The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1883-04-30
INDIANAPOLIS, MONDAY MORNING, APRIL 3d. 1888.

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 fact
of the jury having returned that he was a
doomed man; yet he braced himself up boldly
to meet the sentence, and stood there, with
head erect facing the court, as if he, at least
would never say die.
Very slowly the jury passed into their box
looking, every one of them, pale and bur-
dened with the weight of the awful respon-
slbility resting upon them. AS their names
were being called over, Joe Brady took sew
eral long breaths and threw his head up and
his chest out; but that ne, too, felt the mo-
ment an awful crisis was apparent from his
restless shifting of position and the con-
slant twitching of his face. Then came
the solemn words, "Are you agreed upon
your verdict? Do you find the pris-
oner, Joseph Brady, guilty or not guilty?'
In scarcely audible voice tine foreman said
the word guilty" ana the clerk of the
crown repeated it once more to make sure.
Joe Brady was not overcome by the verdict.
The emotion he felt he managed to conceal
as far as it was possible for any murderer
just convicted to do. He fell back on that
tremendous reserve of strength of will, reso-
luton OF purpose and stubborn pride and
hatred which evidently belong to him. 1t is
to be regretted that DR.. Webb chose to keep
the unhappy wretch in his misery longer
argument on the jurisdiction of the court
which he interpoated at this moment. Suf-
nee It that the Judge quickly decided that
his objections were groundless, and directed
the clerk to ask the usual formal question
of the prisoner, whether he had any reason
to allege why sentence of death should not
be passed upon him.
Joe Brady's reply was characteristic of the
ferocious nature of the man. II am not
guilty" he half Missed, half shouted out,
with strong Irish accent and with voice
husky with passion; II am not guilty of the
charge" he shouted again. and savagelv de-
nounced what he called the paid inform
ers," 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 a low.
solemn voice, proceeded to say that the YER
dict was necessary and just one; that the
murders had been most cruel and most
atrocious. Once again the dauntless occu-
pant of the dock shouted out 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 mo-
toned the convicted murderer to withdraw,
he gave kind of despairing gesture with
his head. scrowled at the jury, and then turn
ing to his counsel said in voice of assumed
cheerfulness, Il thank you, Dr. Webb 1
thank you, Mr. Adams" A moment more
and the face which must have been the last
into which the eyes of Lord Frederick Caven-
dish 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
the first stage of the Phoenix Park murder
trials,