Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-16

Suddenly the tinkle OF the telephone bell
aroused him from his thoughts. He put
| out his hand, answered the call a little
absently Then, as he listened, a strange
look came over his face and he cried an
angry question into the Instruments
question that received no answer, for the
message that had come tinkling over the
wires was this
"The rich man said to his soul, Thou
hast much goods laid up for many years;
eat, drink and be merry But God said
to him-are you listening, Paul saxe?-
Thou fool, this night thy soul shall be
required Of thee!"
Thumbs Down.
Very few women had been able to
| gain admission to the Old Bailey this
morning, where, as one of the more pic
turesquely phrased journals had put it,
the gladiatorial combat of ancient Rome
was to be reproduced with the principal
court for the arena, and the nerve-tin-
Cling sight of a man fighting with all his
powers of mind and body for his life for
| spectacle"
Seldom had case created so much uni
versal interest as this had done; no arti-
fetal interest skillfully famed by adroit
journalism, but genuine, palptating in
terest that spread through every class
The personality of the accused his posi-
ton in life, his almost utter absence of
defense displayed at the inquiry. in
themselves were stimulants 10 public Gu
riosity, without the sensa tional facts of
the wrongfully accused man with the
faxed jewel his amazing escape from
Brixton jail and his still more amazing
death at the house of Anthony Barring
ton, the artist, who had shot him as he
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! Princes Gate, where he had perpetrated
peculiarly daring robbery OF large sum
in bank notes.
Amateur criminal investigation had not
been slow to see a more than usually
strange coincidence in the dramatic death
of the man first accused of this murder
in the house of a relative by marriage OF
the woman to whom the prisoner of to-
days trial was now believed to have been
engaged The fact of the engagement
had been fatty contradicted in the press
by the lady's father Sir George Lums-
den. But where is there smoke without
FIRE? And the world still wondered
| No, so the police, who al the inquest on
Levasseur, had exonerated Mr. Barring
ton from all blame
A CURIOUS CROWD.
Such women as by dint of the patience
|
latent savagery, had managed to secure
seats in the raised tier of benches bore
curious look on their faces-a look not al
together pleasant, of brooding, OF half
FEARFUL expectancy, and appeared full OF
nervous rrita biF'v that found it's vent in
open antagonism of each other
The alert, unabashed cheerfulness of
one woman, with a large, fiat face, out
of which rose, with a determined air OF
making the most of itself, small, peaked
nose. who had settled herself in the cen
ter of row with an opera glass, a tin
of sandwiches, and a pocket flask was
something of an exception
You'd better left those spy glasses at
home a sour-looking little man to her
right said contemptuously You'll get
into trouble If you try to use them here"
/ The large faced womans companion
drew little breath as she leaned forward
and looked down She was tall and slight.
and very heavily yelled; the large faced
woman, who was given to such general
izings, had already set her down as a su-
peror lady's maid out of a situation, for
| her gloves were shabby and her coat and
skirt showed signs of hard wear. What
she did not see was, how the dark eyes
behind the veil dilated at the sight of
the man who from his place in the dock
looked straight before him, 1.-the. erect
and, save for a certain pallor. as little
like man who came into that place
with the shame and stigma of the magis-
terial inquiry upon his shoulders. with
its verdict and committal that seemed
to make of this further trial a tragic
| farce, as might be.
! Not q ghost of a chance the man
touched in his head" the yelled woman
|
her hands clenched tightly together as
she looked steadfastIy at Remington be-
hind the ds1gurng veil
Never you mind. father" she said
with exasperating good humor turning
on the speaker. who had bachelor writ
ten on every line of his sallow face; I'm
bear my town trouble when the time
comes"
Nevertheless, she disposed her rusty
net scarf adroitly over the glasses before
she turned with aggressive determination
to make conversation with her feminine
neighbor to the left.
ITS one of the biggest cases as has
bin before the public for years, bar none"
she said dogmaticaly. Pore young fell
ler-they say as his tongues tied by
some secret obliga tion-that there's
woman in the case-but bless you-I was
interest in the case from the hrst-my
husband aving bin clerk to that there
Fftzstephen wen q was in a very small
way of business indeed. and it's my own
belief e's as guilty
The rest of her statement of opinion
was drowned by the hum OF excitement,
sternly depressed. that spread over the
| teemng tiers of seats as Jack Remington,
accused of the Tempest street murder,
entered the dock.
Had she been closer to the man in the
dock, whose face was now turned directly
toward her as he looked at the Judge,
who was just taking his seat; had she
been able to summon courage enough to
raise the veil that blurred her sight, she
would have seen very considerable Diff
ference in the man below from the man
who had so resolutely and steadfastly gone
through the ordeal of the magisterial in
curry, at which she had also been present,
few weeks ago. There was certain
deadening in Rimington's eyes harden
| ing of the whole face, that one who knew
him instinctively, who loved him, for in