utterly and entirely fallen and disgraced and his character
generally arraigned and pilloried as that of a spy and a renegade
in the interests of those men in whose interests he was killed."

HOT SHOT FOR THE PRISONERS.

Mr. Hynes resumed his address at the opening of court on the
following day. He denounced the prisoners as members of a band of
blood-thirsty conspirators, and dealing with the case against
Beggs, urged that the whole of the testimony showed conclusively
that he was identified with the crime. The alibi for the white
horse was considered at length; the speaker taking the ground that
the identification of Dinan's animal by Mrs. Conklin and John T.
Scanlan, Jr., was conclusive. Continuing Mr. Hynes said:

"I call your attention to the fact that not from the opening to the
close of Mr. Donahoe's speech was one word said in condemnation of
the murder of Dr. Cronin--not one adjective used to describe it,
not one sentiment of dissent or dissatisfaction, disapprobation or
condemnation of that crime, that stands out as the blackest and
reddest of modern times. 'I do not know whether Dr. Cronin was a
spy or not,' says the representative of P. O'Sullivan, addressing
this jury, 'and I don't care.'"

"That is right," interrupted Mr. Donahoe, "I don't care anything
about it."

"No, sir," said Mr. Hynes, in an impassioned tone, turning around
and facing the attorney for O'Sullivan, "but as an officer of the
court, as a law-abiding citizen, as a member of this human family,
as a Christian gentleman, I hope, and as a man with the common
instincts of mankind--in mercy's name, in decency's name, in
humanity's name, find somewhere within the possibilities of your
character an impulse to denounce a murder so infamous as this, if
you dare to do it with your client's retainer in your hands."

"Not one word of condemnation, gentlemen," continued Mr. Hynes to
the jury; "not one word of defense in the memory of that brave,
courageous, honest man, whose only fault--a fatal fault--was his
honest courage, when these cowardly fiends assembled in their
numbers in that room, with a dim light, and after the door was
closed behind his back, his heart throbbing with sympathy for
anticipated suffering, with anxiety for the relief of human pain;