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Spilt Blood
Dear Bert, What Have You Done
Dear Bert, What Have You Done Stillwater’s Bloody Bridge
August 27, 1896
In 1816 Ohio county commissioners were authorized to construct ‘poor houses’ in order to provide temporary relief to needy residents of the state. In 1850 the name "county poorhouse" was changed to that of "county infirmary" to help lessen the negative connotation associated with the institutions. The infirmary also served as a place for the housing of some of the state’s orphaned children. This was necessary, since the practice of legal adoption of non-related children was extremely uncommon until the twentieth century. Many childless couples had serious doubts about the future potential of poor, abandoned and illegitimate children. Concerns about inheritance of "bad blood" were widespread, and even families who were motivated to take a child in rarely took the necessary steps to establish a permanent relation though legal adoption. For many children, life became one of an indentured servant. A contract would be written that entitled the child to food, clothing, shelter and medical attention, in exchange for working without wages until he or she reached adulthood. Unfortunately, the welfare of the child depended almost entirely upon the kindness of the person named in the contract. If the person taking in the child was motivated only by a desire to make the maximum profit from the free labor, this sometimes led to the child being denied adequate food, shelter and even necessary medical treatment. And there often was very little recourse for protection against such abuse. Fortunately, or so it seemed at the time, fate had a better life planned for a two-year-old orphan girl by the name of Tressie Doty who was living at the Miami County Infirmary in Troy, Ohio. In 1873 Peter and Elizabeth Little went to the institution in search of a child to call their own. While there the Littles were taken with the blue-eyed, lisping baby. At the first sight of Elizabeth, the child threw her little arms about the woman’s neck and seemed greatly pleased to meet her. Touched by Tressie’s actions the Littles took her home and gave her the name Bessie. In 1879 Peter was offered a job as foreman at the Ohio Rake Company in Dayton. The family moved to the city and eventually settled in a home at 1637 West Second Street. Bessie thrived in the new city, the teachers at school saying that she seemed to be unusually bright and a rapid learner. She was a constant church member and well-known for her beauty and kindness. Meanwhile, Albert J. Frantz was growing up in Tadmor, Ohio. The knowledge that they were going to have another child must have come as a surprise to Albert’s parents, since his father Jacob was 52 and his mother Phoebe was nearly 45 at the time of his birth in 1875. With Phoebe’s death in 1888, a father that was slowly becoming an invalid and a family that were going their separate ways, the farm became too much for Albert and his sister Martha to keep up with. In 1895 Jacob and his two children came to Dayton and picked out a smaller residence at 1609 West Second Street. Albert took a position as a stenographer and collector for the Mathias Planing Mill Company. He joined the College Street Dunker Church and was known as an exemplary young man and dutiful boy. Living as they did in the same neighborhood, it wasn’t long before Albert and Bessie met. Although Bessie had never had a serious relation with anyone before, she was soon smitten with Albert. The two met almost every day for a year. The visits became so numerous that people began to talk about the couple. Part of this was due to the fact that Bessie was 23 years old, nearly three years older than young Albert. On July 17, 1896 Mrs. Little, while walking out to her stable, was surprised to find the lovers in a compromising situation. Outraged, Bessie’s mother insisted upon an immediate marriage. Albert nervously stated that he would have done so already, except for the fact that he was not yet of legal age and could not marry without his father’s permission, which the old man refused to give. Forbidden to see Bessie anymore, Albert promised to try his best to change his father’s mind. Taking matters into her own hands, Mrs. Little decided to send Albert’s father a letter, telling of what had occurred between their two children. She also made it quite clear that Bessie was adopted and that the girl came from "low stock". She ended the letter by saying that, after finding out about Bessie’s behavior, she was glad that the girl was not her real daughter. Jacob declined to answer back. Less than a week later, Albert was caught sneaking out of Bessie’s bedroom. Claiming that it had to end one way or another, Bessie’s parents give her an ultimatum; either she had to quit seeing Albert or leave home for good. Unable to live without Albert, Bessie decided to leave her home. On July 25, Bessie moved into the Cooper Hotel. While there the lonely girl befriended Mrs. Hale Bell, the hotel’s bookkeeper. Bessie told her of the situation and how she was living in hope from day to day that Albert’s father would change his mind. Mrs. Bell worried about her new friend. After seeing Albert, Bessie would be in a happy mood, but when a day or two would go by, she would become