The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1873-03-22

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and handle the rope chuck on it and measure 1t to
his own carr
"Did he do 1t because he was poor, and wanted
the MONEYS"
"Ohl Isaacs, guess, is tolerably comfortable
He didn't want the money bad but he took pride
in the job, and looked on himself as kind Of pro-
fessional"
CIGAR SMOKE BEGAN TO PREVAIL
once more in the atmosphere, and the deputies
took good look again into the cell and listened
for the sound Of the sleeper's breathing.
~ wonder how that poor woman, Mrs. Foster,
is" said the inquisitive man with the imperial
'PO0r woman wonder,n said Orr. She Ia q
model woman, she is l was alarmed little to-
night for fear she'd faint in the yard goin' cut ;
but then she was nothing like 80 bad tonight as
she was Wednesday night. Tonight she gave vent
to her feelings, but on Wednesday night she
smothered all her grief and 1t was too much.
She swooned right away, poor lady, and was
frightened. She became as cold as q stone,
almost, and we had to bring her up to the stove
and wrap her in blankets to bring her round
again. l hope she and her little snes will fare
Wel WtcTtCOIuS. rOSVcIS IaLner beeiuS 10 DC D
kind sort Of man and he told me that she and her
children shouldn't want for anything, and have
| faith In him that he will keep his word. God
knows she has surered terribly, though innocent,
for her husband, and the Foster family think more
OF her now than ever; and they ought to, too for
she is as noble woman as ever breathed."
"YOUR RECOLLECTIONs OF CRIME
must be remarkably varied,n said the curious
stranger.
"Oh, yes" replied Orr, as he ,jinged the great
keys together my first recollection Of this sort Of
thing is, when was q little boy, seeing Rose
Butler taken up Broadway in a cart to be executed
somewhere about Broadway and Twenty third
street think. She had fred q house and some
body was burned to death. That's as far back as
remember. Another execution remember hear
ing about was Of o mani forget his name-who
kept boarding house in Fletcher street think.
He killed man and dragged his body through
Gouverneur street and flung 1t into the river. sus-
picion pointed to him, and when they found the
body they took 1t into City Hall square and brought
the suspected man up and made HIM touch It, He
tainted right away. They had some story that II
THE GUILTY MAN TOUCHED THE CORPSE
blood would flow from the wounds again, or he
would faint away, or something OF that sort, and
he die. Well, he confessed to 1t, and they hung
him. But must 60 and take look around"
And the old keeper walked quietly out into the
Jail yard.
twas now four O'Clock and the sky was cleared
of cloud. and the moon was pouring food Of light
upon the city The great half disc Of blazing silver
set In azure streamed It's bright beams aslant the
walls and tipped with its pale glory the beams and
planks Of the spectre scafold The milkmen's
wagons ratified up and down the streets without
and the increasing noises Of the great city told that
the vast world was
SHAKING OFF IT'S sLUMBER.
But the cuprt slept soundly the sleep that was the
counterfeit presentment" Of the great slumber
that was 80 soon to enveIop him.
Another hour passed, and the street car bells
jngled merry in the crisp. frosty air, but all was
calm and still inside the walls. Daylight stole
noselessly In, but noisy humanity was astir. and
the rumble of life told plainly that the fated morn
ing was coming up to peer with flushed face DER
the verge OF the SHINING world.
| Six O'Clock came.
without, the dawn was banching on the cold
| granite walls. Morning was breaking from a
troubled, clouded sky. The air was chill and circled
mournfuy around the hooks and crannies
Of the prison yard. Standing by the
| double door, the entrance to the male
| prison, skyward or earthward the same cold,
neutraltinted gray prevailed. 1t was truly cheer
| less ana unsuggeSt1ve OF single gleam OF hope.
Still the doomed man slept, as the day grew raw
and gray. The place was very still. To the right
THE SKELETON OF THE GALLows
| showed against the wall Of the female department
Of the prison. The scene within, with all its night
and shadows, was preferable to the heartess light
without. The cold caught the fingers that grasped
the door, Turning to the left and quietly reaching
the rectange that led to the jaer's ONCE the only
! sound that fell upon the ear was the whirr OF
| the pigeons that nest within the Tombs.
| In the ONCE all was quiet. The
jaer seemed in . brown study, for he
mechanically jingled and fingered his great brass
| keys as he sat there. The outer door was still
heavily locked and the feeling grew that 1t would
be blessing to 60 outside and gulp one draugh,
OF morning air that had touched something OF life
| To sit there and count the tickings OF the clock
| was painful in the extreme
| SIX O'CLOCK
| rung from the bells Of st. Johns, and already tn,
| active world that wanted to know OF FOSTER
| doom had sent its news gatherers to the door.
| couple Of reporters stood outside. As the clocl
struck one OF them tapped at the wicket Their,
| was third person there an old man, who wa
asking one of them to arrest him. He was ruined
he said,
| RUINED BY RUN,
and wanted to be put somewhere that rum coult