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TTTF, ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NETT? 0 LEO FRAN OFALL SIGNS OF RANCOR * E^L. F. WOODRUFF A page was ripped fr^m a storv 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 L/->o Frank through his struggle for life and liberty was revea|©d. >Some sinister things have been said of the spirit of Atlanta in reference to the trial of the pencil factory super- f lntp ndent as the slayer of Mary PfcA- ?an. it was whispered once that,the law would not be allowed to t^ke its course, but that, those whor believe Frank guilty would take -vengeance a/s their own. And, on the other hand*'it has been sa:d in sottio voce that Lhe purses of F 1 rank s friiendjs woulcf. be opened to the last penny to see that ne receives a verdict of acquittal. Laugh Gives Lie to Rumor. But right at the start the whisper ings were givesn the lie. Just as hap pens to most whisperings. A jury was select3d and sworn in record time, and the. story of a people torn by factional feeling by the case was crushed. The first Inyportant witness looked and spoke liXce “Old Reliable.” And his hearers laughed. People Inflamed by a passion so deadly thut they are willing to defy the law to obtain their vengeance do not laix;;h when the issue is being fought* Feeble who are willing to spend their* last dollar to see a man freed do not. giggle when a witness relates cir- ci instances which, the opposition i Quintains, adds a strand to the cori bf 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 vrhicvh the twelve men return when tie historic case shall have passed -Uv its final stage. / It took just smn a character as PRISONER AND WIFE SNAPPED IN COURT FOR THE GEORGIAN Minoey Adheres to Published Statement Newt Lee to bring to light -the true 1 factory him respecks 0 Ain't he Jest sot dere in jail an’ not have to wuk?" That’s the negro point of view and that’s Newt Lee’s. 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 witn him. and even Mr. j Rosger did not prod him in the merci- I less manner that has made him one I 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-1 ger to punch that clock so prompt ' as me.” and a stern objection from Mr. Rosser kept him from going on with his story of v»ersonal prowess, though hi - lips smugg led to speak the forbidden w ords. And his illustrations were apt. They i were not strained. They fitted like a glove. He w as asked to tell wheth- j er a light was burning dimly or; brightly. Like a flash he replied: "Has you ever seed a lightnin' bug? Has you ever seed one whut’s jest been hit with a stick? Well, you j knows how his light shines Hit jest I 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 1 story. He had just told of his grim ' discovery in the cellar of the pencil ! 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. W. H. Mincey, the school teacher, w-ho says that Jim Conley, the negro sweepei at the National Pencil Com pany. confessed to him that he. had killed a girl, declared Tuesday that he had conferred with attorney* for Leo Frank, and that he was ready to make his statement from the witness stand. Mincey said hln statement would he Identical with the one recently published in The Georgian. He claims to have met Conley on tne 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 tn the world—crime—is rivet ing the attention of Atlanta and Geor gia to-day. Crime ia almoat as commonplace as death—and yet death, in a thousand ways, never ia commonplace at all. If I were a stranger in Atlanta and should walk into the courthouse where Leo 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 mature of the people who are listenin lo the trial, who are following the .'legal battle step by step, whose in terest in the case is ^o intense that rt has kept the slaying of Mary Phagan the big thing in the public mind for three long months Fortune favorea 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 negro. 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- sion.” He is typical of the type that Judge Dickson so vividly depicts. His hea l is flat as a ballroom floor. His big frame is slightly bent, ;not from weak ness, but from the nattural laziness of his type. Sympathy that has been spent on him^or his months in jail, though-jad- 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 “What did you do when you saw | the girl?” Solicitor Dorsey’s question was spoken with rifle shot ring. j He “Went Right Back Up.” “I went right back up dat ladder.” j said Lee, as though he were repeat ing a confession of faith. “How did you get up the ladder?