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Show page 130 bald head. Solicitor Burrows and his a s s i s t a n t , Leesburg Towns, sat at their t a b l e . Jess Palmer was court reporter. A b a i l i ff stood by the bench, ready t o call to order. The process of selecting a jury was accomplished without delay. Farrell explained to Storey his acceptance of the end result: five farmers, three merchants, two workers from the new bauxite m i l l , one secretary, one housewife. Storey heard the s o l i c i t o r saying " . . . and there x*as Forrest Clinton with a ragged ugly hole right through his body, near his heart, and we will show that Storey Porter followed him. . . . " "He'll build it up," Farrell whispered, "for taxpayers and voters." He flipped his hand, indicating the courtroom audience. The courtroom xaas f i l l e d now. Storey listened intently, and studied stoically the long v e r t i c a l windows of the courtroom u n t i l Farrell told him to take the stand. The accused doesn't have t o take the stand in our town, but sometimes i t is the most effective thing to do. Storey used a good half-hour in the t e l l i n g , how he hadn't intended to go to the wedding party, in fact didn't even know i t was being held at Roy and Faye Boling's house there on the edge of the clearing. He had been shooting rabbits along the swamp but upon hearing the revelry and hearing F o r r e s t ' s name called out had decided to walk by and pay his respects. He told how he had stood at the side of the house, hesitant, looking in, debating if his presence was r i g h t , u n t i l Forrest whipped around the comer with the jug, how Forrest grabbed |
