The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-02-18

InaJ w OOltolk mad been granted new lIlhI
on account Of the popular clamor against
him at the time of his trial, ne said, that
Voolfolk was reprieved, but that he was
willing to prophesy that he would not be
! granted a new trial but he would hang as
high as heaven for the foulest crime that
had ever disgraccd the records of Georgia.
There has been no such popular clamor here,
and there has been no disorder during all
this trial
The speaker after citing the authorities
mentioned in the MORSING News yester-
| day took up his line of argument, and
! traced the links in the chain Of circumstan-
tial evidence to his ultimate conclusion that
| Thomas Cassidy is the murderer of George
Smith. Smith had not an enemy on the
island and until the moment he was struck
! down, thought he was in company with
friend lie was not killed in selfdefense;
he had money before he was killed; he had
! none after: the defendant knew he had
money, and Smith was killed by some one
who needed money. Did the defendant
need it, the Solicitor General asked. He
was on pleasure trip and dissipating with
only 81 in his pocket he saw Smith have
! money and would sCruple at no means TO
! obtain it. At late hour at night Wright
! left him with Smith. Cassidy had just got
! the flask Of whisky from Wright as he was
about to close up, saying, 'let us have
flask; it will do us for the night" He had
missed the three gentlemen he was first
after, and the ''us" meant Cassidy and
Smith. 1t showed that he expected to re-
main with Smith. Where did he gof To go
up stairs and lie down by negro boy was
no attraction
CHARGED WITH THE MURDER.
He went to the scene of TIE murder
What did he do! Why, be committed the
murder. He alone went there with Smith;
the dead man did not come back Cassidy
| came back alone. He was the only man
who had his pantaloons brushed at the
hotel that morning, Whyl Because he
must have left his pantaloons on the sand
when he waded in the surf and cast the
| body into the sea. The speaker argued that
his rushing up stairs was not improbable,
! and read from decision of a learned Chief
| Justice that the criminal who "acts like
! fool cannot reason like philosopher The
defendant knew that If his bar had
been put on the information docket
that he would not be arrested, but merely
summoned to appear; that he could not he
| held responsible for the criminal act of an
other in his absence Why, then, did he sin
! gle himself out for arrest as the boat neared
| the wharfs 1t was because he was his own
| accuser. He passed the pistol; the little
nurse girl said that he passed something
else. Cassidy says it was nothing. Maggie
Terrell says nothing. If twas money, how
!
on his person. When told that George
Smith was murdered, if he had been limo
cent he would have spoken of being with
him, expressed surprise. He was silent. 1t
was the silence of a shrewd criminal and
not that of an innocent man. 1t NAV
| be wise for criminal to be
silent, and he maintained his silence
TO the last--the innocent man would have
h nothing to conceal. But Cassidy said: 81
do not know George Smith, have never seen
him and wouldn't know him if did see him. y
| The shoes he wore on Tybee Island have
disappeared. He knew their Importance,
and he could have had them here. There is
nothing in his statement to show that he
| ever asked to have them brought from the
old Jail to the new, or that he mentioned the
| fact of saving them until three or -four
months after his arrest when he had gotten
rid of them, and showed narrow-toed shoe
1 to Justice Molina.
Mr.. duBignon spoke for two hours and
six minutes closing a masterful summing
up of the facts with burst of impassioned
oratory, which is worthy of being repeated
here. He said;
THE SOLICITOR GENERALS PERORATIoN.
"There is to my mind, peculiar cause for
serious reflection in the case at bar. If it
be another instance of mans inhumanity to
man, it is at the same time another evil
dence of an unseen hand that thwarts his
hellish scheming in the very moment of its
triumph. Looking out upon the world
confess that there is much that is difficult
to comprehend: Virtue in rags and vice in
affiuence; ill-fortune crushed and corrup-
ton defiant seem to question sharply q
guiding Providence. Yet how often. i'll
some dire calamity, some dreadful tragedy,
do we discover the presence of an over
mastering purpose. working for the right.
AT the dead hour of night, when every human
being is hushed in sleep, and no sound is
heard save the ocean roar, as billow after
billow beats upon the beach and travels
back to its restless ocean bone, the bloody
deed is done, and as the film of death closes
the eyes of his victim, the murderer stood
beside the dead alone. No human eye had
witnessed his cruel blows. No human ear
had heard the piteous moan for mercy
that must have issued from his victims lips /;
and when that voice was still in death
naught remained of the bloody deed
save lfeless form, and here-for it
was deep and boundless home
"Into its bubblng depths 'twould sink without
grOan,
Unknelled, uncofined and unknown
But alas for the murderer The waves
did not his bidding. Cold and. cruel as
they are, they became not an accessory to
his heartless deed. Back upon their path
less track they went, unfreighted with the
| teau, unDuTueneu WIN Une secret. 1ney
lett untouched the evidences of crime upon
a land of law and obeyed the will of Ruler
who is the Prince of Peace.
TO THE JURY.
"My task is almost done-poorly and
feebly | am conscious, yet to your intelli-
gent and solemn sense of duty feel that
can safely leave the peoples cause. That
you sympathize with the defendant / do
not complain. 1t is human. You are
human. | can readily conceive the con-
flict of emotions that must rage within a
jurors breast when life and death hinges
upon his verdict. But the spirit of Justice
sees not the tumult, hears not the uproar
calm and confident she leans trustingly
upon a jurors oath. Your consciences
must support the shaking temple
and lettering altar. If the stony
pillars of truth and honesty give way
temple, altar, law and God sink into COM
mon ruin. When these are gone what
have we left? A cold and helpless world,
where the intellect made for heaven is
buried in the grossness of the brute where
appetite holds undivided despotism where
fancy sheds no light, faith no purity, hope
no consolation; where incompetence makes
a tiend of man and cruelty a wreck of
woman, and where at last, an age of
wretchedness closes life of vice.
But thank God we can look TO a brighter
picture; to land of law a land of faith, a
land Of order, where the humhlest home has
light from heaven that guides to heaven