*’ I asked the Solicitor. “I dunno how* I got up dar. but I sho’ wuz up dar. T sho* wuz,” Die j negro replied fervently. And on he went wiUi his story, practically each reply being greeted by an outburst of laughter until a bailiff had to threaten to clear the 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 map among men. And as he descended the audi ence smiled an applause as gracious as bow ing prima donnar or stentorian tragedian ever received. RESINQL STOPS BABY'S ECZEMA Relieves Itching Instantly and Soon; Clears Away AM Eruption. Tlxre 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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Did you tell the police it was *a White girl or a white woman?—A. 1 think I told them it was a white woman. Q. She was lying on her back, with her face up?—A. Yes, sir; she was lying on her side with her face up, with blood on her head. Q. Which side was the blood an?— A. It was on the right side. It was dry. Q. Are you sure it whs the right side?—A. No, sir; her left side was turned up to me. Grill Grows More Severe. Q. You swear she was on her back?! —A. Yes. sir; her face was turned up* kind of to one side. Q. When you went up to the office the first time, did Mr. Frank close his office door?—A. I don’t know*. 1 couldn’t see his office. Q. I mean the outside door?—A. It; was open. Mr. Rosser then read Lee’s testi-; mony about the time slip before- the Coroner’s jury. Q. You helped him put the pagie in* didn’t you, Newt? This is right, isn^t It?—A. Rfad that again. Mr. Rosser read it. A. No. sir; you got me wrong. He didn’t come out of his office. Q. You said yesterday that Mr. Frank jumped back when he met .Mr., Guntt?—A. Yes, sir. Dorsey Objects to Methods. Mr. Rosser read Lee’s testimony be fore the Coroner’s jury, which said nothing about Frank jumping back. Lee—“Well, the> got that wrong.” Q. That was a bad stenographer* down there, wasn’t he? Solicitor Dorsey here objected to this method of questioning the wit ness. He declared the negro should first be questioned and then an effort, to imp c acn him made. To this Mr. Rosser replied: “Of course, this gentlemam on account of his age is entitled to lecture me!” “I am addressing his honor,” re torted Dorsey. “Are you through?” asked Rosser of Dorsey. "1 have stated my objection,” said Dorsey. “He misunderstood wlhat I am try ing to show.” said Roaser. Court Sustains Do r sey. “This witness can’t tell what hi? opinion is,” said Judge Roan, for the first time speaking “He can tell what he swore to before the Coro ner’s jury.” Following this ruling* the cross-ex amination was resumed. Rosser read from the stenographic report of the Coroner’s inquest: “Mr. Frank jumped when he met Mr. Gantt and l taken it this way.” Here Solicitor Dorsey interrupted: “I object to what he taken,” the Solicitor said. Judge Roan ruled that ho opinion of a witness was admissible. Assistant Prosecutor Hooper then asked tnat Mr. Rosser state what Coroner’s inquest he was referring to. Attorneys in Clash. “I am always glad to accommodate these men whenever I can,” said Ros ser. “You have got to accommodate me,” retorted Hooper. “No I haven’t. The man never was born whom I have got to accommo date.” Judge Roan ruled that Mr. Rosser must state what. Coroner’s jury he wa$ referring to, as there were two, on/* in April and one in May. Rosser resumed his questioning. Q. 1 asked you if you were before the Coroner’s jury at the police sta tion?—A. Yes. sir. State’s Objection Overruled. Q. Did you the first time say any thing about Mr. Frank jumping bac.< when he m*>t Mr. Gantt? Dorsey again objected, and was overruled. A. Yes, sir; 1 did. Rosser read Lee’s testimony befor« the Coroner’s first hearing, saying he was going to ask him if that was all he said. This testimony was to the effect that Frank looked as thojgh ne v.as frightened. It did not mention, however, that Frank jumped back when he met Gantt. • Q. Is that all you said?—A. No, sir, that wasn’t all. I said. Negro Answers Warily. Q. Newt,; I ask you if you didn’t leap right out of there and run and call the pioliee when you saw that body?—A. .Just as soon as I saw* what It was. Q. Didnh you say this before the Coroner's Jury: “I thought some dev ilish boys had put something there to fool mo. I got close enough to see it was a body and leaped right away?” — A. No^slr; I’ll tell you what I said. Mr. Rosser Interrupted Lee. Q. Mr Frank told you If anything serious happened, to call the police, and anything trivial, to call him?— A. Ties. Q. When Frank told you to go off and nave a good time, you lit rign’ o ’, jd’dn't you?—A. No. sir. Q.iDidn’t you say that after two or three minutes you lit out?