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3 THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. DIMRHY FATHER AND SON WHO FIGURE N THE DEFENSE OF LEO FRANK L. Z. Rosser, Sr., ami son, L. Z. Rosser, Jr., both en gaged in Ph»*ran ©ng© f"'"' By JAMES B. NEVIN. If Mr. * Luther Z. Rosser’s bite is one-half so dangerous as his growl undoubtedly is disconcerting ,and awe-inepiring. there will be little save shreds and patches of the prosecution left when the State cobles eventual 1 ** to sum up its case against Leo Frank. Rosser's examination of Newt Lee was one of the most nerve racking and interesting I ever' listened to. It reminded me much of a big mastiff worrying and teasing a huge brown rat. and grimly bent eventual ly upon the rat's utter annihilation. A witness up against one 0f Ros ser's mighty bombardments is- in a decidedly uncomfortable predicament —no doubt ebr^jt that! True, Lee snapped back at Rbsser and growled angrily every little bit. and strove this Way and that to get away from the insistent prod of the- tremendously menacing mass of manity forever in front of him, wor rying. teasing, sneering, and threaten- , ing, but he could not. Always the terrible Rosser was there—and so. every little bit. Lei would fall back into the witness chair, with an auditle sigh, and say. ever so softly and abjectly, “Tasslr, yassir, Ah guess dat’s so!” Sometimes Lee Countered. Bulldozer Rosser may be, browbeat- er perhaps, he still is far and away the most picturesque figure in the trial as it has progressed to date. The Solicitor General outspokenly resents the Rosser methods of exam ining witnesses and endeavors with all the resourcefulness at his com mand to counteract them and set them so far at naught as he may but just as plainly he fears the powerful figure leading the case for Frank, and dreads to the very limit the effective ness of his methods. _ , .» It must be remembered that the State is relying largely upon the testimony of two ignorant negroes fjr the conviction of Frank. Conlev is the State's star witness and Newt Lee is its second best bet. Both are densely ignorant, and. theo retically at least, more or less easy marks for the Rosser method of ex amination. , , Time and agftn, .Lee rallied arm came back at hi* tormenter \ynn telling effect—it is likely altogether that more than once the Jury s sym pathy went out to Lee In large meas ure, while Rosser was gr,.,tng him— and to the darkey's occasional salli-s and adroit sidesteps, the spectator? in the courtroom frequently respond ed readily with approving titters and * Still, more than once Rosser mixed the negro up somewhat—and we may hear more of that when the adroit Arnold comes to the bar for argu- mP,L, Rapiers' Second the 'Clubs.’ *nd so. it seems to me not\ that the battle is to divide after this fashion: Rosser is to wield th . bludgeon, and Dorsey Is to neutralise or ward off its shock wherever and whenever he can. while. Arnold and Hooper are to undertake the more skillful and. artistic, but none the less de Rosser^s i to smash and hang things around and Arnold Is to puncture. ,h It U wmbe Pa riho. e circumstances, full and fair time i’om small ho/s and persons of hesitating dispositions to stand from under—but Dorsev nor Hooper is made of that variety of human cLy. -Whom the gods would destroy thev first make mad," of course-ami I iither Rosser has scored many a brilliant victory, in the ^rough the simple process of making tne other fellow mad. . And he can make Dorsey mad. too , nr i does, frequently! - If only Dorsey had Hoopers poise and unruffled calm, the assaults of Rosser and the aggravating Persist- emv of the man would be as harm- less 6 as the shots of a popgun against a modern man-of-war. Dorsey Falls Into Trap, Rut Dorsev isn't Hooper, arid the consequence is that Dorsev ge.svery angry now and then, which is ex- ■ antly what Rosser is driving at— Y when Dorsey communicates his distress of mind the witness on the stand, the phvschological condition Rosser is fighting for has been set up. and f h? doesn't make the most of it every time it happens, his hand will have lost its cunning and he will hehe and contradict a lifetime aC ^ 6 Ume e " t there h is something grim ly humorous about Rosser-as when, having befuddled a witness and ex asperated him to the very verge of madness Mr. Rosser will -AY. with ^udFed 'sarcasm and belittling em- nhasTs "Oh. well, we'll not quarrel about? * That—we’ll not quarrel, you an i d f 'that doesn't make the witness a thousand times madder than ever before, I can not imagine why. When it comes to handling a wit- ne cs of the caliber of Sergeant Dobbs Mr. Rosser does not perform D rular transformation in his and some of any partici his methods. m lie essays ‘no Dr.' Jekyll and Mr. Hyde redes-he ever and always is .ail same big.