wits. Two conclusions stand out unmis takably—the trial is to be a battle of legal wits, and it is to rage most fiercely about the negro Jim Conley— the big, black and all-meaning factor yet held jealously in the background. Mr. Dorsey, the Solicitor General, evidently feels the strain of his posi tion. He is plainly nervous at times, and unmistakably irritable now and then. He snaps his points to the court, and sometimes borders almost upon the rough and querelous in his language. Undoubtedly Mr. Rosser disconcerts and irritates the Solicitor continu ously. At times Mr. Dorsey’s objec tions have seemed more like com plaints—and when Mr. Rosser turns his massive head around and stag-e- whispers additional words not to Dor sey’s liking, he resents it in every sentence and gesture he offers by way of comment or reply. Reuben Arnold has had little to say so far. but he is forever whispering something into Rosser’s ear—Rosser frowning like a thundercloud the w’hile he listens. Mr. Rosser is fighting his way along cautiously and carefully. He seemed upon the point almost of browbeating Newt Lee more than once, as that darky’s examination proceeded, but generally he quit just short of actual performance. Lee, too. was unconsciously out spoken in his resentment of the Ros ser treatment, and more than once scored well and powerful in reply to Mr. Rosser’s questions—particularly when couching his replies in quaint and curious negro illustrations and phrases. If at times Lee became more or less confused and contradictory, he proved in the main to be something of a Tar tar under cross-examination, and while his testimony as a whole could not amount to much as an isolated proposition and is valuable only as one link in a long chain yet to be forged about Frank, it nevertheless went to the jury in pretty good shape, and will be hard to discount, what ever it may be worth. Hooper Singularly Calm. But if Dorsey is agitated and irri table. and if Rosser is imposing and pugnacious, and if Arnold is keyed to a high pitch and continuously prompting his associate counsel, the other big figure among the attorneys, Frank Hooper, is as calm as a May morning, smiling, dispassionate and ltogether at his ease. Hooper looks as if he had just step ped out of a cold-storage bandbox. Handsome, as he certainly is. if not of particularly commanding pres ence, and well dressed, he moves about with all the unconscious grace and ease of a—panther? Hardly that, and yet—Frank Hoop er may loom larger than any attor ney in this case before the final word is written in respect of it. There is no doubt that the trial is to be long drawn out. Every inch is being disputed pro and con, and ev ery possible point is being raised to keep the case strictly within its legal bounds. The jury apparently is much above the average—it was plain enough all along that the defense was seeking a jury of high intelligence, and a city jury, moreover. I think the Jury trying Leo FYanlf may be expected to record the truth of the trial—it appears to be com posed of level-headed, clean cut, sen* sible men, as it should be, if it is t4 give a fair play to all parties coil* cernert. The climax of the fight, of course will be entirely within Jim Conley, The State will make every possible effort to sustain him, and the de* fense will make every possible effort to break him down. Luther Rosser will exhaust his re« markable resourcefulness in thi# mighty effort, aided and abetted tt the very limit by the subtle and in cisive art of Reuben Arnold. Frank Hooper will strive as he nev* er before has striven to hold Conley together—and Hugh Dorsey will bacll him with all the experience of hU career at the criminal bar. A happy and reassuring circum stance is that over and above all these contending forces sits Judgt Roan—unruffled, unafraid, of un blemished and unquestioned integ rity, upright and just—to hold all th« stormy elements eventually in order and within the rules of the law. The real trial of Leo Frank hardly yet has begun! Kills His Sister by Mistake for Burglar ELBERTON. July 29.—Mack Guest shot and instantly killed his 17-year- old sister last night, mistaking her for a burglar. She was visiting from the country. Guest told his sister to leave a win dow open when she retired. About 10:30 o’clock Miss Guest decided to close the window. Mrs. Guest awoke, telling her husband someone was breaking into his sis.ter’s room. Guest secured a shotgun and shot his sister in the back. No arrest has been made. Guest is prostrated. Bees Usurp Bed and Couple Can't Sleep BUCK GROVE. IOWA, July 29.— A swarm of bees does not form as easy as a resting place as a feather bed, as Mr. and Mrs. Nels Wingrove discovei ed. Going to bed in an up stairs room in the dark, as was their custom, they heard the buzzing of bees. It was discovered that a swarm of bees had settled in their bed. *