—A. Not exactly that way. Says He Doesn’t Recall. Q. You said yesterday that when Frank put on the lock tape that Sat urday It took twice as long as it did on the other times you saw* him do it. When they asked you how long it took him to put it in befone, did you not tell them you did not pay much attention to it?—A. I don’t recall. Q Why didn’t you tell the Coroner It took twice as long the last time as-t did before?—A. I did tell them it too < longer. Q. Who asked you?—A. He looked- j like a blind man. Q. Then all this record here *s j wrong?—A. I can’t help about those j records. Q. You never told it until yester day?—A Yes; I told the Coroner it took him longer. Q. If you didn’t pay attention tot him the first time, how did you know it took longer the second time?—A. 1 held the lever for him. Q. You couldn’t say whether IJJtook him a minute the first time?—A.-Yes, it took over a minute. Questioned About Notes. Q. You could not say whether it 1 took under a minute or over a. min ute?—A. No. Q. Who did you live with?—A. No* one. Q. Who lived with you?—A. A wo man. She just stayed there andr cooked for me. Q. You and her lived together?—A. No. she Just cooked for me. Q. Did you pay the rent for the. last one?—A. Yes. Q. How about the first one?—A. I‘ just paid board , Q. Were you down in the basement when the police found some notes?— A. They said something about a book. Q. They read you something about the night watch doing it? * Dorsey here objected to anything anybody else said. Rosser replied that his object was to get to the truth and show whal Newt Lee did at the time, indicat ing a ready interpretation of the notes. Mr. Arnold then addressed the court. He began an argument and Solici tor Dorsey insisted that the Jury be w ithdrawn. “Of course, after he has discussed the case, he wants the Jury with drawn at our statements,” said Mr. Rosier. “I understood Mr. Rosser to say he would not introduce the contents, and 1 understand this ruling excludes the contents of one of the notes?” asked Dorsey. "No. I didn’t say we were not go- itig to present the contents of the notes. 1 arn going to introduce what 1 please,” answered Rosser. Judge Roan again sustained the de fense and ordered the Jury brought back. Attorney Rosser then resumed his cross-examination. Q. When you were in the basement, didn’t one of the policemen read a note which said something about a long, tall, black negro? ”1 object," said Dorsey. “I under stood his honor to rule that the at torneys for the defense could not go into the contents of the notes.” "Are we going on with this argu ment before the jury, after we just haq them sent out?” asked Rosser. "Let the question be put,” said Judge Roan. Lee Denies Saying “That’s Me.” Q. When he said “the night witch,” didn’t you say "Boss, that’s me?”— A No, sir; I said. “Boss, it looks like they nrc trying to lay it on me.” Q. No, I want yes or no from this—- “T , .*e tall black, long negro?” Here Dorsey interrupted with an objection. “Now where did Lee swear that,” Continued on Page 4, Column 1. and varied catalogue of crime. Yet that is the truth—Leo PTank is answering to the charge of the Grand Jury, and he has pleaded not guilty. Crime and wrongdoing began, of course, when Mother Eve, through no moti\e 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 verv long afterward. There were no newspapers in those days, hut 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 work!! Here in Atlanta, thousands of years after (”8 10 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, unagltated. and even smiling, sits Leo Frank, the de fendant. Beside him are his devoted wife and his mother—his mother, who would as soon believe the stars had ceased to move in their orbits ns to believe— even to suspect—that her boy w*as ever so remotely concerned in the death of Mary Phagan. Over on the other side, however, sit the relative** of Mary Phagan—those who are not under the rule and de barred from the courtroom. They are 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 1, who am theoretically a stranger in Atlanta's courtroom for the moment, Ilf am wondering what it ail can be about. Gradually I realize a tenseness 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 cecall 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 thing*, he iias 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. If there were thousands, however, one alone and above all other would stand forth and challenge the attention of the spectators. I mean, of course, Frank's wife. There isn’t anything the least bit “weepy” or downcast about her. She's a woman—the