- massive, powerful, crushing, snorting, fighting, destroy ing mass of humanity, under . full mental and physical steam ahead. His Scowl Good Argument, if anybody in this world is capa.- M If o, lifting himself by his own bootstraps, unquestionably Mr.- Rcs- 66 No R 'one Tn" all the courtroom watebas him so closely, and ap parent?? so analytically, as does the Cendant’* wife I.urile Frank. «.,nk watches Mm rather cunous- H even quiMledfr: ** p-rank—the defendant’s mother—not quite so closely but th. Prisoner's wife rarely takes her eye* oft her husband's leading counsel. " and there is something amaz..-?Iy fascinating about Mr. Rosser. He is fascinating physically—or ■ course his superb mental equipment f 8 not debatable-much after he same fashion that old John L. Sulli- vu n uspd to be. ., — . In his palmy days, one of old John L.’s scowls often served to scare anj adversary instantly into a doubt that a second scowl not infrequently evolved rapidly into despair. Old .Jake Kilrain told me oncte in Washington city tbat he never was genuinely afraid but once in his life, and that wad the first time his an cient enemy, John L. Sullivan, frowqetl ferociously upon him in the beginning of their first fight—and th^t he (Kilrain) never got over it. Both Ctfnter on Purpose. “if 'only once or twice he had smiled upon me and looked the le^at little bit pleasant, I might have licked him.” said white-haired old Jake. Kilrain, “but he never (fid once —iq^eed. I never once saw Sullivan smll^ while fighting, in all the days I have known him!” And T moan it as,a compliment to Luther Z. Rosser when T credit him with that same sort of terrible defi niteness of purpose in trying a case. Mr. Rosser lets it be seen, cau tiously and carefully at first, that be had a deadly intent toward Lee. He made it plain bv an adroit develop ment of questioning, that he proposed* showing, if he could, more in Lee’s connection with this crime than the public latterly has imagined to be possible. Eventuallv It dawned upon the thick-witted negro there In the wit ness chair that Rosier was leading up, through all those puzzling and wor rying questions, to a fixed and steady mark, and Lee could be ^een plainly to snuirm and twist as he drew' In- evltablv nearer and nearer the peril ous brink. Storv Virtual'v Unshaken. He began to shift and back away from questions, to comnlain of inac curacy in the stenographic reports of the Coroner’s inquest, to evade and become indefinite. Evidently, at one time, the negro was growing afraid, and he undertook to be as cunning and as cautious as be might. And vet, with all of that, he stood the ordeal pretty well, and came through relatively unhurt and cer tainly not seriously damaged I think his evidence, as an isolated thing, amounts to little, anvway—but I think it went to the 1yry fairly well unchal lenged. at that! The fighting so far. In its fuller as pect, has been so plainly skirmish ing and jockeving for position that manv spectators must have won dered often, as I did, what sort of accounting that other and far more important sable figure In the Frank trial. Jim Conlev. might be expected to give of himself under the merci less fire of Ro c ser. It is about the negro Conlev that the hn*rl#» will reach its zenith and the fighting will be the fiercest. After Conlev has been disposed of. one way or the.other, the case against Frank will be either up or down, ac cording to the status of Conley, when his remarkable story has been put to the ultimate test. Will Conlev Stand the Test? Will Conley be as nimble-witted as Lee was? Will he be able to withstand the onslaughts of Rosser and Arnold, even approximately as well as Newt stood them ? If he does Conlev thus far has held himself to gether pretty well His examinations, however, have hern altogether one sided. A very different story may be told after he has been up against the best legal talent the defense could secure. Newspapers have reported, from time to time, how Conley was "grill ed" bv thus and so—never a party to the defense—and It has been related hew well he “stuck to his story” when, after three trials, he apparently suc ceeded in getting hold of a story he could stick to overnight as a funda mental proposition; but whether the word “grilled” should not reaflv have been “drilled" never has been per fectly clear in my mind. Conlev ought to have his story well in hand by, now. in any event; and so. if it is a true story, neither Mr. Rosser nor Mr. Arnold will succeed In breaking him down. On the other hand, if Conlev relates an untrue story, surely. Rosser and Arnold will be able to locate the loose joints in it and when they do Conley should read a?