Connecticut western news., 1890-08-13


 way, as Kemmler thought. "Oh, you'd better press that down further, guess," he said. "Press that down." The warden followed his instruct ons and pressed it down more securely. Then Kemmler broke out in another spasmodic remark: "Well, I want to do the best can," he said. II can't do any better than that"
 The Last Good-by.
 As he spoke Dr. Fell, with long can in his hand, was wettfng the sponges at the two electrodes. A little group of doctors stood about the chair. Kemmler was pin toned SO close that he could hardly have moved muscle except those of his mouth The Warden took last look at the straps. "This is all right" he said.
 "All right" said Dr. Spitzka, and then he bent over and said, "God bless you, Kemmler."
 ''Thank you," said the little man, quietly.
 Ready? Goodby," said the warden to Kemmler There was no. response The warden stepped to the door leading into the next room. It was then forty-three and one-haf minutes past o'clock by the prison clock. Everything is ready" said the warden to some one hidden from view in the next room.
 The Deadly Answer.
 The answer came like flash in the sud den convulsion that went over the frame in the chair. If it seemed rigid before under the influence of the straps, it was doubly so now as it strained against them. The seconds ticked off Dr. Mcdonald, who was holding the stop watch, said
 Stop" The warden stepped to the door of the next room and repeated the word. As the syllable passed his lips the forehead of the man in the chair grew dark in color, while his nose, or so much of it as was ex- posed, appeared dark red. The witnesses drew nearer to the chair "He's dead," said Spitzka, authorita- | lively. "You will notice the post-mortem appearance of the nose immediately. There is that remarkable change which cannot be mistaken for anything else, that re- markable appearance of the nose." Signs of Life. The other doctors nodded assent. They looked at the body critically for few min utes and then Spitzka said: "Oh, undo that now. The body can be taken to the hos pitol." It was while this businesslike conversation was going on that Dr. Balch made discovery. Mcdonald" he cried, Mcdonald, look at that rupture" He pointed at an abrasion of the skin on Keinmler's right thumb In the contrac-
  against it and removed the skin, and from | that little wound blood was howing-an | almost certain indication of life. A low cry of horror went through the assemblage. ''The Man Is Not DeadH Turn on the current" excitedly cried l Dr. Spitzka. ''This man is not dead" The crowd fell back from the chair as though | they were in danger. The warden sprang to the closed door and pounded on it with | his hand
 Start the currentp he cried. As he l spoke fluid began to drop from Kemm- | ler's mouth and to run down his beard, a | grooming sound came from his lips, re- peated and growing louder each time. The man was coming to life. The spectators grew faint and sick. Men who had stood l over dead and dying men and had cut men to pieces without an emotion grew pale and | turned their heads away. One witness was | forced to lie down while one of the doctors | famed him. But the end came at last | There was another convuls1on of the body, and again it became rigid with the rigidity | of iron.
 The Body Burned. "That man wasn't dead" cried Spitzka excitedly As he spoke the body twitched again. The electrician had given the cur rent new attenuation, and now 1000 volts were playing in short, successive shocks | down Kemmler's spine. The sound ceased | with the first convulsion. "Keep it on now until he's killed" said | one of the doctors.
 The body twitched again, and again was rigid.
 "Keep it on! Keep it onp' cried Warden | Durston through the door. Silence reigned | for a moment. A bell without began to toll solemnly. It ceased, and again there was silence. Then from the chair came a sizzltng sound, as of meat cooking on . 1en. Following it immsdtaesly brxlt q