accused man's wit*—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. Hhe smiles upon him. and occasionally stee runs her hand lightly along his shoulder, and mayb<» 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, I 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, th e 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 he an innocent child, she may bf. a faded courtesan; she may be a willing third party, and she may be the most unwilling—but too often she js 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 par; 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 wasn't that, what was it? Fnless 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 F'rank. I think, looks the least the part of a murderer! Not that that means anything whatever 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 look;* no more than hun dreds have done before his time and will do hereafter. If someone should have told m« that Frank is a bookworm, 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 trajtor to his dearest and nearest, a —well, I should have asked explana tions and enlightenment as to detail! And yet, if Frank he the thing charged in that bill of indictment, ne must be all of those sinister things combined. Is he? Frankly. T have no fixed opinion, and I am of open mind. The sweetest-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 has fieen 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 happer 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. sav* one. absent. She may be there in spirit, com forting and sus‘aining her grief- itrlcken mother, but her vqice 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 Frank—is over yonder in the Tow- **r—Conley. In the grewsome 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 inconclu 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 tho court, and sometimes borders almost upon the rough and querelous in his language. Cndoubtedl.v Mr, Rosser disconcerts and irritates the Solicitor continu ously. At timee Mr. Dorsey s objec tions have seemed more like com plaints—and when Mr. Rosser turns his massive head around and stage- 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 tho while he listens. Mr. Rosser is fighting his wrav along cautiously and carefully He s*eemed 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 lees confused and contradictory, he proved in the main to be something of a Tar tar under cross-examination, and w'hile 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 he worth. Hooper Singularly Calm. Rut If Dorsey is agitated and irri table. and if Rosser Is imposing and pugnacious, and if Arnold is keyed fo a high pitch and continuously prompting hi$ associate counsel, the other big figure among the attorneys. Frank Hooper, is as calm as a May morning, smiling, dispassionate and altogether 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 unconsciou* grace and ease of a—panther? Hardly that, and yet—Franjt Hoop er may loom larger, than any attor ney in this case l>£fnre the fln^rl word is Written in respect of it*, • - . •»*. There is no 0o\tUt'tJhdr. the ; triad Is to be long drawq but. fijvery inch is being disputed pro arid cori. ^nd ev ery possible point is -being raised to keep the case strictly.;wjMj.in 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 Frank may be expected to record th# 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 to give a fair play to all parties con cerned. 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 w ill make every possible effort to break him down. Luther Rosser will exhaust his re markable resourcefulness tn this mighty effort, aided and abetted to 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 w ill hack him with all the experience of his career at the criminal bar. A happy and reassuring circum stance Is that over and above all these contending forces sits Judge Roan—unruffled, unafraid, of un blemished and unquestioned integ rity, upright and just—to hold all the 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 FLBERTON July 29—Mack Guest rhot ancf instantly killed his 17-year- old sister last night, mistaking her for a burglar. She was yisiting 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 eomeone was breaking into hig sister’s room. Guest secure^ 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 39 — A warm of bees does not form as easy as a resting place as a feather bed, as Mr. and Mrs. Nels Wingrov* discovered. Going to bed in an up stairs room in the dark, as w-as their custom, they heard the buzzing of bees. Tt was discovered that a swarm of beeo had settled in their bed.