the man.' Mrs. Carlson
said: 'That is the man.' Charles Carlson says, 'That is the man.'
Mrs. Joanna Carlson said: 'That is the man.' There are four
witnesses that swore that Martin Burke rented the cottage. I don't
suppose the defendant's attorneys will dispute that proposition.

"I want to know why Martin Burke rented that cottage. What
explanation is there to give for its being rented? If Martin Burke
rented it intending that his sister should keep house for himself
and his brother, why didn't they keep house? If Martin Burke was
working at the stock yards and even went to Joliet to work; if he
worked for the city in the sewers, why did he go out to Lake View
to get a house? Well, if we can not find a reason for this by
following the evidence, we will give you a pretty good reason for
his not occupying it. My judgment is that he ought to be compelled
to live there for all the days of his life. He ought to be required
to wallow in the blood that there was drawn from the veins of Dr.
Cronin!

"Why didn't he occupy this cottage? We find by this man Mortensen,
a Swede who was driving an express wagon and stood on the corner of
Chicago avenue and Market street, in the neighborhood of Dan
Coughlin's station--this man Mortensen says he was standing there
about 5 o'clock in the evening when a man, whom he identifies as
Martin Burke, came up and wanted him to move some furniture. Burke
had again to 'jew' the man in reference to dollars and cents. He
said: 'You can do it for $1.50.' Mortensen wanted $2, but finally
he agreed to do it for $1.50. He told the expressman to report at
117 Clark street and he would be on hand. Mortensen drove up to the
number given him and found Burke standing at the door. There are
the two men we first see at 117 South Clark street--Kunze, the
little German, and Burke, the Irishman. Kunze had been sleeping
there."

KUNZE MAKES AN OBJECTION.

"I never did," shouted Kunze, rising to his feet and shaking his
fist at the State's Attorney.

"Burke was moving the furniture with another man," continued Judge
Longenecker.

"That is a lie," broke in Kunze again. The little German seemed
very much excited, and it required all the power of Mr. Donahoe to
soothe him.

"There is no attempt to prove," proceede