Another in our series of new transcriptions of contemporary articles on the Leo Frank case.
Atlanta Georgian
July 30th, 1913
Defendant Perfect in Poise, His Wife Picture of Contemptuous Confidence.
By L. F. WOODRUFF.
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, so 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 an appeal to the Court on High. His mind may constantly carry the impression of the likelihood of the solemn reading of the death warrant, the awful march to the death chamber, the sight of the all terrifying gibbet, the dreadful ascension of its steel stairs, the few words of religious consolation—and then the drop.
Frank’s Face a Mask.
But if he does realize these things, his face is as completely masked against emotion as that of a skilled poker player.
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