The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1922-09-07
DUPRE MARCHES TO
DEATH With SMILE
SHOUTS GOODBYE TO SWEET
HEART HELD IN CELL-WAVES
TO CROWD IN STREETS.

under him, Frank B. Dupre, nineteen
years old, paid the death penalty at
the Fulton county Jail here today fol
the murder of Irby C. Walker, pri-
vate detective, December Is, last
The trap was sprung at 2:04 O'Clock
and sixteen minutes later the youth
was pronounced dead.
The scenes attending the execu-
ton of Dupre were described by old
Jail officials as the most dramatic
ever witnessed by them. Outside
the Jail the streets on three sides
were blocked with persons eager to
get a glinse of the proceedings
Even the tops of buildings nearby
were occupied by men, women and
children. Police reserves were call
ed out to keep order. Inside the
prison walls, Dupre probably was
more composed than any of the Of
ficials, witnesses or fellow prisoners.
The youthful bandit was engaged
in religious services when the fall of
the death trap for Luke Mcdonald,
negro, convicted of the murder of a
negro woman, could be heard through
out the jail. He paid no attention
to the subject which within the hours
was to mean his own end. He con-
tinued in prayer until fifteen minutes
of the hour set for his execution,
when unfalteringly he started for the
gallows five stories above.
Upon reaching the death chamber,
Dupre stopped and looked out win
dow.
'That's some crowd, isn't it," he
said to his brother, Joe Dupre.
He then pointed out acquaintance
below and waived to them. shouting
Goodbye"
A deputy sheriff called his atten-
ton to Betty Andrews, the sweet
heart for whom he robbed the jewel
~ store and killed Walker. She was
in a cell two floors below, her face
pressed closely against the bars OF
the window. She became hysterical
at the sight of the condemned youth
who shouted to her:
Goodbye, Betty. I want you to be
a good girl. Won't you?"
His words were drowned in the
cries of the crowds below.
"Be good, Betty, be good" Dupre
repeated again and again. Then as
the crowd became quiet:
"You are going to meet me in
Heaven, aint you Betty" the ban
dit shouted at his sweetheart.
EYES," was the reply.
Dupre turned to a deputy sheriff
and asked:
"Well, are you all ready?"
The deputy, too choked with emo
ton to reply, led the boy away to the
gallows.
"God bless you ALL" Dupre shout
Cd as he waived a farewell.
The condemned youth led the pro-
cession to the gallows, surveyed his
surroundings and then asked his
spiritual advisers to sing:
"a mothers prayer has followed
T. me-"
Dupre's last audible words, utter
ed as the black cap was being ad-
justed over his head, were:
"Please brush back my hair"
The suit in which Dupre was hang
ed was the same one worn by him
on the day of his crime.
The execution of Dupre brought to
an end one of the most determined
legal battles ever waged in the his
tory of Georgia criminal courts. All
other efforts having failed to stay
execution a final appeal was made to
president Harding yesterday but he
replied that he was without author,
ity to intervene in the case.
Abbeville, Sept. 2.-Attended by
his father and brother, few friends
from Atlanta, and crowd OF sym
uathetic and curious townsfolk, the
funeral of Frank B. Dupre, nineteen
year-old "Peachtree bandit" who was
hanged at Atlanta Friday, for the
murder of Irby C. Walker, private
detective, was held here this after
noon.
Taking ore of the most drastic
steps ever attempted in strike sit
nation, the United States government
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