Bisbee daily review., 1914-09-22

of God. You've got good mother, sir. and you c-c-c-an'-
 What can | do, ma'nm i2 deuaapded Kearney sharply. "Tm sNvit- ness for the prosecution l gUtta do my duty, hard as it may bs. The law tells me what | gotta do, and 1 must do it. If you got witnesses bring lem to court in the morning"
 "I have several friends in Nyack who will testify that my boy is a good boy" she sobbed They promised to come to the courthouse tomorrow"
 Keaney looked at bis watch, pushed back his chair and reached for his hat and coat
 That's all [ can tell you. lady," he said as he departed abruptly. Mrs. Montgomery called after him in sFthin. frightened voice, but if he heard he did not reply.
 She started up from her chair and sank back sobbing bitterly. Kearney's mother brought her a cup of tea and solaced her as best she ! could, the tears flowing from her own | eyes.
 Eugene Garrett, lawyer of insignif- cant attainment at the bar, but with a certain degree of political influence fin his assembly district, was the man chosen by the court to defend Mont gomery. The fee be would receive from the public treasury was a part of his reward for bis political industry in and out of season.
 Garrett welcomed the arrival of the mother of his client and with the voice of a dove assured the frightened little c0untrywOman that he would move heaven and earth to free her son. He inquired very gently as to her proba- billty of securing funds for taking the case to the higher courts on appeal, should a verdict against him be reach ed by the jury
 Aside from the prospect of getting a fee from her as well as from tue court, thc lawyer took a genuine professional interest in the mother of the defend ant He would use her to work on the syhpathies of the jury She brought 10 the criminal courts building three men and a woman. odd friends from the country about the town of Nyack. ! All would be willing character witness es for the accused.
 They entered the courtroom with the | young assistant district attorney, his | witnesses and a flock of men drawn as ! Yeniremen. They were hardly seated | when the door qfF he chambers of the 1 presiding justicee was opened by a | court attendant and a heavy, drowsy man in black silk gown strode across | the room and made his way laborious-
 ly and with much pauting to the dais before a mural painting of Justice. | Aanked by another of the three Fates. A Jury was quickly secured from the | panel, and twelve men who had de- | clared that they were not opposed to l capita punishment, that they had not
 read the newspapers, that they had no | opinions whatever and were perfectly l competent to give Montgomery a fair
 trial and order his life snuffed out, | took their seats in the jury box.
 The annals of New York's courts are packed with cases where hysterical ! editorials. articles of human interest,"
 by special men and women writers
 forcing sympathy for murderers and
 murderesses, have brought about ac-
 quittals. But in the case of the peo-
 pie or the police against James Mont
 gOmery there was no outcry for mer-
 cy. There was not enough of sordid-
 ness in the crime to give the public a
 real thrill. He was not of the real
 murderer's type-the kind that stays
 for selhshness or hate. He was not a
 minister of the gospel nor was he the
 absolute son of a Pittsburgh million
 aire.
 The watchman Of the bank in the
 west side had been cracked over the
 head with an iron instrument His
 end was as prosaic as had been his
 birth and life.
 (To Be Continued)