* readily as anybody the big and sinister danger signal that’ tinei»e and then will loom significantly ahead of him. Rosser Shoots in Dark. As for the examination of Newt Lee bv Mr. Rosser, it impressed me often as a mere shooting in the dark, hop ing to hit something To my mind there is nothing much to Lee save and excepting the one fact that he diccovered the dead body of Gttle Mary Phagan In the factory cellar. i He is a genuine negro, with all of a negro’s superstitious antipathy for a dead body. He went Into the cellar on a perfectly natural and ordinary mis- Hon. and there he discovered the body Just so soon as he satisfied h’mself as to what It was he undoubtedly d'd a« be swore, “light a rag out of thar!” Immediately he called the police, as hg had been instructed to do b v Frank, when he (Lee) first was em- ployed as a night watchman in the factory. That is all he knows about th* crIme—and It Ip all Mr Rosser ever got out of him and ever will get out of hfm. The remainder of his testimony Is relatively unimportant, although, to be sure, there are bits of It that will xerve to account for any seeming un- mturalnec; in the behavior of Frank iust prior to his departure from the factor* Saturday afternoon and later along in the evening. Battle Has Just Bequn. The b-ittle for Leo Frank's l’fe lib. erty and honor as a man. the fight to clear hVs home of the shadow of trag- edv forever has hardly yet begun The fighting so far has been inde cisive. and to neither sid^p has fallen anv advantage worth reckoning upon. The Rtate -has sustained itself very m-aii because it hasn’t lost anything— and about as much may be said for the defense. And not until Jim Conlev gets into the case "ill the really big guns be unlimbered. Frank and Wife Perfect in Poise; Mo ther Pi tifu l Figure Arm akimbo, glasses firmly set, changing position seldom. Leo M. Frank sits through his trial with his thoughts in Kamchatka. Terra del Fuego, or the Antipodes, to far as the spectators in the courtroom can judge. He may realize that if the twelve men he faces decide that he is guilty of the murder of Mary Phagan, the decree of earthly court will be that his sole hope of the future will be air appeal to the Court on High. Hit- mind may constantly carry the Im pression of the likelihood of the solemn reading of the death war rant, the awful march to the death whamber, the sight of the all terrify- ing-gibbet, the dreadful ascension of its ste*l stairs, the few words of re ligious consolation—and then the drop. Frank's Face a Mask. But If he does realize these thlnsf3. his face le as completely masked against emotion as that of a skilled poker player. To all appearances, he is the de fendant in a civil suit on a contract of $100. and he has the money in his pocket to pay the Judgment If the court should rule against him. An outsider entering the court room. uninformed, would look In vain for the man whose chief interest is In the trial. There is a wirld of earnestness written on the faces of the array of counsel. The Jurors sit with fixed faces. Their nervous fanning telis their emotion. The court is all In terest and the spectators lean for ward, ears strained to catch every word. eyeS keen to observe every move. But Leo Frank sits there placid as a pool, calm as a champion about to go forth to assured victory. If any thing. hie appearance indicates thal the trial is not a trial to him. It is simply a detail of a misfortune that is through circumstance. Frank's months in prison have not affected him physically. His eyes ars By L. F. WOODRUFF. extremely luminous. His olive skin 1 is exceedingly ejear. He holds his spare frame erectly. He speaks seldom. Occasionally he turns to pass a word with his wife. Every now and then he has a brief conference with his Counsel. More often he gazes straight ahead—at nothing He pits next to the massive Luther Rosier. When Rosser is on his feet he is next to studious-appearing Reub Arnold. When he speaks to them, his voice is impassionate and his sen tence's are carefully framed. Frank’s Wife Confident. Behind him is his wife. Mrs Frank is a remarkably handsome woman. She shares the stoicism of her hus band in the trial. Though she has not missed one minute of the hear* ing. she has never shown that she realizes that the outcome of the case may change her to a widow. Twice after the court has taken recesses, and Prank has been turned over to his deputy sheriff guardian, she has embraced and kissed him. But afterward she has walked from the courtroom, head thrown back, shoulders erect, apparently un concerned. On the street she would be taken for a woman out for an aft ernoon of