Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-12-11

if telling the names of those he wished to
remember in his last words.
Satisfied apparently that all had been
done that he had intended he half turned
his head and flung back over his shoulder:
Il guess that's ALL Now, Phil Megaarden,
go ahead"
The straps were quickly adjusted AS the
moose settled down over his head he said:
Lets see; where does the knot go; under
the right ear? No. it's the left, isn't it?
Please pull it tight. That's good. Keep
your courage up gentlemen"
1t was Harry's last glimpse of earth.
Pull her tight; I'll stand pat" he said.
Megaardcn stepped back, raised hts hand
in the fatal signal, and like shot the body
dropped through the opened trap The spec
tators waited breathlessly while the doctor
listened to the fiuttering heart. Thirteen
long minutes passed DR.. Burton stepped
back, and the spectators began to file out.
A deputy loosened the strap that bound the
hands. They fell inert at the side OF the
body, and Harry Hayward was dead.
Awaiting the Summons.
Before dark morbid crowds had assembled
in the vicinity of the Jail. There was moth
ing to see except the gray walls and the oc-
casional opening of the heavy doors to ad-
nit some official. yet they fingered in
waiting for the tragic event. At Midnight
the throng numbered several hundred.
AS Capt. Sandberg was covering the win
dows of the Jail. looking into the alley, Har-
Block out the gaping crowd. There will be
no visitors after O'Clock in the morning.
People wishing to see me will nave to call
at the morgue, as l intend to change my
quarters" and he laughed as he said it,
He said he could never hang unless there
was a crowd present. He wanted to see
the people, and suggested that 1t would
have been better to have the scaffold out
side and have seats arranged SO that every
one could see it.
AS a sample of his conversation, the fol-
lowing can be quoted: Sheriff Holmberg
came into the cage and Harry said: How
are you, sheriff? l am as fine silk. You
and 1 are the chief actors tonight, aren't
we, sheriff.
He seemed to never think of any here
after.
Hayward's swell dinner was served ac-
cording to his desire, shortly after 10
o clock, and he partook Of it with apparent
relish.
Hayward spent a considerable portion of
the evening telling stories and listening to
stories by others. 1t being his last night,
he was allowed quite a privilege, and was
continually surrounded by friends. He was
gay and jovial all the time, and gave
every indication that he would go to the
gallows as he would to dinner. He spoke
about his wife occasionally, for he insisted
she was his wife. He said he gave her $50
to make her feel good. He passed cigars
around freely and talked about lis great
meal The toast he proposed at his din
ner was: Here's to the girl who loves me
and to the girls whom 1 love-
He gave it in the French.
During the evening Hayward held a long
conversation with his attendants, and
laughed and joked on the subject of his ap-
preaching execution.
To the newspaper men he said: Il would
Ike to see the account of how this thing
came out and about my actions on the scat
fold" and again he laughed as If he We're
going to a picnic instead of to his death.
About 1890 a stenographer was admitted
to Harry's CELL and he finishcd the state
ment which he had been spending consider
able time on lately.
Rev. Father Timothy arrived shortly af-
ter, not upon the summons of the con-
demned man, but in case that at the last
moment a desire should be expressed by the
hitherto unrepentant man for spiritual
adviser.