The great West. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1889-18??, 1890-08-08

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den led the way finally into the death
chamber. Close behind him trod the man
he soon would kill. His hands swung at
his side easily save when as though in
some embarrassment, he stroked his brown
full beard and moustache as he confronted
the white, expectant faces of the twenty
five men who besides the warden,
WOULD SOON SEE HIM DIE.
Mr.. Durston placed plain wooden-bot-
toned chair directly in front Of the other
and different chair and babe Kelnmler sit
upon it. He obeyed readily. There was
no uneasiness about his movements. He
was apparently the most calm person in the
room.
The warden took place beside Kemmler,
and resting his arm over the prisoners
shoulder, on the chair back, the states Off
Ger presented the condemned man to those
present-introduced him, indeed, and this
is what he said:
have just read the warrant to him, and have
told him he has got to die; and ii has anything
to say he will say it.
With his feet wide apart upon the stone
floor, with hand upon either knee ell
bows akimbo, the simple fellow spoke:
"Well, L Wish everybody gOOO LUCK IN Cne
world,'' he said i'll easy. steady tones. :" and I'll
Saying lots of stuff about me that amt SOL
The prisoner glanced over his shoulder
as he ceased speaking, and Mr.. Durston
came to his side.
Take off your coat, Bill" said he.
There was no word, but with easy, steady
joints he pulled off one sleeve and then
swung off the garment to the chair from
which he had risen. The warden stood be-
hind him, drew forth the bottom of his
shirt and cut it off behind so as
TO PERMIT EASY ADJUSTMENT
of one of the electrodes. Meanwhile
Kemmler readjusted his necktie, which
was already neatly fixed in bow-knot.
care your suspenders all right?" asked
the warden as he laid down the shears he'd
used
'Yes, all right" was the answer.
"Well, then, Bill. you'd best sit down
here" said the warden.
"Take it cool, Bill, Pm going to
stay close beside you all the while till the
end," said the warden. Then he buckled a
strap at one shoulder.
IT will, I'll take it cool, returned Kemm-
Ter. And then with his elbows upon the
great arms of the chair he drew himself
firmly back on the seat so that the electrode
pressed him hard at the base of the spine.
Two others were working at the straps,
first the arms then the chest, waist, hips,
legs and lastly the leather mask. There
was some fumbling in nervous haste and
the doomed man observing 1t, spoke:
''Takeyour time, "he said, take your time, :"
and will he spoke he held high his arms
to make easy the binding Of the chest
Then, as the insulated neck saddle was be-
ing placed he suggested that if pressed for
ward as it was being adjusted it would be
more easy Tor him.
Cali ri ght Bill, all right" returned the
warden, and his voice was trife unsteady,
'it won't hurt you, Bill, it won't hurt you
at ALL" he added.
'"Take your time, Mr.. Durston; don't be
in hurry" the prisoner said again in re-
Spouse. And then he added, as the dang
ling mask was being shaped for adjustment:
"Well, 1 wish everybody good luck"
THE MASK COVERED HIS EYES,
grasped his chin and firmly pressed his
forehead. 1t was not well fitted, Kemmler
said, and spoke to direct its proper adjust
ment.
DO everything right. Mr.. Durston, !" sail
he, land push that down more on top of
my head" He referred to the electrode
which was being fitted to the top of h,s
head: It was done seeming zen 1Y to push his
the the edge was buried in the skin Of the nose
and 4 %ol m0fs hs spoke and
hsA be best Ms ast do any bsr aa than
God bless YOU, Kemmler, you have done
ssd Pr 5 s'1s e e
manv "a EYES snu and husky voices muttered.
"You have, Kemmler, you have"
Every strap had been frightened. each
electrode had been pressed es to the seat Of
there was hush. The warden inquired Of
Doctors Macdonald and Spitzka how long
the current should be maintained In
Kemmler's body. The first response was