The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1895-12-12
The Prisoner the Coolest
Man Present.
s'PULL HER TIGHT; pLL STAND PAT''
Babe Goodbye to His Friends-An Au-
tOpsy Held ByEspecialists In
dlcates That He Was
"Degenerate.'

MINNEAPOLIS, Dec. 11.-With a gam
bler's phraseI upon his lips and cold
smile upon his face, Harry Hayward
faced eternity this:morning. "Pull her
tight; I'll stand pat" were the last
words he uttered. The deputy, with
blanched face and trembling hands,
pulled the we'll soaped moose as tightly
about the murderer's neck as he could,
in order that death might come quickly
and more surely.
It was 2:12 when Sheriff Holmberg
pulled the lever, and released the trap
upon which Hayward,stood. I'm Is min
utes County Physician Burton declared
the swinging:fgure, in which..no move
ment or struggle had been observed, was
that of dead man.
The coolest man at his own execution
was Harry Hayward, debonnaire as ever.
What seemed mere effrontery during
his Jail days now became, in the great
dimly lighted gallows. room, the courage
and Indifference of a man who was, at
least, not afraid to die. The room was
illuminated onlyRby locomotive head
light, suspended about four feet from
the floor, opposite the scaffold.
The chief deputy mounted the scaffold,
where Warden Wolfe, of the state peni-
teniiary, ex-sheriff Win Bracket and
ex-Sheriff Chappell, of st. Paul, were al
ready waiting, and directed that every
hat be removed, and that there be no
smoking. A Gordon of policeman fled
in and made little passage-way for the
death party.
Meanwhile the prisoner had been
made ready in his cellroom. A black
silk robe had been put on, and black
cap adjusted. Suddenly the door was
thrown open, and the sound of an mar
ticulate yell f1oated in from the cell
room, where the prisoners comrades
three hoarse cheers for Sheriff Holm berg,
led by Hayward himself, and ending
with 'he's all right"
AS the echoes died away the sheriff
appeared, followed by the prisoner, be-
tween Deputies Wright and Anderson,
Deputy Megarden bringing up the rear.
Harry Hayward entered thedeath cham
Der 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 jauntily that its grotesquences
was forgotten. As he made his way up
the stairs to the scaffold he tripped on
his unaccustomed gown. This amused
him and he laughed.
AS he strode up to the trap, the depu-
ties looked more like frightened children
hanging to parent than officers of the
law. Harry Hayward might have posed
for figure of Justice defending the
weak, instead of murderer going to his
doom. Carefully placing his feet on the
marked spots, he threw his splendid fig
ure to it's greatest height, and glanced
about him, his calm face occasionally
frightened by a smile of recognition a.
he saw some friend.
Upon being asked if he had anything
to say he replied, in careless, drawing
%tone, "Well, yes" He moistened hi
lips with his tongue.
''Among you all,'' he began, "thert
has been good deal of curiosity anc
wonder at my actions, and some of you
think I am the very DEVIL" with /;
peculiar drawling accept on the fret syl
liable of thst word, land if you ali knew