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shown when Mr. Comerford said
the fight would be carried into
the courts, where final ratification
would have to come. He declared
that the "city beautiful" was de
sirable, but nto at such heavy
.cost, particularly when there was
a simpler and less expensive way
of attaining it.
Mr. Comerford was bitter in
hijs attacks on the local papers,
which, he said, were boosting the
plan, and would not give public
ity the objections raised by
himself and other opponents of
the proposed trade.
Mr. Butler, favoring the plan,
spoke of the esthetic side of the
trade, and pictured a beautiful
island in the lake, where the poor
people from the congested dis
trict could go for a breath of air.
eH said it was desirable at any
price. When asked if the pall of
smoke that would hang over the
I. C. tracks between this contem
plated island and the city would
not be an objectionable feature,
he said the committee had assur
ances that the road would be elec
trified, but this was not mention
"Why wasn't that put in the
contract?" asked Mr. Comerford.
"Because," answered Mr. But
CONFESSION OF MUDRER
New York, Feb. 5. An extra
ordinary scene took place in
Judge Fosters court today.
James McDermott, former
clerk in the Hotel Belmont, had
been called to the bar to receive
sentence for the slaying of Char
"Have you anything to say be
fore sentence is passed upon
you" asked Judge Foster.
"I have nothing to say," said
. A woman, robed in black, rose
from her seat She was MrsA
Theresa Martin, sister of the
prisoner. She ran forward, and
threw herself on her knees be
fore the judge.
"Do not sentence him," she
cried. "He is innocent. I killed
Charles Muldoon. My brother
had -nothing to do with it. It was
my hand that drove the knife into
5 Muldoon's back. If you sentence
my brother you sentence an in
"You told that story to the
jury; the jury did not believe you;c
return to your seat," said oth'e
judge, coldly. " '"
Mrs. Martin, weeping and half
hysterically, continued to beg
that her brother be not sentenced.
"Eject this woman," said Judge
Foster to the bailiff.
Muldoon had grievously insult
ed Mts. Martin and her unborn
child. Soon after, he was found
slain, a knife driven through his
heart. McDermott was arrested.
When his conviction seemed cer
tain, Mrs. Martin demanded that
she be put on the stand. She
swore that she herself had slain
Muldoon. The jury believed she
merely was trying to save her
brother, and found him guilty of