The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1898-03-18

'oiih 4hoshlk was hanged in the Hen
hepln county Jail, Minneapolis, at 3:34
a. m.
With his life he paid the penalty for
the murder of John Lemke.
| AT 3 o'clock t'is morning prepara-
t1ons for the execution We're begun. and
few minutes later Moshik was led
into the room Of execution.
He was accompanied by a deputy
sheriff and a jailer.
He exhibited no signs of weakness
and walked up the steps to the scaffold
with a firm step.
he was placed on the trap and ask
ed by the sheriff if he had ANYTHING he
wished to say
nave not" was the reply, and
these were his last words
his feet We're then tied and the can
drawn down over his face.
Sheriff Phillips himself sprung the
trap. AS the body dropped the cap
iell on Moshik's head. 1t was quick
~ picked up by one of the deputies
ana replaced over the dying mans
| face.
Ihe glimpse of his face did not show
any signs of suffering and it was then
| supposed his neck was broken bv the
| fall
This was later found to be the caee
When the body was cut down fifteen
minutes after the drop had fallen.
Moshik's was an execution devoid of
the cheap heroics that have marked
Ee last hours of criminals who have
met violent death at the hands of the
IdW' put whose lives or crimes were
nT.6in
His death scarce caused a trer7o, in
| the community outside a small home
| circle in St Paul.
There was nothing in the man or his
! CRIME to attract the attention of the
| learned or the curious.
Harry Hayward died the same death
d year and half ago on a scafoId
erected within a few score yards of the
| scene OF Moshik's DEATH and the coun-
try looked on and speculated on the
Hlehtanty OF the man who was being
| done to death
In Moshiks case neither curiosity,
! speculation nor pity was INDUCED in
Yes, there was touch of pity.
"A couple of wretched women sat in
MS cell with the murderer during his
last hours on earth and extended the
dumb sympathy which is the only ex-
| preston Of sentiment among people
who are not moulded to show their
was the one bit of human feeling in
the dreary tragedy that was played
out on the gallows tree this morning.
His Sisters With Him.
The sisters of the condemned man
| were with him nearly all of his last
day on earth They went early in the
afternoon and were with him nearly
all of the evening
They sat dry-eyed in front of his
n hn rio1n
conversation among them.
Mrs. Wenzel had taken over from ST.
! Paul, some flowers that served to in
tensify the gloom of the cell in which
Moshik was placed yesterday morning.
The bit of color pleased Mosnik more
| than anything has pleased him of late
and he was almost gay when he asked
for something to put the blossoms in.
The proximity of death brought the
fear of it to the murderer yesterday
morning. He had lost his f1ippant
| humor-it had been vulgarlv. profare
ly filppant before He was shaved and
washed in his old quarters and a COM
| plete suit of clothes furnished him.
! And he admired himself greatly in
| spite of the fact that he knew he was
dressing for the gallows. He remark
! ed that he was not used to such good
clothing ard thanked the sheriff in a
sUrly way When he was dressed he
received the ministrattions of his
church. Then he breakfasted heartily
and settled down for his last day after
being transferred to a new cell in the
| insane ward
Quit His Profanity.
He had entirely quit the profanity
! and vulgarity that has marked his
conversation and he thought a good
deal. His face was absolutely express
sionless, but occasionally he went and
stood with his face to the wall He
! might have saved himself the trouble.
| for his stolid countenance gave no evil
dence at any time of what he was
! thinking. And if he gave any sort Of
! expression to what he felt or thought
it was some sort of irritation at the
presence of the two women who sat
! outside his cell. He would not have
| them go away, but their presence was
! constant reminder of the morrow
that was never to come for him.
AS the daylight faded out of his
! cell he became uneasy.
The desire to share some of the Sc
crets that oppressed him grew strong
as he realized that he was entering
! on night of eternity and the admoni-
tions of his priestly conselor came
! home to him. Just before supper
! While it was being got ready for him
Moshik asked for Sheriff Phillips.
Whether actuated by a sincere desire
] 70 IIdhS d cream breast OF everything
or by thirst for revenge on the man
! whom he had endeavored to make an
! accomplice in his escape will never be
! known, but when Sheriff Phillips came
| Moshik told him he wanted to tell the
story of the conspiracy that was dis
! covered. And he wanted to make his
statement formal; he would have 1t
| written down and the sheriff had 20
send for clerk before Moshik would
| talk.
| of a plan to escape with the conniv-
| told it was read to him and he sub
scribed to 1t.
Sheriff Keeps 1t Secret.
The sheriff would not make the story
public, but intimated that it would
| be the means of putting some one in
a bad position before the law.
Whether the confession went any
! farther than the attempt at escape the
sheriff would not say.
| When if was done, Moshik displayed
an almost ferocious degree of satisfac-
ton, and remarked:
Now that I've got that off ms 1Gini.
1 can eat" And he did.
The while, Mrs. Wenzel and her sis.
ter sat outside and wondered how he
could do it. They had not tasted food
since morning, and felt that they never
would want to again. He ate q great
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