St. Paul daily globe., 1889-07-18
BULOW ISAFATALIST.
The Murderer of Franklin
Eieh Says Let Her Go,
Gallagher.
His Last Night on Earth Is
Spent in Playing Seven
UP.
No Confession Will Be Made,
and He Will Die
Game.
Samples of Doggere1 Com
posed and Sold by the
Red-Handed Brute.


IF Rasicot, who will within twenty-four
hours stretch the neck of Albert BuloW
for as cOld-blooded a murder as ever
cOurted hemp, went to bed tonight with
no more concern than if he were to-
morrow about to attend a German pic
mic. He and Albert Bulow, the con-
demned, are the two coolest and most
uncOncerned men of Morrison county.
BuIoW is filled with the stubborn un-
concern of the German fatalist. Rasi-
cot is imbued with the consciousness
of an honest man doing his full duty to-
ward wretch who deserves no pity.
RasicOt is very popular, whole-souled
and imaginative man, who does
his duty in an intelligent, comprehensive
kind Of way, fearing no criticism and
asking no advice. He has had erected
plain, substantial and rough scaffold OF
his own design, and without style or eX-
penSe, and with the aid of a few more
men will, about o'clock Friday morn
ing. assist Bulow over the chasm. Bulow
is fatalist. Whatever is, is right with
him, and he looks upon death as upon
the unpleasant, but inevitable step to
oblivion. He
BELIEVES IN NO HEREAFTER
and listens to no clerical consolation.
Two preachers have labOred with and
abandoned him as hopeless, and on Fri
day morning, without pastor or prayer,
he will be launched into the oblivion he
expects. He is not dull, but is without
education. and his religious unbelief is
the natural result of ignorance, not
philosophy. But his great courage will
make the job an easy one for the sher-
iff. There will be no falterlng or fail
ing, and Bulow will face death with
cool, but not intelligent courage. To-
night before retiring he sang song at
the close of a game of seven-up, and
went merrily to bed. Within the past
few days he has composed and had
printed a seven-stanZa piece of poetry,
which he sells to visitors for Is cents.
The chorus is as follows:
My name is Albert Bulow;
That name I'll never deny.
] leave my aged parents,
In sorrow for to die.
Little did think,
When in my youthful bloom,
I'd be taken to the scaffold
To meet my fatal doom.
The first verse, which contains arelig-
lous sentiment inspired by the death
watch, a son of the sheriff. reads:
Come, all you tender Christians,
Wherever you may be,
And likewise pay attention
To these few lines you see.
For the murder of Franklin Eich,
/ am condemned to die
On the 10Th day OF July,
Upon the scatfold high.
After describing his flight to Vern-
dale, after the murder, the poem ends
with a moral in this strain:
Come, all young men, warning take from
And leave wild and sporting life; itleads
to misery,
Bad company first, then liquor came in time;
1t brought me down to the lowest. and to this
awful crime.
This poetry has been set to music, and
Bulow and his friends, aided by the
iailer's wife and the cook, make
Quartette which sang it with weird eff
feet. Bulow will die without making
confession. There was rumOr to the
effect that he would spring some
thing exciting at the last moment, but
it is mistake. He is desirous of keep
ing out of the papers, and no one be-
yond this immediate community will
know Of his crime and its awful pun
lSnlnenG. 1nlOugn Cne DdTS OF Ills
prison tonight he told GLoBN re-
porter that he would die in ignorance,
and requested that even his name be
kept out of print. His antecedents are
shrouded in profound mystery. 1t is
known that he came from Waupaca
county, Wisconsin, where he is wanted
for horse stealing, and it is believed
his father is in the Waupaca penitenti-
ary, but the rest is all guessWork, and
not a word will he reveal. The town
tonight is in a very excited state, and
tomorrow night few eyes will close un-
til the execution is over. Thirteen per-
sons in all will witness the execution,
under the provision of the John Day
Smith law, which law is very essentially
cursed by all concerned. There is some
thing weird and uncanny In hanging
man at dead of night something
suggestive of the Council of Ten and
the Bridge of sighs, and the sheriff is
the loudest in the condemnation of it.
In case of trouble, doubt of guilt or any
attempted rescue, the hour is devilish,
and would greatly aid, especially when,
as in this case, the execution will take
place in an impromptu inclosure out
Side of the Jail. There is not particle
of sympathy for the condemned, and
that he will receive his deserts is the
general sentiment,