According to St. Matthew

Over Georgia's rutty red roads one August night 19 years ago, a man named B. B. ("Bunce") Napier drove an automobile in the back of which crouched a State prisoner about to be lynched. The prisoner was Leo Frank, young Brooklyn Jew who had gone to Atlanta to superintend a pencil factory. When 14-year-old Mary Phagan was found murdered in the plant, Frank, amid a popular uproar against Jews in general, was arrested, tried, convicted, sentenced to death. Governor John Marshall Slaton imperiled his own life by commuting Frank's sentence to life imprisonment. One attempt to kill Frank failed. The second, with young Bunce Napier at the wheel, succeeded. Frank was driven 110 mi. from the State penitentiary at Milledgeville to Marietta, hanged near Mary Phagan's birthplace. Decent Georgians still blush over the case.

At Shreveport, La. last week, a slack-jawed half-wit called Fred Lockhart, 38, confessed that he had lured Mae Griffin, 15, into the nearby woods. There Lockhart, an itinerant maker and seller of artificial butterflies for home decoration, stabbed Mae Griffin in the side when she resisted his advances, raped her while she was dying. As soon as the story got around Shreveport, a mob of 5,000 rushed the Caddo parish courthouse where Lockhart was held. Two young women shrieked that the mob was "yellow" if it did not "go in and get him." It took four hours, two companies of militia and extra tear gas bombs from Barksdale Field to dislodge the mobsters from the first two floors of the building.

Upstairs reporters found Lockhart cringing in his cell. He had two more confessions to make. One was that he had escaped from a Georgia chain gang in 1931 after assaulting another girl. The other was that his real name was B. B. ("Bunce'') Napier. On his trembling lap lay a Bible opened to Matthew 7: 1-2: Judge not that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged; and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again. Napier said he guessed he knew how Leo Frank felt that night.

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