n his right senses will deny. It is just such
acts that keep us continually in hot water. Why, in God's name, if
men are sincere, will they insist upon opening old sores? The
majority of our men believe the parties charged to be innocent of
any criminal wrong, and to have the charges made continually that
they are guilty, creates a bitterness and ill feeling, and the man
or men who continue to bring the charges are not the friends of
Irish unity. What earthly good is done in continuing the old fight.
What is the reason for it? I confess I can give no answer. If we
are true men, as we profess, we will rather conciliate than keep up
a war which can only lead to further disunion. The rank and file
are sincere. They want peace, and the time is not far distant when
they will have it, even if it has to come to war. I am anxious for
a better understanding among our people, and will do anything in my
power to obtain unity. The matter I wrote of, I would let pass if I
could, but I was ordered to notice it. Personally I think it better
not to notice such things, but I am only one. The men who are the
power will in time realize the motives of those who are continually
breeding disorder in their ranks, and a day of punishment will
come. I am very much discouraged at the present outlook, but hope
no trouble will result. Fraternally yours, J. F. BEGGS."

Of testimony against O'Sullivan, there was an abundance. Justice Mahoney
told of being present when the contract for professional services was
made between the iceman and the physician, and Mrs. Addie J. Farrar
testified that the iceman had said to her, after the disappearance, that
Dr. Cronin was a British spy, and that if he had given away any of the
secrets of the secret organization he ought to have been killed. Editor
R. T. Stanton, of the Lake View _Record_, showed that the particular
card of O'Sullivan's that had been used to entice Dr. Cronin from his
home had been printed for and delivered to the iceman two days before
the murder. The first evidence connecting Kunze with the murderers, or
their different places of rendezvous, was given by Willie James, a
sixteen-year old stenographer, who swore that he had seen Kunze wash his
feet at the window of the Clark street flat in the month of March, while
Mertes, the milkman, positively identified the little German as the man