The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1909-06-20
Heney by Fierce Arraignment Tears Away From
Face of Calhoun That Mask of Insensibility

mllleo some great crimes, and that the
thought Of these crimes made the blood
of Heney boil in his veins
Heney began in a low conversational
tone His voice was hoarse from his
EFFORTS OF the preceding days and his
purpose, evidently, was to husband his
strength But it is not in the mans
nature TO spare himself, and before
many minutes he was talking loudly,
pounding the desk, advancing TO the
jury box, retreating toward the clerk 9
table. Now his thumbs sought the arm
holes of his vest, now his hands Were
buried in his trousers pockets; now
one arm pointed like a semaphore to
the nub of his argument Always he
was arguing, expounding, welding link
after link to his chain of logic.
Il tell you. it was perjury" he cried
as his doubled fist Glove the air.
"Or 1t was loss OF memory. just as
good as perjury and his features pur-
pied to an apoplectic hue.
The debaucher is still enjoying ths
Illicit fruit of his crimes" and the &C
cusing finger was trained on the de-
PENDANT.
Tsh assemblage hung on the words
The jury remained stolidiy attentive
sphinxlike and conscious OF It. Calhoun
drummed the DEVILS tattoo on the Ia
bleI Judge Lawlor quilted the bench
and paced to and fro.
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briber?' cried Heney. making another
point.
The ominous words may have chilled
Calhoun; they may have stabbed the
hearts of his wife. his daughters and
his son. But there was no sign OF
suffering; no break in the calm Of won
derfuily subdued nerves.
.Henceforward 1 shall take add
tional precautions to see that am not
shot in the back"
Heney was drawing to a close; the
allotted hour and a half were running
into the last few minutes. He hurried
his speech and lowered his voice, but
there was no rift in the argument of
guilt that he carried ever and ever
closer to the defendant. The strain told
on Calhoun. He grew nervous as the
end came. Time and time again he
drew a hand over his head. he rubbed
his noseN unprotected and pocketed his
handkerchief; he took off his glasses
and twiddled them; he leaned forward
and gazed at the table; he leaned back
and studied an envelope. as though in
utter unconcern; he could not keep his
hands still; even his face showed the
shadow of a frown that gathered just
above his eyes.
One after another Heney spoke the
names of the purchased supervisors.
and they seemed to cringe Ia all their
moral wretehedness before the court
1t was as though a sorcerer drew their
spirits from some Vastly deep of infamy
with the magic of his words. All the
assemblage felt the stain of their pres
ence; not least of all Calhoun who bore
a strange look of the eyes when Heney
told OF Tom Lonersan's death
Connoisseurs of oratory may crticise
Heney's closing argument; those who
have followed the case from start to
finish may say that it lacked this, or
was weak in that; but to one who went
fresh to the trial on its last day it
was wonderfully impressive. 1t inn
pressed all the outsiders visibly. 1t tore
away the mask of insensibiIity from
the face of Calhoun before it was
ended. Only judge, jury and news
papermen, steeled by nearly six months
in that same courtroom, showed no in
dication that they were hearing the
ultimate plea for the conviction of a
master of many destinies