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LEO M. FRANE. 349

like you, would have stormed the jail or done anything.
It onghtn’t to be, because that thing ought to be left to be
threshed out before an upright Court and an honest jury.

But this man Frank knew,—he didn’t expect her to tum
-him down, he paved the way, he had set the snare and he
thought that this poor little girl would yield to his impor-
tunities, but, ah! thank God, she was made of that kind of
stuff to which you are a stranger, and she resisted, she
wouldn’t yield, you couldn’t control your passion and you
struck her and you ravished her, she was unconscious, you
gagged her and you choked her. Then you got Mrs. White
out, the woman that saw you jump at 12:35 when you were
there fixing to see about little Mary’s pay envelope, which
you never did give the poor child. And you fussed a good
deal about that pocket book, that mesh bag; I wouldn’t be
at all surprised if old Jim’s statement that Frank had that
mesh bag, didn’t keep that mesh bag from turning up in
this trial, just exeetly like that plant of old Newt Lee’s
shirt and just exactly like that club and just exactly like
these spots these men found on May 15th around that seut-
tle hole. It worried you too much, it worried you too much,
it diseoncerted your plans, The thing had already been done
when Mrs. White got back there at 12:35 and old Jim Con-
ley was still sitting down there waiting patiently for the
signal that had been agreed upon, waiting patiently for the
signals that you had used when some other women from the
fourth floor and other people had been down there to meet
you Saturdays and holidays. And the first thing he did
after he had gagged her with a piece of her underskirt,
torn from her own underskirt, was to tip up to the front,
where he knew the cords hung, and come back down there
and choke that poor litile child to death. You tell me that
she wasn’t ravished? I ask you to look at the blood—you
tell me that that little child wasn’t ravished? I ask you to
look at the drawers, that were torn, I ask you to look at
the blood on the drawers, I ask you to look at the thing
that held up the stockings And I say that a3 sure as

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