The New York herald., 1871-03-20
shallenberg, the Sentenced Wife Murderer JON
ME Droz, the Assassin Of Major Julius Fisk,
the Courteous Gentleman" and 20 Bob
Ridley, Ho!' Who Sent Jerry Peterson
to His Final Account : What They
Say and How They Act
The Spirit Of Shallenberg's Slain Wife in
His Cell Nightly Reckoning
On to the GalI0ws.
Tai UG Illicit Love and
Frajtty.
CLEVELAND, March ~, 1871.

Ana handsome Sheriff trazee, OF Cuya hoga
county, as he sat In his onice, room No. Court
House buildings this city. paused, and lighting n
fresh cigar smoked away al 1t in silence, with long
and solemn ana regular puiis
''Crime indeed ~ he repeated with decision
''why, that jail yonder Is fun Of incorrigibe ras
GALS proressed villains, hardened criminals un-
happy wretches. One convicted murderer, SEN
fenced TO be hung up like q dog; fair faced girl
with mud eye and slender hand, and broad
shouldered Hercules dark as ngger blood ever made
man. look forward TO trials for putting two lives
~ you would
SNUFF 4 CANDLE,
and bank robbers ana bruisers aud shoulder nit
ters-they are all there, familiar with the drcary
walls and grated cells.n
Then Sheriff Frazee turned TO his desk, and hand
ing me pass, said, "Give that 10 the keeper and
look at
OUR WESTERN JAIL
and its inmates"
cross Monumental square. with its busy men aud
fair women intent upon wealth and recreation, to
the north side or Rockwell street, where | stand
upon the threshold OF this onanfuno odtheraa, into
which every rascal and unfortunate honest man or
fe-taker is introduced his way to liberty with
blasted character or on his way TO the Pententary
at Columbus with character at all, or to his final
Judgment
II is not quite the Tombs OF New York In size, but
THE sHAPELEss MASS
Is quite much in the way in the crowded precincts
OF Cleveland as the former is in New York. The
"stye' rsminds you Of something run mad, and It's
buildings as they are grouped together have
semblance TO one OF those old rumbng baronial
fortresses OF the English medl9val ages whose
throats vomited forth IN days of trouble hundreds
of armed men and harnessed horses fatten on tho
good things and rich pastures OF Merrie England.
hand
THE sHERIFF's DOCUMENT
to The keeper, Wiilam G. Fisher, bright young
man, and, contrary TO my expectation, well IN
formed-one of those few prison officials who have
any knowledge OF the philosophy of things about
them.
(Which frst2" he asks scntentlously picking up
the huge keys and eyeing me from head to foor as
he buttoned more tightly his coat around pair OF
shoulders that wonld have made John Q. Heenan's
reputation.
''Ihe convicted and sentenced murderer,
WILLIAM sHALrENBERG.r
"Come on.n
Tho monotonous clang Of the iron doors follow in
the sullen old fortress and seem like memory OF
terrible dreams, and the footsteps sounding the
granite pavement or the gloomy corridor the
echoes OF doomed souls who fret wearily behind
prison bars. The patches OF blue sky that look
through the narrow bars Of the stinted windows
between the dust and cobwebs seem as II suffering
from the strenuous jail discipline and the view is
weary and offensive to the visitor.
We went up the stlirs-hard, cruel iron steps,
whitewashed walls and iron embrasures Ranking Us
on every side-and then, with instant's palise,
the harsh scrape Of the lock and the drawing OF the
bolt, stand before William Shallenberg a Hano-
verian, who on Sunday, a5th OF last September, on
Clark avenue, this city, :
sH0T WIFE ANNE
down like dog. lie made sure OF his yictim hold
ing the revolver close 70 face and when he was
certain the two bullets he had sent Into her head
had fulfilled their mission nc ran away like a cur.
look steadily at William ana he returns the gaze
unGlnchlngIy
"Here's friend who wants 10 speak with you
Shalenberg" tells the keeper.
remember he is to die, ana that too, within these
cruel walls, and just underneath the gallery tEerc
on the
EIGHTEENTH OF MAY
nc cxt, and refuse TO take the pronered STOOL Shall
lenberg insists, and the wife murderer puts down
upon the narrow bunk Lutheran Testament which
lie has been peruslng by the dim secondhand light
that struggles by sections through the bars OF his
cell door.
"How is your health, Williams ~ venture, as he
leaned wearily against his narrow bnnk.
'Not quite so well it first, sir" comes back
in quiet, soft, smooth tone, with but little or no
accent, and while he speaks try to trace anything
like that mental 1mbccty, that idocy, attributed to
the condemned man, but fail.
II guess dln
rs used to be IN the old stone yard, chipping and
cutting the blocks; don't take exercise enough.
This Is a narrow place, yon see.m
"les, quite narrow, Willlam.o
'But suppose it's the right place FOR me. didn't
know what deed l had done. but do now. Some
good men have come and told me; they have prayed
killed his wife. But she did wrong 10 me: she was
about getting married. Knew what she was before;
knew She had been bad. but was Wiling 10 forgive
her; and when we got back TO Cieveland, my work
stopping 1T oberin, she used 10 follow ME 70 the
street, and ask
WILLIAM, WHEN ARE
we to he married y Al last, one night, to
each other to be what live together and then
we 90 some new clothes. went TO minister's anc
But she did wrong TO me,' still harpcd the con.
demned man. Them - who keep the bad
houses make her go away from my home, stay all
day and come back at night. didut say much for
a white but got sravin' mad, until night called
bear IT, Anne; but she never stopped, ana at last
we Quarreed ana she wanted TO run away from me
ma, night and .9 oh L didn't know what Old, DID,
he sent MS wife, whom he had lived with before |
their marriage
As HIS MISTRESS,
to her final account. But he did not tell the whole
story. He did moi tell that his domestic relations
had been rather eccentric; tnat he obtained
divorcesfrom his first wife 10 live with the mnr-
dered woman. us first wife had SIX or seven
children. but that did not stop him, did he tell
OF his once being lined fifty dollars aud sent TO the
county jail on
CHARGE OF ADULTERY.
He said but little about his attempted escape after
the murdered woman lay in her blood gu the cold |.
ground; but perhaps It Is Just as well.
But now the culnity OF tnat September night has |
seemingly gone
y am prepared to ae,," ne continued Il know
whar did, and whether die In the short time be-
fore me or go to Columbus lthe penitcntiary) 1t
makes no direrence.r
'.And ohr'--and Snallenberg turned and whispered
rather vehements In my standing erect and eA
hibitlng for the first time something Ikea
wILBNEsS OF MANNER
'my wife, my Anne comes 10 me every night in
this cell since killed her and talks to wants me
to come with her. light shines around her, ana
this ls nice.v
The visits OF the spirit or his wife he has tena-
ciously chung to mis- sentence of death lie has
told fellow prisoners this seems to de-