The daily state chronicle. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 188?-1891, 1890-08-07
THAT MAN NEVER SUFFERED ONE
IOTA OF PAIN"

lllAA hAN NItN III SOEILllED ONE
IOTA OF PAIN"
IBy United Press.l
AUBURN, n, Y, Aug 6 With short,
sharp shock, painless so far as the world
will ever know, the soul of William
kemmler was
Separated from the Body
ut GAO o'clock this morning. A cap ad-
iustod to the head Of man bound cap
tive in strange looking chair, lever
quickly swung around the arc of semi
circle, quick convulsion, sudden re-
viyal Of muscular action, another turn
Of the lover, pause, room filled with
sickening fumes and twenty-seven wit
ugsses of the
First Eiectricide in History
knew that the death Of Tillie Ziegler had
been avenged in law, and the crime of
William kemmler eXpiated, SO far as hu-
man hands could force its expiation.
An execution IL always ghastly
sight.
\ lynching has about it an atten-
dant excitement, born of hurried, bois-
ferrous action, which lends an
Artificial Strength to the Nerves
of participants and onlookers alike.
But the slow solemnity of public exc
cution, the quiet, formal preparations
for a judicial killing are depressing
enough to weaken the nerves and un-
dermine the courage of the bravest.
At G:3S the doors at the right of the
execution chair leading toward the exc
cution room opened, and Warden Ours
tons figure appeared in the doorway.
Behind him walked spruce looking,
broad-shouldered little man, full
bearded, with carefully arranged hair
mastering around his forehead. He
was dressed in a suit Of new clothing, q
sack coat and vest of dark gray material,
trousers of mixed yellow pattern, and
white shirt, whose polished front was
exposed directly below little bow OF
lawn of black and white check pat
tern.
This was
william Kemmler,
The man who was about to undergo The
sentence of death. Behind him walked
DIR. w. e. Houghton and Chaplain
Yates. Kemmler was by far the
Coolest man in the Party.
He did not look about the room with
any special degree of interest. he hes
itated as the door was closed behind
him. and carefully locked by an attend
ant on the other side, as though he die
not know exactly what to do.
'.Give me a chair, will you?" said the
warden.s Some one quickly handed him
wooden chair which he placed in front
and little to the right of the execution
chair, facing the little circle of men
Kemmler set down composedly, looked
about him and then up and down
without any Evidence of Fear
or of especial interest in the event. His
face was not stolid; it was not indiffer
nnt He looked, if anything, as though
hc was rather pleased at being the centre
OF interest
Warden Durston stood at the left
of the chair, with his hand or
the back of it, and almost at the moment
that Kemmler took his seat, he
began to speak in short, quick periods.
"Now gentlemen" he said, "this is
William Kemmler. l have warned him
that
lie Has OOt W DlcS
and if he has anything to say he vii
say it,"
AS the warden finished Kemmler look
eel mp and said in highkeyed voice
without any hesitation, and as though
he had prepared himself with the speech
"Well,
IWish Every one Good Luck
in the world, and think | am going t(
u good place, and the papers nave peer
saying LOT of stuff that isn't SO. That's
all have to say"
With the conclusion of the speech ne
turned his back on the jury, took off bis
coat and handed it to the warden. This
disclosed the fact that a hole had been
cut from the band of the trousers down.
so as to expose the base OF the spine.
When his coat was off, Kemmler turn
cd turned in the direction OF the door
through which he had come into the
room and began to unbutton his vest.
At the same time the warden was draw.
ing the interfering drapery OF his shlr!
through the hole in the trousers ana
cutting it off, so as to leave the little