depressed and speak of wanting to commit suicide. On one occasion she spoke of how, while crossing a bridge on a streetcar, she had been sorely tempted to jump into the river. On August 20, unable to continue to pay for the hotel on his small salary of $5 a week, Albert had Bessie move into a room at Minnie Freese’s boarding house on South Jefferson Street. On August 27, Bessie ate supper at the boarding house and then left rather hastily at 6:10 pm, claiming that she should have been gone at 6 o’clock. Mrs. Freese would later claim that Bessie had been in the best of spirits, saying that she was going to Boulevard Park, near Fifth Street, to meet her lover, Albert. Mrs. Freese watched as Bessie hurried towards St. Clair Street to catch a streetcar. That was the last time Bessie was seen alive. The next day Albert went to Mrs. Freese’s boarding house and asked for Bessie. The landlady told him that Bessie had left the night before and said that she was going out riding with him. He claimed not to have seen Bessie for the last two days. When Mrs. Freese asked if they should contact the police, Albert told her not to, saying that he was not too worried about the matter since Bessie had told him she was contemplating going home to see her parents. He was so sure that Bessie would soon be back that he agreed to pay another weeks’ rent in advance. That evening the fire department was summoned to the home of Albert’s father to extinguish a fire in his barn. After getting the blaze under control, the firemen found the remains of a horse and the blackened irons of what had once been a buggy. The next morning Albert called on Bessie to tell her of the burning of the barn and the destruction of his horse and buggy. When told that Bessie had still not returned, he asked that Mrs. Freese contact Bessie’s parents and see if she was with them. About 3 pm on September 2, 1896, E. L. Harper, Jr. of Cincinnati, was enjoying a pleasant day of the late summer season by swimming about the point where the Stillwater river flows into the Great Miami. As he neared the shore Harper spied what he thought might be a shoe stuck under a stick in the water. Swimming closer, however, he discovered the decomposed body of a woman. Before nightfall the body had been taken to O. P. Boyer’s undertaking establishment. The woman’s body was bloated to the point of bursting out of its clothing. A terrible stench emanated from the body and but few could stand to remain in the room while an examination was made. Coroner Lee Corbin’s report stated that it was a case of suicide. The corpse was then placed in a zinc-lined pine box, the body being too swollen to fit in a regular coffin, and arrangements were made for burial in the potter’s field at Woodland cemetery. The next morning, under a tent especially erected at the cemetery and beside the open grave which it was to rest, the body was subjected to a more thorough autopsy by Dr. Fred Weaver, assistant police surgeon and his father Dr. J. M. Weaver. They, too, failed to find any signs of violence. Nothing was found on the woman to tell who she was. She was believed to be between 20 and 30 years old, five feet two inches tall, with medium brown hair and a rather high forehead. A tooth on the upper jaw and just to the right of the incisions was practically covered with gold. She had been wearing a brown, one piece dress and fairly new button shoes that had been purchased at Diers and Tanner shoe store on South Main Street. Dr. Levitt E. Custer, a dentist who practiced in Dayton, was able to identify the body as belonging to Bessie Little. This led to an examination of her room at the boarding house. There the police found an undelivered letter written by her and addressed to Albert’s father, Jacob Frantz. In the letter Bessie declared that she was pregnant by Albert and begged the father to allow them to marry so that her honor and reputation might be preserved. Albert Frantz was summoned to police headquarters. Frantz was perfectly cool and collected during the lengthy interview that followed as to his acquaintance with and relationship to the girl. He stated he had last seen Bessie on August 26 and had been spending the past few days since then looking for her. He did admit taking Bessie to see a Dr. Otho Francis who, upon examination, announced that she was pregnant. When asked why Bessie might commit suicide, Albert stated that perhaps she had killed herself due to depression. He confessed that he had recently told her that he could not marry her since he only made five dollars a week. A consensus was soon reached that Bessie had burned down the Frantz’s barn for revenge, then killed herself due to the shame of being pregnant. It was also rumored that, several days before the discovery of Bessie’s remains, a prominent attorney had been contacted by two men who had wanted to determine their legal responsibility of holding back knowledge they had of a woman’s body in the river. On September 4 three boys, Frank Ross, Frank Shipley and William Zigler, turned over to the police two tortoise shell hair combs they had found the day following Bessie’s disappearance. They had discovered the combs while crossing a newly constructed bridge connecting Ridge Avenue with was then known as "Idylwild". One of the combs had been found in a pool of blood on the bridge, the other