Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1883-01-11

ing they bound their lives together, We'd
nesday morning the fair young wife lies in
the morgue dead, terribly bruised and
burned, and at the Plankinton house writh-
ing i'll agony, lies the husband, but step
from deaths door. It is not thought pos
sible that he can be saved. Last night
the young couple, in company with others,
sat in Manager Marsh's Office at the Opera
house after the play until midnight. talking
about the European trip they were to take
in May with the company, and of the hap
piness before them. The horrible change
of few hours it seems impossible to
realize. Mrs. Gilbert's mother arrived on
the first train from Chicago. Mr.. Gilbert
was one of the most talented comedians on
the boards, and would have made name
known throughout the world in his line.
OF course "My Sweetheart company i'm
mediately announced that their adver-
tised performances to-day would be
abandoned. The company is doing all
possible for Gilbert's relief, but no hope
is felt that he can be saved. John Gil
bert's real name was John Demming. His
wife's name was Sutton.
Mr.. and Mrs. VIM. E. Cramer occupied
rooms on the second floor, corner of
Broadway and Michigan streets near the
stairway and elevator. They escaped with
their lives, but are both severely burned,
but not dangerously. They had no time
to even grasp their clothing, but ran down
3D. 40 y, itnr11a
night clothes and bare feet. Here they met
young John Antisdel in his night clothes,
where with great presence of mind and
GOODNESS he was assisting the guests to
escape and furnishing them with
BED BLANKETS FOR COVERING,
diately descended to the sidewalk,
and were the first to reach it
from the burning house. Strangely enough,
during tie past week Mr.. Cramer has said
every evening while listening to the read
ing of the daily accounts of fires, that he
had become strangely apprehensive that he
would soon suffer from fire. He asked to
have his insurance policies examined, and
repeatedly said he was afraid something
was about to happen. Only yesterday,
while speaking of the fire in the Friend
brothers establishment, this presentiment
of Mr.. Cramer's was related to Mr.. Aiken,
his partner, who repeated that Mr.. Cramer
had also spoken to him about fire within a
day or two. In 1856, before the Newhall
house was finished, Mr.. Cramer engaged
since has been steady occupant of them.
Although suffering intensely, he has not
yet uttered groan or word of complaint.
His tortures frequently cause him to shake
like an aspen leaf, but he lies like Ro-
man, frequently inquiring after the fate
of other occupants of the house, but not
once referring to his own condition.
1t has been several times reported that
T. B. Elliott, of the firm of Jenkins, Elliott
& Winkler, was dead, but at this writing he
is not only alive, but seems to have
INCREASED HIS CHANCES OF RECOVERY,
though this is regarded as by no means
certain by the physicians. He has spok-
ca once or twice, asking
for water, since he was first
injured. Soon after recovering from the
shock he said he heard the alarm of fire,
but, of course, not thinking it was rung for
the Newhall house, dozed off into half
slumber, from which he was aroused by
dense clouds of heated smoke. He started
at once for a window, and jumped from
the third floor to the street. His frame
was so thoroughly broken and lacerated
that it was generally supposed he was
dead. Signs of life appearing ne was taken
to the Kirby house, where he now lies in
the care of DR.. "A. Gray. His lungs were
badly burned one arm was broken, two
ribs badly fractured, one leg broken, and
his head seriously cut, in addition to which
he received other cuts and bruises, and
suffers from the effects of the heavy sho ok.
The most
HEART-RBNDING AND AWFUL SCENE
connected with the whole affair, was when
Miss Libbie Chillis appeared at one of the
windows. She was on the fourth floor,
and being lame could not make her escape
through the building. She dragged her
self to the window, and kneeling down as
if in prayer, remained there in plain sight
of all, writhing in agony, the flames lap
ping her clothing and actually
ROASTING HEB ALIVE.
the fresh air at the window keeping her
from suffocatlng until she was burned to
death She clung to the window sill, and
when the wall fell she fell with
it. Some of the Sc rvant girls, thinking
they could cling to the outer walls and thus
escape for time at least, the unutterable
torture of roasting alive, or that they could
in some manner Chamber down the side of
the building,
SWING THEMSELVES OUT OF THE WINDOWS,
only to drop instantly to the stone paving
of the alley below,where every one of them
was shockingly mangled, lacerated and
crushed. At one time nine of these torn and
bleeding corpses, some of them blackened
and shrivelled by the flames, and all of
them devoid of clothing, lay upon one an
other and in various sickening shapes in
the alley. 1t was such a sight as no
one in this city ever saw before or wishes
ever to behold again. 1t was horrible
terrible beyond all description and beyond