St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-03-06

OH IdrIH, lHlS DOy Is RAISED Oh a farm,
and we traced him through the years
that followed, farmers boy; learn
ing incidentally the engineers trade,
pursuing that, finally becoming an en-
gineer employed down in the country,
employed here in Minneapolis; and
faithfully that poor man labored, with
no ambition beyond that of supporting
his wife and little ones. And I chal-
lenge the world to throw the search
light of heaven upon his record and his
history, and you will find it to be TN
ambitious, perhaps, but honest, true,
faithful and plodding. Take his en-
ployers, if you want to, Baxter & Sons,
or any one else, search his record as l
have, if you will, and 1 say up NTH
April, 1894, he belonged to that vast and
noble army which moves the world;
the army for whom my learned friend
processes to be the champion, an army
of toilers and men from whose brow
the sweat of toll is wrung by day and
by night.
In April, 1894, these two characters
met, these two oppositeS; this blood CT
the basement, of the CRIME and dust and
grease of the engine rods, and this
blood of the parlor of society-thsSe
two currents began to flow together.
The child of poverty, the child of
wealth, the child of homespun, the
child of broadcloth and diamonds, the
servant, the employer, the employe,
the employer; man to whom the be-
nighted and darkened mind of Claus A.
Blixt would as naturally turn for
strength or aid as child to its parents.
Is it not true in the law of mind, as
well as everything else, that the strong
er controls the weaker? How insidious-
ly and by degrees, and how naturally,
and how easily, day in and day out,
and night in and night out, in the base
ment, whether by flattery or otherwise,
the time should eventually come when
Claus A. Blixt should be the tool and
instrument of Harry T. Hayward.
We are all wicked. We are all
wickeder than we dare to own. We
are all susceptible to the love of
money. And what is there SO COM
mon in the weakness of humanity as
to take the poor man, the plodder, the
dollar and a quarter to the dollar and
a half day man, who works u or
Is hours a day, when the serpent of
aVarice and deception shall enter his
quietness and tell him that money can
be made easier, that he is foolish.
How natural and how easy it is for
men to listen to these things. Well,
gentlemen, weeks and months passed
on. This thing stands out prominent
ly through all this case; that in all
the toiling and weary hours of Claus
A. BliXt at the Ozark, Harry Hayward
is his companion. Who else in the
name of all that is good and just has
entered upon his path to poison and
pollute it? Who else does the evil
dence of this case show ever entered
the basement of the Ozark flats in
whose mind there could be any con-
spiracy to murder? For from the be-
ginning to the end I see the fiendish
form of this man lowering in the
darkness of night, and after that poor
laborer should have been in bed,
closeted with that poor man. Time
passes on. Such are the rules of evil
| dence and such is the law that we
could not be permitted to go into the
poisoned details of all the different
steps which might have been employ
ed up to the time that the suggestion
was finally made of this murder.
1t does appear, however, in evil
dence, gentlemen, that one suggestion
was made in the fall, suggestion, too,
gentlemen, which was carried out and
consummated. That was to set fire
to that barn. And in the course Of
various conversations by which Hay
ward was persistently and determined
! ly using the serpentine powers of ar
gument upon that poor man, that fin
ally as one lever, as one pressure, he
indie i'm of he fa no ha n nj
him in the penitentiary for ten years
for burning the barn. 1t is in evil
| dence uncontradicted that the barn
was burned, and it was in the power
and the privilege and the right of the
defense to have gone into it and ex-
planned it if they had seen fit. They
could not do it. 1t is the living God s
| truth, and it is only one of the in
stances of like kind. Time passes on;
suggestions are made. I had some
thought of reading to you condensed
portions of Mr.. BliXts testimony. His
testimony is long. 1 believe I had
better pass it over. 1t has been advert
ed to so many times.
On the night of Dec g. after a sys-
tenn of training, by coercion, by what
ever sort of mental power you NAV
pline, after filling this poor man with
whisky, he is started upon the fatal
and awful journey to murder that Door
girl 1t was an act as absolutely for
eign to the life, character and heart
of Claus A. Blixt as the north pole
from the south. What was the re-
suit? Sick physically; broken down
Tor SIX weeks; nothing like himself; no
appetite; no sleep; under the nervous
and unnatural strain of crime and
guilt; suspicion attaches to Claus A.
Blixt and he is taken to the police
headquarters. 1t is a revolution of his
entire being, physically, mentally and
morally; no human being probably ever
went through the throes and agonies
that that man went. A darkened in
tellect. The dawning of consciousness.
the prostration of the soul, the CROP
Ing towards God for mercy-who, save
him who shall be inspired, can paint
the picture of that mans life for a few
DAYS, until He who made us all sent
forth His promise of mercy and for
giveneSs?
HE HAS TOLD ALL,