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342 X, AMERICAN STATE TRIALS.

this pretty, attractive little girl, twelve months, and a man
of your brilliant parts didn’t even know her, and do you tell
me that you had made up the pay-roll with Schiff fifty-two
times during the year that Mary Phagan was there and still
you didn’t know her name or number? You tell me that this
little country boy who comes from Oak Grove, near Sandy
Springs in the northern part of this county, was lying when
he got on that stand? I'll tell you no. Do you tell me that
little Dewey Hewell, a little girl now from the Home of the
Good Shepherd in Cincinnati, who used to work at the Na-
tional Pencil Company, who probably has lost her virtue
though she is of such tender years, was lying when she tells
you that she heard him talking to her frequently,—talked to
Mary frequently, placed his hands on her shoulder and called
her Mary? Yon tell me that that long-legged man, Gantt,
the man you tried to direct suspicion towards, the man Schiff
‘was so anxious to have arrested that he accompanied the
police, that you said in your telegram to your uncle, had the
ease in hand and would eventually solve the mystery,—do
you tell me that Gantt has lied when he tells you that this
man Frank noticed that he knew little Mary and said to him,
“I gee that you know Mary pretty wellt”’

T am prepared to believe, knowing this man’s character as
shown by this evidence, that way back yonder in March, old
passion had seized him. Yesterday Mr. Rosser quoted from
Burns, and said it’s human to err; and I quote you from the
same poem, in which old Burns says that ‘‘there’s no telling
what a man will do when he has the lassie, when convenience
enag, and he has a treacherous, pessionate inclination.’*
There’s no telling what he will do when he’s normal, there’s
no telling what he wil! do when he’s like other men, but oh!
gentlemen, there’s no telling what a pervert will do when
he’s goaded on by the unusual, extraordinary passion that
goaded on this man, Leo M. Frank, when he saw his oppor-
tonity with this little girl in that pencil factory, when she
went back to find out if the metal had come.

You tell me that all of these people have lied,— Willie Tur

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