Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1883-05-16
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IS THE LEVEL REACHED?
Brady's Doom.
From the I ondon Telegraph.

There was rustic and movement In court a.
the jury rose from their seats and retired to
consider their verdict. Joe Brady was mercl-
fully taken away from the gaze Of the crowded
court to the downstairs apartment reserved for
prisoners, and the anxious and eager expecta-
ton Of all who witnessed this last terrible
scene could not prevent the haf-hour interval
while the jury were absent from being devoted
to hum and buzz of conversation throughout
the court. The judge had retreated to his own
private room behind the bench directly at the
conclusion of his charge. The jury went out at
III minutes past 3, and then came long and
weary time of expectation. The Crown counsel
were sitting anXiOusly waiting in their places as
the minutesrOHed on and still the Jurors came not
Could they have disagreed? Was there be-
lief In Miss Meaghers complete bona fides among
the occupants of the box? But all such sur
misses proved to be fallaciOus. From the door
at the back of the gallery the foreman of the
jury was seen descending. followed by his col
leagues. to take his place in the accustomed
seat Without a moments DELAY the Judge was
summoned, and the prisoner also was brought
up from below. He may have known from the
TACT OF the jury having returned that he was a
doomed man.; yet he braced himself up boldly
10 meet the sentence, and stood there, with
head erect. facing the court, as If he at least
would never say die. Very slowly the iury
passed Into their box, looking, every one OF
eHcih. P'.iC dE'i With the weight OF the
awful responsibility resting upon them As
their names were being called over Joe Brady
took several long breaths and threw his head up
and his chest out but that he too felt the mo-
ment an awful crisis was apparent from his
restless shifting Of position and the constant
tWitchlng of his face Then came the solemn
words: Are you agreed upon your verdict?
DO you find the prisoner, Joseph Brady guilty
or not guilty." In a scarcely audible voice the
foreman said the word Guilty" and the clerk
OF the Crown repeated 1t once more to make
sure.
Joe Brady was not overcome by the verdict.
The emotion he felt he managed to conceal as
Tar as was possible for any murderer lust con-
victed to do. He fell back on that tremendous
reserve OF strength of WILL resolution of pur-
pose ana stubborn pride and hatred which evil
IDENTITY belong to him. 1t is to be regretted that
Or. Webb chose to keep the unhappy wretch in
his misery longer than was necessary by the pro-
tracted legal argument on the Jurisdiction of
the court. which he interpolated at this moment.
Suffice it that the Judge quickly decided that
MS objections were groundless, and directed the
clerk to ask the usual formal question of the
prisoner whether he had any reason to aIiege
why sentence of death should not be passed
upon him. Joe Brady's reply was characteristic
OF the feroclOus nature Of the man. 81 am not
guilty" lie half Kissed, half shouted out with a
strong Irish accent, with voice husky with
passion: Il am not guilty of the Charge" he
shouted again. and savagely denounced what he
called the paid infOrmers," who had sworn
falsely against him. l can liken him to
nothing so much as a wild beast in his den.
Then he ceased. The Judge. leaning forward on
his chair, IN low, solemn voice proceeded to
say that the verdict was necessary and lust
one; that the murders had been most cruel and
most atr0ci0us. Once again the dauntIess oc-
cupant of the dock shouted ont that he was not
guilty; but the judge rejOined in solemn tones
that he felt it his duty to state that he perfectly
concurred in the justice OF the verdict. You
will follow your victims to the Tomb he said;
and placing on his head the emblem of doom, he
formally, amid profound silence, pronounced the
last dread sentence Of the law. AS the warders
motioned the convicted murderer to withdraw,
he gave kind of despairing gesture with his
head. scowled at the jury, and then, turning to
his counsel, said In voice of assumed cheerful
ness II thank you, DR.. Webb thank you,
MI Adams" A moment more and the face
which must have been the last into which the
eyes OF Lord Frederick Caveniish ever looked
had disappeared down the steps, and Judge.
jury, counsel and audience dispersed In different
directions from the court which had witnessed
the conclusion of tine first stage of the Phi oenix
Park murder trials.