Julian Hawthorne was the oldest son of Nathaniel Hawthorne, the great American novelist. He was born in June of 1846 in Salem Massachusetts. On the occasion of his birth, Nathaniel Hawthorne wrote to his sister:

A small troglodyte made his appearance here at ten minutes to six o’clock, this morning, who claims to be your nephew and the heir of all our wealth and honors. He has dark hair and is no great beauty at present, but is said to be a particularly fine little urchin by everybody who has seen him.

I came across Julian Hawthorne’s writing’s because I’m fixing to republish Cold Heart, and I’ve been reviewing certain things, adding little pieces of information, and unearthing new pictures related to the case.

Julian Hawthorne

I found Julian Hawthorne did quite a bit of reporting on the case.  He wrote two passages which are very intriguing but probably won’t make it into the revised book.
The first passage had to do with how the elites in Buffalo stuck together. It seems rather timeless in some ways!

On The Elites of Buffalo

We almost take it for granted that if this murder was committed by a man or woman in the Buffalo smart set, the murderer is not likely to be discovered. If discovered, he or she is not likely to be tried and convicted. If convicted, he or she is nearly or quite certain not to be executed.

We have had object lessons in point in New York not long ago. We don’t want to kill anybody judicially for anything nowadays: but we are resolved not to hang them if they belong to the rich and cultivated class.

The rich and cultivated are also clever, and they know how to help one another out. They know, in a case of this kind, that disaster or disgrace to one is disgrace to all.

They will, for once, sink all private and personal quarrels and make a solid front against the common enemy-that is, the people. The party of the murdered person, in a murder case, must act with the party of the murderers.

They support one another in denials and professions of ignorance: they back up one another’s alibis; they have money on hand for whatever money can buy—and what are you going to do about it?

There is no such esprit de corps, among professional criminals. The smart set is smart in this direction as in others. The members can really do in reason, almost anything they like; it may cost them something, but it will not cost them their lives.

It is all very well for Chief of Detectives Cusack and for District Attorney Coatsworth to summon a hundred society folks, and ask them questions. Nothing of practical importance will be discovered.

The second passage had to do with Mrs. Gertrude Paine, who was a socialite and a friend of Ed Burdick.

Gertrude Paine

Mrs. Paine was covered extensively during the Burdick case though she was ruled out as a suspect early on. She loved being the center of attention though and gave many interviews to the press, usually with a few spiteful comments aimed at various society women and large dollops of “it’s so hard to be attractive and fascinating!”

This would not be so bad had the press not rewarded her with coverage that can only be described as fawning. Reporters were seemingly obligated to describe her as “the beautiful Mrs. Paine” and pay her extravagant compliments. I think Mrs. Paine would be a lot more tolerable as both a character and a real life person if people reacted normally to her. But no one did… until Julian Hawthorne came along. After observing Mrs. Paine at the inquest into her friend Ed Burdick’s murder, he described her this way:

Mrs. Seth Paine at the Burdick Inquest.
Mrs. Seth Paine was there in the morning but Mrs. Burdick and Mrs. Hull stayed home, awaiting a message that would call them to testify.
Mrs. Paine awaited the call to testify in the inner room of Superintendent Bull’s office. She sat in a big armchair, where she could see all comers, and gaily entertained her husband and Lawyer Fennelly. One sat at each side of her. The three discussed the throng that came and went in the superintendent’s office, all seeming in as merry mood as if at a pink tea.
She wore a wide-brimmed hat, over which was a white crepe veil. When her identity became known a line of men began filing past the door to look at her. She coquettishly pulled down her veil, laughing as she realized that she had foiled the curious individuals. To all appearances, she had come to the hearing as to a play at the theater. 
Mrs. Paine looks older than one of her years should look, a trifle worn and white, in striking contrast to the pallor of her face are her brilliant black eyes. She was gowned in blue, trimmed with white. Mrs. Paine’s luncheon was served to her by the police department in Superintendent Bull’s private office. An officer was loitering about the office, but it was said she remained within the building at her own request, to escape the small army of photographers, which on the pavement below awaited her coming.
She ate heartily seemingly enjoying the luncheon despite the unusual circumstances under which it was eaten.

Julian Hawthorne’s coverage of Ed Burdick’s murder is the only work of his I’ve ever read but I must say, I rather like this troglodyte!