The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-02-28
Dramatic Scenes in the Court Room at Kill
manham.


Dublin. Feb. IL, Dispatch to London Times
The scene in the courthouse of Kilmain-
ham yesterday was one of strange and thrill
ing interest. The galleries were filled with
spectators, and were guarded by stalwart
constables, as were also the seats below
which were reserved for the press and for
members of the bar While the bench and
the dock were still unoccupied, the assembly
waited i'll patient expectation and conversed
upon the all-absorbing subject. At length
the Crown counsel arrived; the magistrates,
Mr.. Reyes, O. c., and Mr.. Woodlock, took
their seats, together with Mr.. c. 0'Donel, the
junior magistrate, who sat OH the bench, but
took no official part in the inquiry. A COM
motion was then heard in the dock; half a
dozen burly policemen clustered at one side,
and in few minutes the prisoners We're ccen
emerging from the underground passage
which communicates with the jail All
ewes in court were turned upon them, and
it was observed that the positions of
the more prominent were changed
that some were absent who
had stood with them in former days, while
two new corners had been substituted for
them. The two Mullets, who had been in
the front, were now hardly visible IN the
background, but Joe Brady was in the place
which he occupied the last occasion,
while James Carey, the town councillor of
the Dublin corporation, had resigned his old
place to Fitzharris, more generally known on
the cabstands as Skin the Goat" Had an
artist arranged the group for effect, it could
not have been better done, for Skin" as he
is fondly called by his friends, looked at
once a contrast and counterpart OF Joe"
who might still have been regarded as the
villain of the piece but for the superior title
to that distinction which was stamped on
Fitzharris's face. To attempt to describe his
features would be useless, for it is difficult to
find any. They appeared to have been all
knocked into one like those of a battered
prize-fighter fresh from mill, " his eyes be-
ing almost closed, and his nose fattened out,
with only enough of it left to mark
the spot where it had been. In
deed, his whole face is of vermilion
hue, gnarIed as an oak and grizzly
as a bear. Beside him stood another strang-
err young man named Hanlon, about TWEEN
ty-five years of age. with black hair and mus
tache, and of rather respectable appearance.
Next to him in front of the dock stood Tim
othy Kelly, who looks quite a lad, of a soft,
boyish countenance but of Il reckless man
ner. The party on entering the dock mani
tested, but in a less degree the defiant spirit
which they at first assumed. but there was a
remarkable TRANSFORMATION IN tnelr uemean-
or when Kavanagh assembled the table to give
evidence against them. They looked aghast,
and in them confusion and despair we're be-
trayed in every look, though they sometimes
made an effort to seem indifferent. AS the
witness related each incident of the dreadful
story. and identified the prisoners whom he
named, their countenances reflected in the
dark shadows which passed across them the
dismay which they felt. Brady literally ut
tered growl of hate and fury like that of a
wild beast when Kavanagh pointed to him,
and then buried his face in his
hands. He rested on the bar of the
dock while the nervous working of his face
| indicated the agitation and excitement under
which he labored. The account which the
witness gave of the movements of the assas-
sins before they did their cruel work. and the
route which they took when they effected
their escape, was listened to with breathless
interest The general silence observed by