ed hat went into the cottage. The buggy
then drove south. It was a white horse that drew it away. Here we
have the white horse from Dinan's stable, seeming to start for the
Carlson cottage, and here we have the white horse taking Dr. Cronin
away in the buggy, and a man getting out of the buggy and going up
the steps into the cottage. It looks as if Providence, working in a
mysterious way, designed that there should be some one to see the
last steps taken by this poor man as he rushed up the steps full of
life and full of hope, going in there to relieve suffering
humanity. This witness heard cries from within--heard strokes and
cries as if there was a fight--and passed on. Do you have any doubt
now but that Dr. Cronin was driven to the Carlson cottage? Can you
as twelve men making up your minds upon the evidence have any doubt
but that it was Dr. Cronin who was driven into that cottage? If not
there, tell me where he was driven to."

THE MURDER IN THE COTTAGE.

"Well, we have him entering into the cottage. At 8 o'clock a wagon
was seen coming from the south and a little man was driving and a
tall man was with him, and they drove up to this cottage. This was
after the work was done. This was after the deadly blows were
dealt. They came driving up, and the big man got out. That was
Daniel Coughlin and Kunze--the man who drove him there was
Kunze--who slapped him on the back on the 12th of April and said,
'That is my friend.' He is the man who drove him there. He drove
off with a horse with a brown face. Again at 10 o'clock Daniel
Coughlin and Kunze are seen in a saloon on Lincoln avenue--Nieman's
saloon--walking in there to drown the last bit of feeling they had
in wine. The little German said he would take beer, and O'Sullivan
said, 'Take wine,' O'Sullivan's idea was to take wine upon that
occasion, and O'Sullivan and Coughlin went into the room whispering
to each other and began making up their minds as to what they
should do with the body and counseling together, while the little
German was at the other end of the room. This was at eleven
o'clock, within two blocks of the Carlson cottage. Remember that at
four o'clock on that day, within three or four doors of Ashland
avenue, on Lincoln avenue, this man Kettner, the man who knew
Coughlin an