about twenty-five feet away. Bessie’s parents were contacted and they identified the combs as belonging to their daughter. The police knew the area well. There were few houses in the neighborhood at the time, the road leading to the eastern end of the bridge hardly more than a trail. It was a lonesome spot, the bridge having not yet been opened to traffic. Police Chief Thomas J. Farrell and his men hurried to the bridge and found the statement of the boys to be correct. There were blood spots for a distance of about 20 feet leading to the railing of the bridge and a large blotch on the railing itself. It was noticed that a buggy wheel had rolled through the blood and had left a bloody impression on the new flooring of the bridge. This led the police to the conclusion that a struggle had been involved and that Bessie had not committed suicide after all. Bessie’s body was disinterred. The doctors found what appeared to be two bullet wounds in the right ear. Upon opening the skull it was discovered that the brain contained many tiny leaden splinters, while near the base of one ear was a larger piece, prevented from passing out of the skull only by the thickness of the skin on the outside. The amount of lead was equivalent to that of two 32 caliber slugs. The mystery of her death had been solved. The bloody tracks also made the police reconsider the cause of the stable fire. If Albert had brought Bessie to the bridge and murdered her, then his buggy would have had traces of blood on it. The stable fire would have destroyed any evidence the buggy might have contained. Chief Farrell called Albert to police headquarters for another "sweating". After being interrogated for over an hour Albert finally admitted that he was with Bessie when she was shot. He stated that on the evening of August 27, the two had met at Robert Boulevard Park, near the Fifth Street Bridge. They then took a ride through Dayton View, Riverdale and the suburbs, ending up at the Ridge Avenue bridge. Albert claimed that she had asked to be driven there so that she could try and see a boat that had capsized a few days before. He stated that when he turned his head to look into the water, Albert heard a shot. His horse became frightened and ran across the bridge. A second shot rang out and that was when Albert realized that Bessie had shot herself. Thoughts of arrest and imprisonment flashed through his brain. Acting on impulse he threw both her body and the gun into the river. It was deemed important to find the gun and try and trace where and by whom it had been bought. Ben Graham, a professional diver out of Newport, Kentucky, was called in. Equipped with all the tools necessary for deep-sea diving, Graham spent days walking beneath the waves of the Stillwater, combing every foot of its bottom for a distance of many yards both below and above the bridge. Thousands lined the banks of the Stillwater river to watch Graham at work. People hurried to the scene the moment they had eaten breakfast, rushed back to grab a hurried lunch, then returned to struggle for a favored vantage point where they could watch the as the bottom of the river was scoured for the weapon. Many actually carried their lunch and made an outing of it, so fearful that they might miss the thrill they knew would come when the mud-drenched weapon would be lifted from the water. But the revolver was never found. For a dozen years after the crime, rusted old revolvers were carried to police headquarters and offered by the finders as the possible link in the Bessie Little case. On September 15 Albert Frantz was held without bond on the charge of murder in the first degree. On October 29 he was arraigned and entered a plea of not guilty. The trial was scheduled to be held before Judge Oren B. Brown. Albert Frantz sat with defending attorneys Judge John W. Kreitzer and William H. Van Skaik by his side. City Prosecutor Benjamin F. McCann, County Prosecutor Charles H. Kumler and former County Prosecutor John C. Patterson represented the state. On December 17, the prosecution began the trial by painting Albert as a cold-blooded killer who, knowing that he had thrown the body into the river, had gone the next day to Mrs. Freese and asked for Bessie, wondering where she was , and wanting to pay her board a week in advance. The State claimed that Frantz had a motive to kill the girl. He had grown tired of Bessie and was fearful of a suit for breach of promise. This would have meant the possible loss of the $1,700 which he was to receive from his mother’s estate when he reached the age of twenty-one. The defense tried to show how Bessie was unhappy and had morbid thoughts in the time before her death because Frantz’ father would not let them marry. This was strongly shown in the letter found in the room, and her talk with the bookkeeper at the hotel. Despite the furious objections of the defense, Bessie Little’s head was allowed to be brought into court as evidence. The girl’s head had been kept in a jar of alcohol at police headquarters. Before the trial, all of the skin was removed from the skull, except for the right ear, which showed the proof that two shots had been fired. In order to make a point during the trial, Dr. Fred Weaver was asked to remove the skull from the jar. Not surprisingly, this caused quite a stir among those who witnessed the scene.
