Newspaper of The New York Herald, March 22, 1873, Page 3

Newspaper of The New York Herald dated March 22, 1873 Page 3
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JUSTICE! *The Car-Hook Murder Expiated on the Scaffold. *THE LAST NIGHT WATCH. ( William roster's tareweu 10 Friends and the World* HIS PARTING FROM HIS WIFE. Affecting Scenes in the Prison Corridor. t. 0.. ?c A NIGHT IN THE TOMBS/ (The Prisoner's Demeanor in the Cell and on the Gallows. !"I AM NOT SLEEPY TO-NIGHT." ? Gossiping in the Mausoleum of the Moral Dead. (THE KEEPER'S STORY. Singular Reminiscences of Life Among Social Thugs. THE POMP OF PUBLIC VENGEANCE. I The March to Death and the Final Scene. sa warning to street ruffians. The hands of the prison clock pointed to the hour of seven on Thursday night when a sharp rapping on the gates of the Tombs brought the solitary keeper behind the barred doors to bis feet, and, keys In hand, he advanced to the portal. The locks grated harshly, the doors opened and were closed with a slam that reverberated through the vaulted apartments as two young, well built men, with dark mustaches, stepped into the prison > office. ''flood fivenln*. Seehar.her! how are TOIL Han bury ?" said the keeper. "Is It ralnln' still?" "Yes; raining and blowing In cold gusts," responded Heebacber, as he turned down the collar Of his coat and boxed his gloved hands together. "A real ugly night," ejaculated Hanbury, the Shorter man of the two, and the pair of deputy lieriih) turned to the right with the keeper and baited before a heavy barred door, with a lock as large as a family Bible. A great brass key clanked into the socket, the bolt groaned back and the two men passed beyond the bars into the prison yard. The door came back with a clattering clang and the keeper sat down again In his cushioned chair under the gaslight. A little group of five persons sat or stood In the corridor of the main prison, close to the door of Mil No. 6; a woman in dark habiliments, broken and limp with an overwhelming sorrow, a widow In reality, though the broad-shouldered, bearded man who sat beside her had Joined his late to hers at the altar. lie was a man, a mere Individual man, for wtyose life a great community had clamored for two long years, and the remaining trio of the group were his two brothers and the husband of his Borrowing sister. There was little conversat on, and that little was lowly spoken, for the sweetest music of creation, the human voice, Is harsh when heartstrings are so tightly strained. They had come to sob out an eternal rarewell to their hnahand and brother, the condemned William Foster. ( TFTB DRAMA OPKNSD In drunken revelry two years before, and was now closing in anguish, degradation and death. FoBter had only been drlnktng a little too much of that potent poison that so often _ Disturbs the cherolc labor of the blood, ' , Tickling the brate brain within the man's; fee had quarrelled with a stranger and had Killed Mm. It happened at night, on the 20th or April, 1871. Avery D. Putnam, a merchant, was In a street car, accompanied by two ladles, Mme. Duval and her daughter. Foster was a passenger on the same car, and in a maudlin way insulted the ladles. They were travelling up Broadway. l(r. Putnam remonstrated with Foster and a slight wordy quarrel resulted. Foster said, "I am going as far as yon are, and when yon get off this car I will give you hell!" Mr. Putnam, with his escort, alighted at Forty-sixth street, and Foster, quickly seising a car hook from its place near the driver, on the ltont platform, ran to the rear of the car and struck Mr. Putnam two blows and thereby fractared his skull. Mr. Putnam died two days afterwards. Foster, who waa arrested, never denied the assault, and upon trial In the following month was convicted of murder In the first degree, the jury accompanying their verdict with a recom sneuaauon w mercy, me trial luiea sixteen days and at Its conclusion he was sentenced by Judge Cardozo, In the Court of Oyer and Terminer, TO BE IIANUED. Almost the whole civilized world la familiar with the details of the great legal straggle to save him that ensned. The judgment was stayed, and when an unsuccessful appeal terminated he was again sentenced to death. Another stay, and a higher appeal was taken. It resulted adversely to him, and he was again sentenced to be executed on the 7th day or the present month. I There was no further appeal, save a plea to the Qoveraor lor mercy?for commutation of the death sentence to life imprisonment. Foster's relatives were wealthy and Influential. Some of them had been intimate friends of Governor Dlx, in Paris, when he represented the Republic at the court of Napoleon. Clergymen, lawyers, statesmen, doctors, people Of all classes petitioned in his