St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-12-30

nor how The Jurymen stood at the start.
1t is sufficient to say that before we left
the jury room we all felt that the pris-
cner Was guilty, and that he must die
for his crime. l am very glad the siege
is over. 1t was hard task"
G. f. Reid, who is travelling sales
man, Was in contented frame of mind
as he smoked his attcr-dinner cigar, and
talked of his experience Oh the jury.
ut was serious case we were to de-
eide" he said, but we managed to en-
joy ourselves fairly we'll, and generally
had considerable sport after the ad-
Journment of court. Our meals were
well served, and were all that could he
desired, and, while the confinement was
hard OH US, still l can't complain. AS
to our ballotlng on the verdict, | can't
talk. The fact that we were out So short
time ought to be enough to show that
there was not any wide difference of
opinion. The evidence was such that
the only thing we could do was to con-
vict the man, and fix his punishment at
death. | feel that we have done our
duty, and am much relieved that it is
! all over" Everything was desolate at
the
HOME OFsAIRS. PRENDERGAST,
| the gray-haired mother of the con-
demned assassin. The little one-story-
andattic house on Jane street is in an
! Out-of-the-way corner of the extreme
| northwestern e2d of the city, away out
Milwaukee avenue, near where the
lamp posts end and the bare unbroken
prairie stretches away for miles. 1t is a
historic bu, forlorn-looking neighbor-
hood, dismally suggestive of another
tragic happening that arrested world
wide attention. Strange as the coinci-
dence may appear, the home of Prem
dergast'S mother, the house where the
miserable fellows carcass will probably
| be brought after his execution, is but a
few squares distant from the habitation
| of Mrs. Spies, the mother of August
| Spies, the anarchist. Right into this
| Identical district was where the corpse
! of Spies, with the purple mark Of the
hangman'S rope about the neck, was
brought to heart-hroken, gray-haired
F, mother to be returned to earth.
This afternoon, before news of the
i verdict of death was known in the VI
| cinlty, black-gowned, aged woman
| walked slowly up Jane street from the
cable cars. 1t was Mrs. Prendergast,
! and the neighborS, who knew her we'll,
noticed that she
| SEEMED MORE DOWNCAsT
4! than usual. No one spoke to her. and
she spoke to no one, but silently disap-
! peared III her poor little cottage, from
which no amount of knocking would
bring her to the door. Later her elder
/ son, respected young mechanic, hur-
riedly entered the house, and afterward
as hurriedly, and almost unobserved.
I departed. the neighbors said, to his
| nightly toll for railroad corporation
! near by. No cheerful lights appeared
in the windows as the night came on,
! and the street was deserted save for
| some yelping dogs and an occasional
knot OF people, who-unconscious of an
| agonized mother, doubtless praying to
| God for mercy on her mercilesS, ms
! guided offspIing-halted In front of the
| corner store windows to read the start
! ling headlines i'll the newspaper extras,
i death for the Assassin" Invariably
| the comment on the headlines was. lit
orally or i'll substance, ''Serves him
right"
In an interview tonight ATTORNEY
Trude said: The conviction OF this
man will, in my opinion. operate as
/ deterrent against the commission of
| like crimes by
NOToRIETY-LoVINGC CRANKs.
"To illustate: When Oxford fired the
shot at Queen Victoria, and was acuuit-
ted on the ground Of insanity, an army
of imitators appeared. and England
| reyeled in saturnalis of blood which