The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1893-03-21

around tho dark grim building OF the
court OF general sessions as there was
this morning, Carlyle W. Harris, after
having exhausted every possible means
to escape the penalty for the murder OF
his wife, was to be finally resentenced
by Recorder smyth. Interest in the
case has been phenomenal, The court
room was crowded before 10 o'clock.
A little before 10 o'clock q side door
down at the Tombs four blocks away
from the thropg about the court house
was opened. Aslender young man with
pointed, close trimmed beard stepped
forth, one wrist shackled to the wrist
OF deputy sheriff. The young man
was Harris on his way to be resentenced.
His skin was sallow, his eyes large and
sunken and under them deep blue
rings.
Arriving at the, court Harris sat
down in a remote corner, closely
guarded by the deputy sherifls.
Despite the hurried trip from the
Tombs Harris was very pale and sank
back in his chair as ii utterly exhaust
ed. At sharp ten o'clock Recorder
Smyth took the bench. There was
rustic OF expectancy among the spota-
tors. And silence, 80 deep that every
sound outside could be distinctly
heard the recorder wheeled about in
his chair until he faced the prisoner
and Immediately called: Carlyle Har-
ris to tho bar"
Harris arose with q start and walked
unsteadily through the rows OF specta'
tors up to the rail.
District Attorney Nicoll, in a low
voice, made the usual motion that SEN
tehee be passed.
There was silenco for moment
when the district attorney sat down.
The recorder somewhat huskily said:
"Carlyle W. Harris, have you any
thing to say why the sentence Of the
court should not be passed up IN you?"
HARRIS SPEAKS.
Harris leaned both hands on the rail,
bent forward and began to speak in
tones SO low that the deputies who stood
close beside him ON either side could
not hear what he said, and leaned their
heads to catch the words.
There was slight buzz OF whispering
among tho spectators. Recorder Smyth's
voice again was lifted. This time harsh
and commanding. Heinterrupted Har-
ris: "Let every whisper cease" he
thundered. "The man or woman who
speaks or whispers will be elected.
This is too solemn matter for idle
chatter"
The court room was again as quiet as
possible, and human fate seemed hung
heavy on the air, Harris began again.
The scene was dramatic in The ex'
trome. Harris leaned his left hand on
the rail and slightly swayed as he spoke.
With effective gestures he waved his
right arm, but although the spectators
kept absolutely quiet, not one could
catch syllable Of what the prisoner
was saying for just five minutes that he
talked.
Judge Martin, who sat in the bench,
alongside OF Recorder Smyth, although
he leaned back in his chair negligently,
he never once took his eyes off Harris.
Tho recorder'a attitude was marked
by every ono. He sat bolt upright at
times. even leaned forward, and with
his loft hand behind his cur seemed to
be striving to hear what Harris said.
He looked straight into Harria's eye,
District Attorney Nicoll was surround
cd by his staff OF assistants.
Superintendent OF Police Byrnes was
amarked figure, He stood within the
rail, and like every one else listened
with strained attention.
A DRAMATIC scRNE
Mrs, Harris, the prisoners mother,
was not to bo seen. 1t was said that
she had been persuaded by herson him
self to stay away. Ho feared that the
scene would be too much for her,
Among tho spectators was Mr.. Potts,
the father OF the girl whom Harris mar
ried, and ia convicted Of having mur.
dered. Harris was evidently very weak.
He swayed backward and forward as lio
spoke and at times seemed to save him
self from failure by clutching con.
vulsively at the rail, After the first
ten minutes he grew stronger and his
voice could be heard by those In hisim'
mediate vicinity.
Tho Grst time that Harris accents
rang out strong and clear was when he
spoke Of Dlworth Choate. With asud.
denness that startled everyone camo tho
words: "Thero is one man for whom l
have been looking around this court
room. ] do not see him. Ho is Dill
worth Choate, Dilworth Choate." He
repeated the nana with such intense
BCorn and bitterness that shuddcr run
around the court room.
"Dilworth ChOate," continued Harris,
"Dllworth Choatc, sneak and perjuror.
Newspaper outcast-the district attor.
ney's tool"
Harris continued to excoriOte Choatc,
but his voice fell. The young jail.
beached prisoners vitality was at low
ebb. II was this way all through
Harris most remarkable speech. For
moments AZ timo his voice was 80 low
that no one could hear him and then
ho would. burst forth with some
dramatic explanation thnt penetrated
TO tile furthoat recess Of tho court room,
A big bundle Of notes lay OH tho table
10 Harris right In front oil Lawyer
Howe. Harris occasionally turned and
referred To them. There was drama.
tlc moment after Harris had spoken Of
tho affidavit OF Juror Mason that llo (tho
Juror would have giyon q different YER
dict VI tho evidence presented by tho
recent allidavita had been before him at
the time OF the trial., Harris turned to
Mf, Howe, his council, aud bending
stiahliy toward him said In low but dis.
tliiCt tonosi ''Don't flo that affidavit
with tho county clork, Mr.. Howe. Lay
iLin my conin."
There wOro wOtOyOs then In tho court