Another in our series of new transcriptions of contemporary articles on the Leo Frank case.
Atlanta Journal
July 28th, 1913
Accused Neither Care-Worn Nor Haggard—His Eyes Meet Those of Crowd Without Faltering
There was one question on the face of every member of the big crowd in and around the courthouse Monday morning. To those standing without in the street, to those crowding the corridors and hallways, to witnesses flowing through rooms on the second floor, to the packed courtroom, the query was, where is the prisoner.
The man to whom the trial meant more than it meant to any other human being, had been brought to the courthouse early in the morning.
He was in a bare walled little room a few feet from the doorway leading to the court. With him sat two deputy sheriffs, his father-in-law, Emile Selig, and a friend.
From time to time during the morning the curious slipped to the door and gazed in at the accused. They saw a little man whose dark eyes gazed at them unwinking through big glasses. He was pale, but neither care-worn nor haggard. He wore a light gray suit striped with darker gray, black shoes, and a black and white four-in-hand tie.
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