behalf. Newspapers pleaded earnestly, even bitterly, to Influence the executive action, aDd a respite of vwo weeks, terminating yesterday, was granted. He had been east oir by his family, but In the hour of his peril, Which Involved also their disgrace In a measure, they came to his succor with all the power they could control, and the FHIRND8 OF OTHER MURDERERS, tried and nntrled, used their Influence In his flavor, for his flglit was theirs also. But the Governor aid not yield. In the race of influences never before ao powerfully wielded In bchair of a criminal he was steadfast in his determination that the people t should be protected from street rufllanlsm, and directed that the law be vindicated. <,4 It was this crime and Its coming punishment that had assembled the sorrowing group on that blustering Thursday night In the orison corridor. NEW YO " imne tney ??rt im n emmcnion tb? two deputies, Hanbury end fieebacher, entered* and relieved Deputies Brown and Oumbleton, who had been on the day watch at the prisoner's cell. In a few moments the two latter officers left, and their successors advanced, shook hands with the members of the group and greeted them kindly. "How do you feel to-night, Foster*" asked Seebacher as he held the prisoner's hand. "ToleraDly, thank you." was the response, uttered witn spiritless intonation. The baud was dropped. Mrs. Foster, poor lady, pressed her handkerchief to her eyes. The officers Involuntarily retired to their seats a lew feet distant. Their felt It m sacrilege to Intrude opon GRIEF BO PROFOUND. "I pity that woman from the bottom of my heart," whispered Hanbury. Seebacher leaned his cheek npon his hand and nodded meditatively. The night keeper, a grayheaded veteran named Orr, drew a deep breath and looked in the opposite direction along the dimly lighted corridor. He has seen a score of pinioned convicts take leave of friends and march i the short route to the scaffold; but there was something more here. Whispered words; sighs drawn !rom the depths of Btrong men's souls; a woman's escaping sob that must be freed to save tpe heart from breaking; low nttered endearments and farewells that seemed too sacred to be voiced alood, and mutual commendations of souls to God?the soul that so soon mast take its flight and the souls to be tested yet in earth's fierce edible?these are the only sounds* ?sw-ss.}? . The officers are mate, oppressed, and a heavy GLOOM OF DEATH impending stills everything into a gravelike calm. The lamps shed a dim, sidelong light aloag the ann-tlnted walls, the Btove is heated to a glowing 'red, and In this great mausoleum of the moral dead, with its three or four hundred red-handed, violent and crime-soaked occupants, the stillness I of the tomb prevails for a little while. Attain the Bobs and soughlngs of the breath, and words half vocalized, and the great trial 1b reached. "And now we-we-we-mnst go/' 1b heard In choking, stammering measure, and the group rises. "Oh, William I" The ory of a despairing soul swells along the hall and ascends away np through the tiers of Iron and Rtono to the arching granite roof, and loving hearts and arms are entwined in a grasp born or afrection and despair. The woman's yielding form droops on the brawny husband's breast, that throbs and quakes over tne volcano of burning anguish within. Tears, entreaties, prayers, farewells, sobs and moanlngs swell up from the tumult or these bursting souls, and men with bowed heads and eyes suffused with tears sob aloud and cluster abont the loved and doomed one. The Sheriff's officers, lion-hearted men, who have three times before witnessed THESE PBVTHLY PARTINGS, clench their teeth together and stand In silence, with averted gaze, to hide the tear-gloss In their eyes. The gray-haired keeper treads a-tip-toe to the door, and as he steps into the night air brushes his hand across Ids eyes. He gazes at the inky cloud-pall overhead, regardless of the storm without, but fleeing from the tempest that Is wrecking souls within. The tempest assuages, and Haabury advances te offer the little succor that he may. He lays hands tenderly on the devoted wife, whose constancy is a marvel even In the faithfnl sex she adorns. The brothers close In an embrace of etsrnal farewell, and again, with a CRY or YBARNINO AND OP PAIV, the loyal woman clings to her love. A little longer, and, half halting, half returning, the stricken woman. uDborne bv ktndlv hands, with face upturned and arms swung -backward for another clasp, reaches the door. Seebacher is quickly at Foster's side, and touches him with a gentle touch, 'born of sympathy, as though he were a woman. The prison yard is reached. The door closes with a slam, and her husband is entombed to her. Across.the cold gray atones the mournful cortege