Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1884-04-18
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Il is we'll known that great as was
Dore's reputation France, il was inn
measurably greater in England, where
his smallest works pere eagerly sought
after, and his larger pictures were per-
nalently exhibited. He was therefor
naturally very fond Of England, and
frequently visited London for length
fned periods, occupying always the same
rooms at the Langham hotel. One
morning, in the year 1876, one Of the
walters informed him that stranger
was waiting to see him. He would not
give his name, but begged to assure the
painter that he would not regret
granting the desired interview. Dore
thereupon ordered his visitor to be
shown in, when small gentlema n, With
somewhat disordered hair, 8 bristlv
mustache, greenish eyes, and a face won
derfully like that of cat, bowed him
self into the room. "Sir," he began,
Il am a great admirer of your talent.
and I am very DESTROYS Of obtaining
from you a drawing representing me in
the act Of performing my official duties.
I only. ask for few strokes of your
pencil, and I am willing to pay you: ESQ
for them. with great pleasure" re-
piled the artist; whom may I have the
pleasure of addressing?" The other
answered, with an ali. of conscious pride,
II am Mr.. Marwood, her Majesty s
hangman." Dore's first movement was
one of scarcely concealed disgust; but
his curiosity to follow the-matter furth-
or got the upper hand, and he assured
his strange visitor that he was at his
disposal. TN that case" replied
Marwood, "come and see me
tomorrow I am going to hang
Henry Wainwright, the man who
cut woman in pieces at Whitechapel,
and whose condemnation you probably
read in the papers," A meeting was
arranged for the following morning, and
with hearty shake Of the hands they
separated. Dore was punctual to his
appointment, and when all was over re-
turned wildly impressed by the terrible
spectacle he had witnessed. He
fastened to transfer the scene to paper
while the impression was still in his
memory, and set to work to sketch,
with all his well-known nerve and pow
er, the prison-yard, in the pale light
of early morning, with the fatal shed,
within which was perceived the cord
and running moose awaiting its victim-
From side door the grim procession
was seen approaching; at it's head Mar
wood, drawn up to the full height of his
diminutive stature, his eyes lighted up
by an almost satanic glare, and carrying
number Of straps behind him, a warder
with the cap used to conceal the distor-
ted features Of the unhappy man at the
last moment. Then, supported by the
clergyman, followed the condemned
man, deathly pale, with drawn and bag
gard features, walking mechanically to
his doom. In the background were the
high walls of the prison, throwing their
dark shadows on the ground. The en-
, tire scene, in fact, was portrayed with a
vivid reality impossible to. describe.
Marwood; on coming for his sketch the
next day, was delighted beyond measure
with the artists work, and promptly
drew out from his pocket the stipulated
price. Dore, however, would not accept
any money from him, and begged him to
forward the amount to the French Hos
pital. '*