A breeze of suppressed excitement ran through the court room. There was a craning of necks and some of the eager curiosity seekers stood up and on their tip toes to see the gruesome object. Deputy Boes rapped for order several times and the windows had to be lowered to allow the terrible stench arising from the head to escape. The jar containing the head was placed on a table directly in front of the jury, and some of the members looked as though they wished it anywhere else on earth.
Expert testimony differed as to the ability of Bessie to have shot herself twice in the head. Some were of the opinion that it might have been possible to fire a second shot since the first had not penetrated very far. Others believed that Bessie would have been in too much shock to have fired again. It was agreed on, however, that the bullets had come from a 32 caliber pistol. The defense took another blow when John W. Poince, the chief clerk in James Dodd’s sporting goods store, positively identified Frantz as the man he had sold a 32 caliber revolver to just two weeks before the alleged murder had taken place. The story of the two men visiting a lawyer finally came to light when the defense called Reverend William C. Tetter to the stand. He testified that on August 27, at about 9 pm, Albert had appeared at his house and told of Bessie shooting herself while in his buggy. Reverend Teeter told of how he counseled the young man to go to the police and tell them his story. Albert stated that he could not stand the thought of jail or the disgrace it would bring, then promptly fainted. When he recovered, Reverend Teeter recommended they write to Albert’s brother, Reverend Isaac Frantz, who lived in Pleasant Hill, Ohio. Reverend Teeter dictated the letter, asking the brother to come to Dayton at once. When Reverend Frantz arrived the next day he, too, implored Albert to state the circumstances to the police, but was refused. They finally agreed to go to Judge John W. Kreitzer’s office that evening and consult with him on what to do next, as well as to what their legal accountability might be for withholding information from the police. Albert was an hour late for the meeting, saying that he had been delayed. The prosecution took the opportunity to remind the jurors that it was while the two reverends were at the Judge’s office that the barn at the Frantz residence had burned down. On December 29, after sixteen days and over 100 witnesses, the trial finally came to a close. The verdict was much swifter, with the jury out less than two hours before reaching the decision to find Albert guilty of murder in the first degree. When the verdict was read out loud Reverend Frantz began to cry and Cornelius Frantz, Albert’s other brother, fainted and fell out of his chair to the floor. When Judge Brown ordered the prisoner be returned to jail, Albert broke down completely and almost had to be carried out of the room. An appeal to the Circuit Court was made. When the Circuit Court denied motion for a new trial, an appeal was made to Supreme Court. The Supreme Court denied a new trial and affirmed the judgment of the lower courts. The execution was set to take place on November 19, 1897. Until 1897 hanging was the only form of legal execution in Ohio. In his annual report for 1895, Ohio Penitentiary Warden Elijah G. Coffin asked the Ohio General Assembly to consider looking at alternate means of executing criminals that would not cause as much suffering. (I)n perhaps fifty per cent of the executions that have taken place during my service, instant death was occasioned by the breaking of the neck; in the balance death came to the men by means of strangulation, slowly and often protracted violent struggles which presented a shocking sight. On July 1, 1896, the Ohio General Assembly passed a law requiring executions to be done by using electricity. Albert was scheduled to be the forth person in Ohio to die in the newly-built electric chair. Albert’s final hope rested with Ohio Governor Asa S. Bushnell. Frantz wrote a letter to him, pleading for his life. Warden Coffin called the Governor and read the letter to him over the telephone.