treads, and now hail-smothered waitings seem to read her breast. ran old keeper has joined them, and opens the clanking doors. There are fears that the crushed woman may suocurab, bat she rallies. In a few moments the street is reached. The sidewalks are wet and the air is dismal, bnt she heeds none of these. She is kindly assisted into a waiting carriage with her brothers, and fleet horses bear her away?too last, perhaps? to the home where little ones await their father. What shall she ever say when they ask why he does not come ? The keeper and Ilanbury return to the prison and close the doors, and exchange not a word as they tramp to the corridor. It need not be ottered. all the farewells are now taken. The prisoner's father had called, and with mutual forglvings and a heartfelt "Cod bless you I Ood bless you I" they had kissed for the last time. It was the nnuttered benediction of the boy's infancy?his manhood had not known the touch of a lather's lips upon his cheek?but now it came as the seal or affection to a life ebbing out. Ifce culprit's mother never visited him in prison?she is an invalid?and her kiss and blessing were brought to him unon a sister's lins. And his children I two just budding Into adolescent beauty, and two others, prattling, pretty, chubby boys ot Are and seven years. "I don't want the children brought here," be said. /'Let them think ot me hereafter as they have" known me?a father at home, not a father behind prison bars," and hlB wish was respected. Bat on Wednesday last new photographs of the little ones were brought to him by his wife and he looked at them Bcores of times. He handed them around to the keepers and to his friends and was pleased and proud at the compliments they evoked; for the compliments were not Aatterles, the children are Indeed pretty and show a mother's nurture and affection. The gong In the prison yard rang out sharply about five minutes after the departure of his wife, and Keeper Orr admitted Rev. Mr. Walker, of Calvary church, a tall, slender gentleman of sallow complexion. THE CLERGYMAN HASTENED to the corridor, and his coming was timely In the extreme, for under the consolation of his counsels and conversation Foster gradually calmed his overwrought feelings. The reverend gentleman remained nearly an hour with the culprit and then sped away to exercise the same kindly Christian office for the wife in her desolate home. "Ii there anything I can do for you?anything yon would like t" asked Seebacher. "Nothing, thank you; I feel more comfortable now,1' responded Foster, and he lapsed back In his chair. For an hour scarcely a word was spoken; Foster was boned beneath an avalanche of meditation. An occasional cough or a change of his position In the chair, and nothing more. Now ho looked fixedly at the discolored walls, and at Intervals his eves were arrested by the Scripture text over the cell door facing his own, "TUB LORD RBIONrrn."' The deputies Rat down on the chairs near hlro, but he evinced little or no desire to converse. Once or twice he opened conversation In relerence to commonplace matters, but never once did he allude to his own position or to his ramlly. All that was In the past?he was peering through the night Into the eternal day. Be stepped into his cell now and then, only to retnrn to the scat by the stove after a few minutes1 absence, and his silence was so sombre that' the hours passed monotonously with his watchers. Warden Johnston visited him towards midnight and shook hands with him and asked him a lew commonplace questions. "About what time do you go to bed, Foster?'1 inquired the Warden. "Well, about ten or eleven o'clock generally; when I get sleepy," replied Foster; "but I'm not leepy to-night," and he turned somewhat uneasily In his chair, as though sleop might never come. In this way the night wore on, and still the dark rain clouds hovered overhead and KADI WIGHT niDEOUSI.Y DARK. There were ?o sqyads In the juli y..rd save the RK HERALD, SATURDAY, "THE 1 % Ground Plan of t City J Kim Htr?e Cook Room. ^ P I I I 11 I 1 1 11 I I i i i idi i I fi rnr - 1 ' L * F i o ??E 1 \ Q r ? $ ? I 5 Jail Tart. 1 1 I J? Ti" #% ?? * H_ ?.? i ? ?? ? J H . I J | Ontre street O O O REFER A B C?Corridor of male prison. D?Foster's cell, No. 5. E?Scaffold. F?Entrance to male prison. Q?Bridge from court rooms 10 prusuu. H H?Court of Police Justices. I?Boys' prison. J J J?Corridor of women's prison. K?Vestibule of offices. click at long intervals of the watchmens' tread as they patrolled with long, heavy step the prison buildings. "How docs ho seem?" asked a watchman of Keeper Orr, as the latter passed him. "Well, he's quiet, but he's doing too mnch thinking, I'm afraid; it wears him fast," was the response, from a voice rull of the deep music of human sympathy