shopping rather than the woman who bears the name of the man charged with the blackest crime, known to Atlanta criminology. Then to the left of her sits* the pa thetic figure of the trial. To those who believe Frank guilty. h!s person ality is not one to arouse pity. His self-assurance is too apparent. His wife hardly stir* sympathy. She, too. Is apparently confident of victory. But there’s the mother Hour after hour she ©its and listens to men try ing to send her firstborn to the gal lows. Hour after hour she is thrilled by the skilled struggle that his coun sel makes to have the family name cleared of the stain brought by the charge that now rests against It. Mr* Frank is a motherly-looking woman. Her form is ample, and in her younger days was evidently a woman of striking appearance. She is typical of the mother of her race— the revered head of the Hebrew fam ily. In this trial, though, her eyes are practically always fixed on her son. Their yearning light spreads through the big courtroom. Mother’s Looks Are of Love. Their every flash pends the mes sage that she wants him back on her breast a fre^ man. No single feature of the trial es capes her. When the prosecution scores, another line is added to the face that has been wrinkled by the three months of wa'ting and horror. When the defense seem* to have an advantage, there is a joy expressed as great as the power of Niagara. When the attorneys ask a question, her eyes ^re fixed on the questioner. When the witness answers, her gaze is on him. When the court rules, every movement of hi* lips is marked by her. But there is always an eye for her son During the trial he wished a drink of water. The pitcher was on the desk of his counsel, far from his seat and near here. When he looked for it, she divined his wish. She was on her feet in a second. The glass was in her hand. The water was poured out. In her trembling grasp it w as passed to him. As he took it. his stoicism broke. He smiled his acknowledgment of the little act of kindness, and there was a wealth of love in hi* smile, and she smiled back reassurance. Su perlatives couldn’t tell the meaning of that smile. ' * * • Mary Phagan is dead. She died horribly, the victim of as cruel beast r s ever polluted the soil of the Southland. But Mary Phagan is dead; she sleeps peacefully beneath a flowered sod. The mother of Leo Frank is alive, and be her wn innocent or guilty, the mother is the pitiful figure in this biack and baffling mystery. V Flashes of Tragedy Pierce Legal Tilts at Frank Trial By 0. B. KEELER. The trouble Is, plain human emo tion* won’t stick at concert pitch all the time. And go the Prank trial, after the first twenty minutes, say, becomes much Ilk© any other trial. Except In th© flashes. You get into the courtroom with some formality. At once you are in the midst of order. It is rather pon derous, made-to-order order. But it is order. cold. And grim. And pitiful. Rosser Soars—Regardless. Then Mr. Arnold objecta again, anrl there is another dreary wrangle, and the idea get* uppermost in your head that the city detective is a most lit eral-minded witness. It is confusing. Mary Phagan's sister is there. She wears a black hat and an unaccus tomed veil. You look in vain for tributes to emotion. She shows a “A big splotch that looked like blood.” “Where waa It?” "Well, some of it was over in the corner. • * * It looked as if it had been swept over with something white. • * * The rest " “Well, tell the jury vyhere was the rest.” “Around a nail that stuck out. * * * The top of the nail was cov ered with blood, and • • •” Officials stalk about, walking on the balls of their feet, like pussy cats. But they do not purr. They request you to be seated. You must not stand up; you must sit down. Unfortunately, you must stand up to walk to a place to sit down. And that grieves the of ficials. They mop their faces. Ore in particular uses an entirely red banciana handkerchief—sometimes for for his face, sometimes to flag stand ing spectators, who must sit down. There is order. Thrills Get Temporary Check. Until you are thoroughly sitting down there is no chance for the con cert pitch to. vibrate. Human emo-* tions are constituted so curiously that a rasping collar has been known to overbalance the diead presence of the King of Terrors. Honest persons have admitted this. And ie grim por tent of the Frank tr.