The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1895-12-12
DEBONAIR AS EYER
To the Last Not . Tremor in the
Voice Of Harry Hayward
HIS HEART BROKEN PARENTS

HIS HEART BROKEN PARENTS
An Autopsy Performed and His
Brain Examined-One Specialist
Says He Was a Degenerate
He Met Death Smiiingiy.
Minneapolis. Dec. 11.-wNh q gam
blers phrase upon his lips and a cold
smile upon his face. Harry Hayward
faced eternity this morning. Pull
her tight: III stand pat" were the
last words he uttered as the deputy
with blanched face and trembling
hands pulled the well-soaped moose
as tightly about the murderer's neck
as he could. in order that death might
come more quickly and more surely.
1t was 2:12 when Sheriff Heimberg
pulled the lever and released thoHtrap
upon which Hayward stood. In Is
minutes County Physician Burton de-
olared the swinging figure. In which
no movement or struggle had been
observed. was that of a dead man.
The coolest man at his own execution
was Harry Hayward. debonair as ever.
What seemed mere effrontery during
his jail days now became In the great,
dfmly lighted gallows room the cour-
age and indifference Of q man who
was. at least, not afraid to die. The
room was illuminated only by . loco
motive headlight. suspended about
about four feet from the floor. oppo-
site the scaffold.
The chief deputy mounted the scat
fold. where Warden Wolfe of the state
penitentiary. ex-Sheriff Win Brack-
cite and Sheriff Chappell Of st. Paul
were already waiting. and directed
every hat to be removed and that there
be no smoking. A Gordon of policemen
filed In and made q little passageway
for the death party. Meanwhile the
prisoner had been made ready In his
cell room. the black silk robe had been
put on and the black cap adjusted Sud-
denly the door was thrown wide open
and the sound Of an inarticuiate yell
fioated In from the cell room, where
the prisoners comrades were taking
their farewell. Then there were three
hoarse cheers for Sheriff Holmberg. led
by Hayward himself and ending with
Hes all right" As the echoes died
away the sheriff appeared. followed
by the prisoner between Deputies
Bright and Anderson. Deputy Megar-
den bringing up the rear.
Harry Hayward entered the death
chamber with the same easy stride
that marked his promenades when he
was a swagger youth in society. Good
evening. gentlemen" said he, in clear,
even tones. as he bowed his way into
the room. wearing his somber garb so
Jauntilv that It's grotesqueness was
forgotten As ne made his way up
stairs to the scaffold he tripped on
the unaccustomed gown. This amused
him and he laughed. AS he strods up
the trap. the deputies looked more
like frightened children hanging to
their parent than officers of the law.
Harry Hayward might have posed for
a figure OF justice defending the weak
instead OF a murderer going to his
doom. Carefully placing his feet on
the marked spots. he drew his splen-
did figure to Its greatest height and
glanced about with q calm face, oc-
casionally frightened by a smile OF
recognition as he saw some friend.
Upon being asked II he had anything
to say. he replied In a careless, drawl-
ing tone. We'll, yes" He moistened
his lips with his tongue. We'll. to you
all. he began. there has been a good
deal of curiosity and wonder at my
action. and some of you think am a
very DEVIL" with a peculiar drawing
accent on the first syllable of that
word. 'And II you all knew my whole
life you would think so all the more.
/ have dictated full statement to-day
on all my dife to Edward Goodseil, T.
]. Mannix and a stenographer-iets
see. what's that stenographer's
name7" and Hayward peered down
over the edge of his scaffoid a. II sx-
peotinx some one to answer.
where's Uline." ne went on some
what disconnectedly. II promised to
take his dog with me under my arm
to make him a record. II would be a
good thing for the dog. Doyle. you
told me to bow to you. Where are
you? Aren't you here7 I can't see
you." and the speaker peered about
for the detective.
I'm here. Harry" called out Doyle.
'well. then. good evening. Mr..
Doyle" said the prisoner. smiling gra-
and bowling. Then taking an
other tack he called out: Clemens,
did you get that ticketr' A hat was
showed I'D into the cone of light In |
assent. "Ah. that's good"
'Mannix. let me see now" and Hay |
ward hesitated with the embarrass-
ment of a man who had forgotten his |
speech
Take your time." said Sheriff Holm |
berg. IT certainly had something to |
say to Mannix. because have always |
the kindest OF feelings for |
him Joe. remind me OF what II was. |
You know 1 have been having trouble |
with my memory lately.
say nothing more In that line"
came In low. distinct tones from Man.
nix "You are about TO meet your
God and should express here your for
giveness for your brother. as you did /
20 nobly 20 me to-day. and with |
thoughts OF your mother and father
.