The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, D.T. [N.D.]) 1873-1875, 1875-07-28
ssoz xxi BISMARCK, D. T, WEDNESDAY. JULY, 2s 1876.

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partial jury ensued. Nothing in your
behalf was left undone, and verdict Of
guilty, as charged in the indictment, of
Of murder in the first degree, was re-
turned into court. You are now at the
barof the court for sentence. Have you
| anything to say for your life; anything
to say why you should not be hanged
BY the neck until dead, that your crime
may be punished and the law vindicated
and enforced? 7
Stears-Nothing. Except request
that ; ou give me all the time you can.
With the verdict of the jury l am con-.
tent. It is the inevitable, unavoidable
result of the evidence in the case. Franz
Warl is dead, and you, with delibera-
ton and malice, helped to kill him. Be-
lieving thus beyond a doubt, go for.
ward unfalteringly to my duty. If life
to you is sweet, and you look forward
with terror and alarm to the dread hour
when it shall be taken from you, you
must remember the kind, unoffending
old man whom you so savagely murder
ed; remember that to him the pleasures
of living an honest, useful life, serving
and obeying the commands Of the God
whom he loved, brought with it joy and
bliss unspeakable remember that he
was an honest man; that he earned his
bread by the sweat of his brow; that he
feared not to labor, and had, by his in
dustry and toll accumulated little for
tune for those he loved; that he tres.
passed not on the rights Of his fellow
men, and least of all had never injured
you; remember that he had friends far
away who even now are looking for his
return to the old home after a long alb
sence in a foreign land; perhaps his
children are there, fondly waiting to
embrace and to bless him; perhaps the
wife of his youth and his love, is still
clinging to the hope that soon she will
see the father of her children and the
husband of her heart, and remembering
all this, behold the ruin your bloody
hand has wrought! Franz Warl
is dead. He to whom the Almighty
Lord gave an immortal soul, and hab-
|ltation and dwelling place upon this
earth Of His, you have brutally and
wickedly murdered for his gold. The
hills and valleys that surround the hum
BILE home of your victim will never again
echo to the sound of his manly voice.
The two agonizing cries that he uttered,
when you with the fatal slung shot
fractured his skull, were his last. The
smoke curling from his cabin will no
longer admonish the~passer by that he
lives. No more will he bring upon the
streets the products of his toll. He is
dead, and you killed him. This life, so
precious, so priceless, so sacred, given
and bestowed as the bounty of Love and
Omnipotence, to fulfill the designs of a
kind Providence, you, lost to every feel
ing of humanity, disregarding every
dictate of right. reason and Justice
dead to every impulse of kindness, mer-
cy and honesty, and actuated only by
I your fiendish love Of money, have saw
agely destroyed, and even now the blood
ofyour victim is dripping from your un-
holy hands. aH .gs.G ~ug
For this crime you must die. Human
life is not secure and safe while you live.
You have forfeited your right to life and
must suffer the penalty that wise and
just law afixes to your crime. And it is
better thus. The remembrance Of your
crime would render all your future life
La living agony, where the pricks and
stipgs Of An upbraiding conscience would
| be the gnawing Of the worm that never
dies. With this terrible burden resting
| on your soul, haunting the hours when
you wake and when you sleep. polluting
the very air you breathe, burdening ev-
cry breath, giving you not moments
peace or rest, rendering every joy des-
olation, listening eyer to the pitiful cry
Of your victim, hearing it ever in the
| lieht Of day and darkness Of night, be-
| ing reminded Of it by every sound, ,hear-
ling il in the air when all else was still
land as each recurring day brought with
lit the hour when the fatal deed was
done, recalling more vividly than ever
| the form and the pleading features OF
him you so wickedly murdered, you
would soon welcome death as happy
deliverance from the terrors Of life
that could no longer be endured. There
is no rest for the wicked there is no
peace for the murderer. If the law fails
/ to administer justice for the crime, the
criminal himself will be his own execu-
TONER. Self destruction is often the 81.
lent confession of murder. And SO I'll