The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-09-21

Wall street has never had but one jay
Gould, a selfish, grasping man, blind to all
else but money making, good friend while
he can use you, an unrelenting enemy if
you displease him; a man of implacable
hatred, he neither bends nor breaks; he
never forgives or forgets; his will is of
iron, very Bismarck of finance patiently
waiting for the opportune hour to strike at
his enemies or those who have displeased
him and then in the twinkling of an eve
comes the death blow,
There is now, at this very hour, half
dozen men in Wall street almost suffering
for food. Men rich and powerful in their
DAY, who were crushed by Gould. One was
broker for the Wall street wizard He
made a fortune, and sailed away in his
yacht. without bldling Gould goodbye or
offering to aid him with the money Gould
had helped him TO make. for at that hour
Gould was himself Sorely pressed, and had
asked his broker TO assist him. Instead he
sailed away TO the Mediterranean. Gould
got through his troubles somehow, ana a
year elapsed before the'broker appeared on
the street. Gould said nothing. He
waited.
Presently the broker began to speculate
Then one day friend of Gould's gave him
q tip" He put large portion of his for
tune on it, and in a trice it was swept away
and beyond the wreck was seen the grin
ming face of Gould H. was getting even.
ane remainder of the fortune went the
came way, and in year the broker was
perniless. Every enterprise that he en-
gagged in failed. Gould never lost sight of
him, and during the past ten years when
fortune has again seemed to be within his
grasp, the pursuit has never been given up
To-day the broker is a wreck, and his
wretched family is in actual want
This is only one case. There are others.
but / shall not burden you with their re-
cital. for you may think am man with a
grievance, when as matter of fact never
saw Gould but once in my life.
HOW IT FEELS TO SENTENCE A MAN TO BE
HANGED.
This man with the calm, cold, asce:ic
face, firm mouth, massive forehead. who
walks along the street with a pig black
cigar in his mouth, is Recorder Smyth. He
throws his shoulders well forward as he
walks, and his hands are clasped at his
back.
81 have always had curiosity" 1 said
TO him, ito know the feel 'pg that comes
over Judge when he sits calmly on the
bench, calls up before him a fellow being
and sentences him either to twenty years.
Imprisonment. or to be hanged.'
"Well, my boy,'' says the recorder, in a
clear voice, 1.-THE feeling is awful Its in
OeScrlDaDIe. Inc nrSt time sentenced a
man to be hanged, was so nervous that
thought | should break down. Yet. l
knew the fellow was guilty. The crime
was extremely brutal. The evidence was
conclusive.
"He was defended by good lawyers,
there We're 10 extenuating circumstances,
the jury was unanimous. / made a pri-
vate investigation for myself: the
murderer was low, coarse fellow, whose
whole bearing was one CT bravado through
out the trial, and yet / was sorry to make
the law take his life. Finally the
day of sentence came, the court
room was thronged, the convicted
murderer and his keepers stood before
me. AS took my seat on the bench the
quietness of the moment awed me. There
was no noise but the singing of some birds
in the caves of the old courthouse, the room
was ablaze with the mellow light of June
sun The clerk arose; asked the prisoner
If he had anything to say why sentence
should not be pronounced upon him. The
fellow made no reply. Then / began to pass
sentence. My tongue seemed TO cleave to
the roof of my mouth my limbs shook as if
nalsied, my teeth chartered. flashes of cold