Ohio Penitentiary Annex Columbus, Nov. 18, 1897 Asa S. Bushnell, Governor of Ohio:
Your Excellency; - My life is now in your hands, and if you do nothing for me I have but a few more hours to live. I want to thank you for the kindly consideration you have given the papers in my case, and the patient hearing of my friends. The evidence procured by the prosecution is very damaging against me, but much of it is false. None know that better than myself, and the ones that perjured themselves. May God forgive them for swearing my life away, and while my life’s blood rests upon them, I pray God may forgive them, and put it in their hearts to make it known to the world the great sin they have committed; that the public may know that I die innocent of the murder of Bessie Little, and my dear father’s name go unpolluted of the stain of murder, as it is known to be true by the Great God and Father of us all. God fully knows as I know, and the perjurers what false testimony you have to judge from in the case against me. I hope and pray that you will spare my life, for I am innocent. If you do not do anything for me, I thank you for the attention you gave my people, and may God of heaven and earth forgive my enemies and persecutors and may we all meet in heaven, is the final prayer of
Your obedient servant, Albert J. Frantz
Albert spent an agonizing last day, as he had been told that Governor Bushnell would send his decision directly to the warden that morning. Noon passed and still no word. It wasn’t until after 4 pm that the news came - the Governor would not interfere with the court’s decision. Preparations for the midnight execution continued. The execution room was small, measuring about 15 by 25 feet, with the chair situated directly under the old trap door that had been used for hangings. On the evening of execution the room was crowded to excess. More than 500 people had been turned away. Some who had gained entrance were so drunk they had to be reprimanded by officials of the prison. It became impossible to maintain order, with continual talking and laughing and constant shoving by those in back wanting to come up front in order not to miss anything. A reporter later described the almost party-like atmosphere of the witnesses before and during the execution. The scenes accompany the execution were the most disgraceful ever witnessed in the Ohio Penitentiary and during the time that Frantz was being placed in the chair and the current was being run through his body there was a constant struggle between fully 150 persons who were trying to see the electrocution. Some people were admitted to the annex who did not know enough to keep quiet in the presence of death and others had taken so much stimulant that they did not have sense enough to do so." Craning their necks, they saw Frantz enter the room, walk directly to the chair and sit down. He cast a hurried glance around the room at all the witnesses, but showed no emotion beyond a twitching of the lip, an involuntary reflex that had begun occurring with more and more frequency as the execution date had drawn near. Guard George M. Bowman personally attended to strapping Frantz into the chair. Heavy leather bands several inches in width were placed about his chest, abdomen, ankles, knees, elbows and wrists. The electrical expert placed a leather band about the forehead which helped hold a sponge saturated with a solution of salamoniac in place. The top of the head was dampened with the same soluion and the sponge was placed directly over it. Attached to the sponge was a wire that led directly to the dynamo. The current was formed by connection of wires to metal bands above the ankles, the trousers being rolled up from the bottom to allow this. The wires attached to the metal bands were also connected to the dynamo. When Frantz seated himself in the chair he looked about for a few seconds, then gazed vacantly at the floor. "Goodbye , Albert," said Bowman. "Goodbye, Bowman," Frantz replied. When everything was in readiness Warden Coffin asked if he had anything to say. "I have made my peace with my God," Albert answered in a scarcely audible tone. A dark hood was placed over his head. A sharp singing sound, like that of a bullet fired from a gun, was heard for an instant when the warden turned on the current. As 1700 volts flowed through Albert’s body, smoke and steam rose from his head where the sponge was connected. The unpleasant odor of singed hair, filled the crowded room. Frantz’s head was thrown backward, his legs drawing upward as far as the straps would allow. Dr. Frank S. Wagenhals, acting Chief Physician of the Ohio Penitentiary, examined Frantz and found the heart was still beating. The current had to be turned on again and again, for a total of five times. After each successive current, Albert was heard to groan. After the fifth and last, a half gurgle, half groan was heard. A quick check found that there was no pulse. Albert Frantz had finally died. Those who had witnessed similar executions conceded that Frantz had died a hard death. It was found that the strap passing beneath the chin had been too loose, which allowed the electrode on the sponge to become misplaced. Dr. Wagenhals admitted to having tried an experiment during Albert’s execution. The first current turned on was of 1,700 volts. We did not apply another shock immediately, as it was our desire, for the benefit of science, to ascertain whether one shock of 1,700 volts would not produce instant death. Owing to the electrode being misplaced, the electrocution might be called a failure. On November 21, Albert was buried next to his mother in the little country graveyard known as Studebaker cemetery, about four miles from New Carlisle, Ohio. On December 11, 1897, a month after Albert’s execution, Bessie Little’s remains were taken up from the potter’s field and reburied in Section 111 near Wyoming Street. A small headstone marks her final resting place. Bessie Little’s fate was memorialized in a song. It was sung by Dayton children for a number of years.
While riding down the street one day Upon mere pleasure bent ‘Twas after the busiest hours at the mill I took my Bessie in a rig To pass the time away And drove above old Idylwild. We quarreled as we rode along A rash thought came to me The deed would not be known by anyone. Her cheeks grew pale Her eyes grew dim I saw my only chance I threw her body in the stream below I hurried home to hide my guilt And burn the barn the evidence would show. But time has found me out My crime you all know Just tell my friends I send my love Just tell them not to worry That I’ll be all right And hope to meet my Bessie up above. Chorus: Just tell them that I shot her She never knew ‘twas done Just tell them she was looking sweet you know She whispered as she breathed her last Dear Bert what have you done? I love you as I did long, long ago.
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