The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-12
NERVE AND BRAVADO
WONDERFUL DISPLAY Of BOTH BY
CATHERINE GING-S MURDERER.
Details Of Hayward's ExecutfOn-Died
Lips-Result Of the Autopsy.

MINNEAPOLIS, Dec. 11.-With a gam
bler's phrase on his lips and a cold smile
on his face. Harry Hayward. the murderer
of Catherine Cling. faced the eternal thi:
morning.
Pull her tight. I'll stand pat"
These were the last words he uttered as
the deputy. with blanched face and trem.
bling hands, pulled the well-soaped moose as
tightly about the murderers neck as he
could. in order that death might come the
more quickly and more surely. 1t was
twelve minutes past o'clock when Sheriff
Holmberg pulled the lever and thus released
the trap on which Hayward stood. In just
thirteen minutes County Physician Frank
Burton declared that the swinging figure,
in which not movement or struggle had
been observed, was that of a dead man.
The final act in the great tragedy of life
and death had been played and the curtain
had been run down on the career of the
chief actor.
The coolest man at his own execution
was Harry Hayward. Debonair as ever.
what had seemed mere affrontery during
his Jail days. now became in the great.
dimly-lighted gallows room the courage and
afraid to die. Not man Of the little knot
Of privileged spectators who had kept a
long vigil in the big gray room but whose
heart thumped more loudly than that one
which was so soon to cease its beating;
not face but turned more CHASTITY than
his in the gruesome light. 1t was a scene
never to be forgotten, when at last, after
what had seemed endless hours of waiting.
the death march appeared at the door.
The one gas jet had been turned off, and
the room was illuminated only by loco
motive headlight suspended about four feet
from the floor opposite the scaffold. The
huge cone of light threw a horrid, distorted
shadow of the engine of death on the
nooses were discernible, both we'll tried and
tested, one being held in reserve A dep
uty had carefully chalked two circles where
the feet of the doomed man were to stand,
and had outlined the trap that there might
be no mistake in the uncertain light The
chief deputy mounted the scaffold, where
exs1eri Wnn Bracket s and sserr chap
pell, of St. Paul. were already waiting. and
directed that every hat be removed and that
there be no smoking. A Gordon of police
men filed in aud made little passageway
for the death party.
Meanwhile the prisoner had been made
ready IN the cell room his black silk robe
Suddenly the door was thrown wide open,
and the sound of an inarticulate yell
prisoners comrades were taking their fare
we'll: then three hoarse cheers for Sheriff
Holmberg. led by Hayward himself. and a
onstration led by a man on his way to meet
death. AS it's echoes died away. the sheriff
appeared, followed by the prisoner between
deputies Bright and Anderson and deputy
Megarden bringing up the rear.
ON THE SCAFFOLD.
Harry Hayward entered the death cham
Der with the same easy stride that marked
his promenades when he was 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 it's grotesqueness was for
gotten AS he made his way UP the stairs
to the scaffold he tripped on the unaccus-
toned gown This amused him and he
laughed at the first step. AS he strobe up
on the trap the deputies looked more like
frightened children hanging to parent
than officers of law. Harry Hayward might
have posed for figure of justice defendlng
the weak, instead Of murderer going to
his doom. Carefully placing his feet on the
marked spots, he drew his splendid figure
his calm face occasionally frightened by
a smile of recognition as he deserted some
friend In the crowd.
On being asked il he had anything to
tone. "Well. YES" He moistened his lips
with his tongue. "Well. to you ALL, he be-
nv and wonder at my action and some Of
you think that / am very devil with a
peculiar drawing accent on the first syl-
INV whole life you would think so all the
more / have dictated a full statement of
all the events of my life to Mr. Edward
erapher-let's see what's that stenograph-
ers name ?''-and Hayward peered down
over the edge of his scaffold as If expect
where's Uline?" he went on. somewhat
disconnectedly. "Uline here? l promised to
take his dog with me under my arm to
thing thing for or the dog. Doyle. you told me to
bow to you. Where are you? Aren't you
here? I can't see you." and the speaker
peered about sor the detective.
"Tm here. Harry" called out Doyle. :.
"Well then, good evening, Mr.. Doyle.
said the prisoner, smiling graciously and
called out: "Clemens, did you get that tick
et?" A hat was showed up into the cone
of light In assent
now" and Hayward hesitat ted with the en-
barrassment Of man who has forgotten
his speech
LET me see now, / certainly had some
thing to say to Mannix. because 1 have
always entertained the kindest feelings for
him. Joe. remind me of what 1t was; you
know / have been having trouble with
my memory lately.
i.Say nothing more in that line" came
in low, distinct tones from Mannix. You
are about to meet your God. and should
express here your forgiveness for your
brother, as you did so nobly to me to-
day, and with thoughts Of your mother and
father before you you should act as you
have during the last forty-eight hours.
meeting death manfully and forgiving all
those to ward whom you have borne any i'll
will up to this time
EORGAVE HIS BROTHER
Forgive him." said Harry, as Mannix
finished "wen, have freely forgiven him
for any imaginary wrong he thinks he has
done me. He has done me wrong.
have done him great wrong. Father
Cleary Father Timothy and Father Christy
have taken a great interest in me. and
have exerted themselves greatly about my
spiritual welfare. 1 have the greatest
spect for each Of them, and for John Day
Smith, my lawyer also. He is good man,
and Christian as well as lawyer, and
have promised him to say something here
said of my own accord" With an effort
Hayward turned his eyes upward. and re-
peated in strident. meaningless voice,
quite different from the conversational one
he had been using:
"Oh, God. for Chr.sts sake forgive all
my SINS
An empty mockery that. or the cry of
soul unused TO prayer. Later events
showed it to be probably the former-just
oh" resumed Harry Hayward. dropping
back to his former easy tone. lis Goodsell
When told that Goodsell was absent he
continued: We'll, DR.. Burton, i think l