*i produces no thrills while you are stepping on other people’s feet. mild interest In Mr. Rosser’* pomp and circumstance of language. In stead of another thrill, you gain £ hazy impression that Mr. Rosser is an orator who loves to soar—who would soar, in fact, when he might get along faster by walking. You hear the purr of the fans, the shuffle pf feet, the clearing of throats. You are sensible that it is very warm and that the judge twice ha* handled his palm leaf as if it were a gavel. You see a Juror yawn luxuriously and once more find proof that yawning is contagious. Oh, yes—after the first twenty minutes (say), the Frank trial is much like any other, except You sit back and your hands hurl from squeezing the arms of the seat. They are taiking about a stairway again, and the city detective is point ing out something on the map with the bent-handled umbrella. No use. Plain human emotions simply won’t stick at concert pitch, even for the terrific romance of murder. Once in a while, over the whirr of fans and the shuffle of feet and the interminable squabbling of counsel, you feel the shadow of a crime—an uglier crime than that which took Eugene Aram out of Lynn, “with gyve« upon his wrist.” But only in the flashes. Defense Plans Sensation, Line of Queries Indicates Being seated, the first thing you do is to perspire gently. That of Itself is not romantic. Also it interferes with the concert pitch. It is hard to reconcile perspiration and cold pric kles back of the ears. You get the first tingle when you pick out the accused. Your neighbor does not help you do this. One’s neighbor at a trial rarely knows any thing about anything connected with it. v You pick out the prisoner because you have seen many pictures of him He is one of tho** whose pictures look like them. You are quite certain who it is. % First Chord a Mere Tinklt. But the opening chord of the con cert pitch is disappointing. It is not majestic and soul-stirring. Frank ly, it is more of a tinkle. Here is a slim little man. He is dark. His face Is sharply cut and lean. His eyes are well opened, back of thick lenses. • • * That was the first real tingle. • • * Did those eyes glare down upon the huddled figure of Mary' Phagan in th© echoing loneliness of the pencil factory that Saturday afternoon? Glared through the thick lenses? The grotesquely jars oddly. The thrill passes There Is Rube Arnold, objecting to something. It is among the duties of counsel for the defense to be constantly injured. Mr. Arnold is good at that. He is not going to fail, if the court please, in his full duty to his client, who sits there. And the particular part of Mr. Ar nold’s duty at this moment is to s?e that his learned brother does not get before the jury from this witness any of his (the witness’) ideas as to how the defendant looked the morning aft er the tragedy at the pencil factory. Mr. Arnold Philosophizes. Mr. Arnold begs to submit that an olfi-cer, if It please the court, thinks everybody looks guilty. Mr. Arnold begs to submit further that the hu man face is the most inscrutable thing in the world. And Mr. Arnold will say— You discover the defendant’s wife and mother, and lose the thread of Mr. Arnold’s philosophy. They sit by his side. The mother s face is of the inscrutable type pi - That a sensation Is to be sprung by' the defense by the production of the mysteriously missing ribbon and flow ers from the hat of the murdered girl wag repeatedly indicated by Attorney Rosser’s line of questioning Tuesday and the afternoon before. Beginning with Mrs. J. W. Coleman, mother of Mary Phagan. the attorney for Frank interrogated every witness who saw the girl alive or dead that day in regard to the ribbon and flow ers. Mrs. Coleman said that the ribbon and flowers were on the hat when Mary left home. Newt Lee said that he had seen no sign of the missing trimmings. The testimony of Ser geant L. S. Dobbs was the same. De tective Starnes, when he was turned over for the cross-examination, made the same admission. It is believed that Rosser will pro duce the ribbon and will attempt to establish that it was found in a place throwing suspicion upon the negro Conley. Frank was brought to the court house at about 8 o’clock Wednesday morning. There was no change in his demeanor or physical appearan .o. If the trial has been any strain upon him he does not display the effects. He was dressed in the dark mohair suit he wore Tuesday. He greeted hi* friends cheerily and spoke con fidently of acquittal. The juror*, sleeping in three rooms at the Kimball House, spent a rest less night. They appeared rather fagged when they were brought into the courtroom at 9 o’clock. First Witnesses Unimportant. Attorneys for the State have an nounced that the witnesses called Monday and Tuesday were only for the purpose of starting the presenta tion of. evidence against Leo Frank right from the opening incidents of the day that the murder was commit ted, and that they were important only in so far as they assisted in mak ing a continuous chain of evidence, and as they made here