Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-11
Scenes on the Scafold at Hayward's
Execution.
4 GAMBLERS PHRASE ON His LIPS
INDUCED in an Incoherent, Ram
bling Talk.
IN THE D1MLY LIGHTED JAIL

MINNEAPOLIS, Mimi, December IL
With a gamblers phrase upon his lips and
a cold smile upon his face. Harry Hayward,
Catherine Ging's murderer, faced the eter-
raj this morning.
Pull her tight. I'll stand pat" These
were the last words he uttered as the dep
uty pulled the well-soaped moose as tightly
about the murderer's Eeck he could in Or
der that death might come the more quick
ly and the more surely.
1t was twelve minutes past o'clock when
Sheriff Holmberg pulled the lever, and thus
released the trap upon which Harry Hay
ward stood. In just thirteen minutes Coun-
ty Physician Frank Burton declared that
the swinging figure in which not a movement
or struggle had been observed was that of
dead man. The final act in the great
tragedy of life and death had been played
and the curtain had been rung down on the
career of the chief actor.
The coolest man at his own execution was
Harry Hayward. Not man of the little
knot Of privileged spectators who had
kept long vigil In the big gray room but
whose heart thumped more loudly and i'm
fortunately than one which was SO soon
to cease its beating; not a face but turned
more CHASTITY than his in the gruesome light
The enc gas jet had been turned off, and
the room was Illuminated only by loco
feet from the floor opposite the scaffold.
The huge cone of light threw a horrid, dis
torted shadow of the engine Of death on
the rough, whitewashed stone wall behind.
TWO doses were discernible, both we'll
tried and tested, one being held in reserve
A deputy had carefully chalked two CIR
Giles where the feet of the doomed man
were to stand, and mad outlined the trap
that there might be no mistake in the un-
certain light.
The chief deputy mounted the scaffold,
where Warden Wolfe Of the state peuiten-
tiary, ex-Sheriff Winn Bracket and Sheriff
and directed that every hat be removed
ard that there be no smoking. a GORDON
of policemen filed in, and made a little
passageway for the death party.
ready in the cell room, his black silk robe
had been put on, and the black cap ad
justed Suddenly the door was drawn
wide open, and the sound of an inarticulate
yell emanated from the cell room. where
the prisoners comrades were taking their
farewell; then three hoarse cheers for
the sheriff, Holmberg. led by Hayward
himself, and ending with Hes all right
1t was awful. such a demonstration led
by man on his way to meet his death.
AS it's echoes died away the sheriff ap-
peared, followed by the prisoner between
Deputies Bright and Anderson, and Deputy
Megaarden bringing up the rear.
Harry Hayward entered the death cham
Der with the same easy stride that marked
his promenades when he was "swagSer"
youth.
"Good evening. gentlemen" said he in
clear and even tones, as he lowed his way
into the room, wearing his somber garb
so jauntily that grotesqueness was forgot
ten. He made his way UP the stairs to
the scaffold. but tripped on the unacc US
toned gown. This amused him, and he
laughed at the misstep. AS he strobe upon
the trap the deputies looked more like
frightened children clinging to a parent
than officers of law.
Carefully placing his feet on the marked
greatest height and glanced about with a
calm face, occasionally frightened by a
smile Of recognition he deserted some
friend in the crowd.
His Farewell Words.
Upon being asked If he had anything
to say he replied in a careless, drawing
tone, well, yes" He moistened his lips
with his tongue.
"Well, to you ALL" he began, there has
been a good deal of curiosity and wonder
at my action, and some of You think that
am very deviI'-with a peculiar drawing
acc ent on the first syllable of that word
land If you knew my whole life you would
think SO all the more. 1 have dictated
the full statement today on all my life to
Mr.. Edward Goodsell, Mr.. ]. T. Mannix and
name?'-and Hayward peer
ed down over the edge of his scafrold as if
expecting some one to answer
where's Uline?" he went on, somewhat
discorRectedly. "Ulne here? l promised to
take his dog with me under my arm to make
him record. 1t would be good thing for
the dog. Doyle, you told me to bow to you.
Where are you? Aren't you here? 1 can't
see YOU and the speaker peered about for
the detective.
I'm here, Harry" called out Doyle.
We'll, then, good evening, Mr.. Doyle"
said the prisoner, smiling graciously and
bowling. Then. taking another tack. he call
ed out: Clemens. did you get that ticket?"
hat was showed up into the cone of
light in assent.
"Ah. that's good, Mannix let me see now"
and Hayward hestated with the embar-
EASEMENT Of a man who has forgotten his
speech.
Take your time" said Sheriff Hoimberg.
Let me see now, l certainly had some
thing to say to Mannix, because 1 have al
ways entertained the kindest feelings for
linn. Joe, remind me of what 1t was; you
know have been having trouble with my
memory lately"
Say nothing more in that line," came in
low, distinct tones from Mannix You are
about to meet your God, and should express
fere your forgiveness for your brother as
you did so nobly to today, and with
thoughts of your mother and father before
you. you should act as you have during the
fully and forgiving all those toward whom
you have borne any ill-will up to this time"
Forgive him." said Harry. as Mann:x
finished, well. I have freely forgiven him
for any imaginary wrong he thinks he has
done me. He has done me no wrong 1
have done him great wrong. Father
Cleary. Father Timothy and Father Chr.sty
have taken great interest in me and have
exerted themselves greatly about my spiri-
tual welfare. I have the greatest respect
for each of them. For John Day Smith, my
lawyer also. He is a good man and a
Christian as we'll as a lawyer and I have
promised him to say something here tonight
which l should have probably have said of
my own accord"
oh" resumed Harry, dropping back to
his former easy tone, lis Goodsell here?"
When told that Goodsell was absent he
continued, We'll, DR. Burton, think have
sonnet thing to say to YOU
What it was VIII never be known, for the
doctor stopped him with the suggestion that
he had better not say anything.
Hayward stood a moment in thought, as