and there statements which might be interpret ed as damaging to the accused. Working on the foundation laid by Tuesday’s testimony. Solicitor Dorsey was understood to be prepared Wed nesday and Thursday to introduce witnesses who would swear that the red stains found In two places on the second floor were splotches of blood and not aniline or any other color ing stain; nlao that the bloody finger prints on the rear door of the base ment were the finger-prints of Leo M. Frank. City Detective J. N. Starnes Jus: before he left the stand Tuesday night identified pieces of wood as pieces he had chipped from the rear door of the factory. There were fin ger-prints easily distinguishable upon them. A finger-print expert was in the employ of Solicitor Dorsey for some time during the investigation of the murder mystery and was named among the State’s witnesses. The red-stained chips from the fac tory floor were sent to Dr. Claude E. Smith, city bacteriologist, for analy sis. Dr. Smith also is one of the State’s witnesses and was expected to be called Wednesday or during Thurs day's forenoon session. Writing Pad Evidence? Starnes was on the stand practical ly all of Tuesday afternoon. While the direct examination was in prog ress the detective told of his pari in scouring the pencil factory for evi dence. one of his statements on which the State is relying to establish that frank acted and talked In an Incrim inating manner th morning the body was found consisted in his testimony in regard to a telephone conversation which he said he had with the fac tory superintendent that morning. Starnes, under the examination of Dorsey, said that he had been very guarded when he called up Frank that morning and had merely said that he desired Frank’s presence at th© factory. He denied that he had mentioned the fact that a gir! had been killed. Claim Frank Knew. It is the purpose of the State to seek to establish that Frank, without being told of what had happened, had made remark* to the officers when they came for him which indicated he was not unaware that a girl had been murdered in his factory. The main points of Starnes’ testi mony were: That ne had discovered stains re sembling blood In two places on the second floor of the factory. That Frank acted nervous when brought to the factory. That Frank made a strange remark to Foreman M. B. Darley that he "had more than one suit of clothe*,” refer ring to the fact that he had on a different suit than the one he wore the day before. That Lee appeared composed when questioned Sunday by the detectives That he witnessed the new night watchman in the pencil factory make a complete punch of the time clock covering a period of twelve hours in five minutes. Unaer Rossers cross-examination Starnes admitted that it was practi cally impossible for him to remember the exact words he used in certain parts of his testimony at the Cor oner’s inquest. This admission was obtained by Ro*ser to show that Starnes’ memory in respect to the tel ephone conversation with Frank could not be regarded as any more reliable. Rosser brought out that Starnes failed to mention at the Coroner’s Inquest either the matter of the tejephone conversation or of th»» alleged conver sation he held with Frank the morn ing of the murder. tured by Mr. Arnold. The wife's face. * * * That was thrill No. 2. * * * You realize In a flash what the Frank trial means to her. * * * She watches the witnesses more closely than her husband. She moves her fan nervously at times. She re gards the prosecutor and his assist ant with a certain contemptuous do fiance. • • * The tingle lasts un til you realize she is chewing gum. Mr. Arnold's philosophic objection has spun Itself out. Mr. Dorsey re sumes his questioning. Mr. Dorsev has a querulous manner of asking questions. Mr. Arnold's injured ob jections may explain that. The Pathos of a Dress. The testimony juat now is not thrilling. It has to do with a stair way and an office and some very usual-looking cord or heavy twine. The witness has to get up frequently and point out things on a framed plan of the pencil factory that hangs on the wall where the Jury can see it. He uses an umbrella. He may be pointing out the very spot where Mary Phagan • • • But th© handle of the umbrella is bent. Is it his own umbrella? It looks like a woman's. ♦ • * Where did Mr. Dorsey get that twine, anyway? Oh. the suitcase. There are other things in the suitcase • • * A little heap of things on the floor of the witness stand—a crumpled dress, a hat. * • • And that time you wink your eyes very hard, because they sting. What was in that little girl's mind as she put on that hat for the last time? 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