spite of the uncouth Ideal formed of the speaker's calling. And they went their ways. The scaffold was almost completed at this time, but the night was so dark that Its outline could hardly be distinguished, and It was only by the gleaming of the yard lamps that any part of it was rendered discernible. A crowd of HALF-DKUNKKN ROYSTERKR8 passed along the street outside the prison, making night unbearable by their vociferations. A playmi wrangle followed, and one of the number, with high-pitched voice, shouted, "Na, g'way from me, 1 tell ya, or I'll pat a hole In ya." Wonder if be remembered that threat a few honrs later, when the town was alive with the news of the fatal leap made by one whose threat was less explicit, within that enclosure over whose wall the voice rang so clearly T And so the night sped past, with little events marking the Intervals of repose, and the clock or Old St. John's spoke out the hour with musicalmeasured voice?"one, two, three I" Five mlnntes before Foster had risen from his chair and said quietly, "I guess I'll go to bed now." He bade the watchers "good night," and stooped to enter the low, narrow door ol his cell. In live minutes he was LYING ON niS COT, with his right arm thrown en the pillow. lb another live ho had forgotten the world in a deep sleep. His cell doors remained wide open, and the deputies moved their seats Into such a position that they could see all that might transpire In the little apartment. When they were assured that his sleep was unfeigned the deputies relaxed their ? no oIa anal inrlnlivorl In a ohnrt walk hv I turns. At last walking and smoking both became monotonous, and, while the convict slept away the fust-ravelling remnant of his life, they told stories germain to the occasion. v THE KEEPER'S STORY. Orr, the gray-headed veteran, with mild blue eye and kindly voice, who has spent over twenty years of his life among the pariahs of the metropolis, crossed bis legs and let himself down In his chair as he toyed with a pair of giant keys, burnished like gold from constant use. Some one asked, "Is he going out Arm In the morning?" "Oh, yes! he will go out like a man when he Is wanted," replied Orr. "Most men, when the time comes, can brace themselves up for It. I've seen a good many go out, and I never saw but one man back rlgnt down, and that was Frlery. But, then, he was a bravado and a coward at the same time. Before he was wanted he used to Jump around In the corridor, square off to box with moat any one, and said he was going to die game and all that kind o' thing. When he went out 1 was afraid he'd have to be carried, and after they got him out, so the/ tell me, he came near dropping on the platform. "Well, didn't you see him hungT" asked one of the party. "Me!" said the tender-hearted keeper, turning his thumb to his breast. "No; I never saw a man go up, and don't want to. I s'pose I've seen more than a dozen or 'em go out, but It wasn't necessary I should be there and I didn't go to see It. I see enough here without that. I came very near seeing Frlery go up, as I happened to cross the -?"A aa ha nm? nnf. I hpnrrl th? rllrk as thev sent him up and I was close to the corner of the ten-day boose' and dodged behind It. But, TALKIM' ABOUT OAMB MSN, that nigger, Thomas, was the gamest I ever saw. Why, right as he was going ont, with his arms pinioned and all, he turned to me at the desk as he was passing, held out his hand as well as he could, and said, in a right cheerful tone, 'Well, goodby, Mr. Orr!' He was all quler, decent courage; no braggadocio about him. He never said anything about his own gamcness?he showed It." "That was that yellow nlgirer, was'ut It?" "Yes, that was the one. But 1 tell you, new. Real had all the nerve that was wanted. He talked cheerfHl all night nearly, and along towards morning he went out In the yard with me and stayed out a couple of hours. He looked at the scaffold and spoke about It and walked up to It to look at l It." "When was this scaffold first used, and who ' made It?" "Well," responded Orr, "I am not quite certain, but l am almost positive that Nathan Gordon, the slaver, was the first man hanged on It. The old one had become rotten, and old Bam Atkins made this and used to put It up. He died, though, last year, and I think his son is putting It np this time. Old Sammy took a good deal of pride in making a good-working scaffold." "18 ISAACS TO BK THE HANGMAN to-morrow?" asked a man with a long mustache and Imperial. "Isaacs, oh. nol he's given It up. He's llvln' up In Harlem, and has thrown up the business. While he was at It, though, he liked It. There's no use talking, he had a taste for that job; nothing pleased him better than to stand on the platform i before the execution, when a crowd was round. MARCH 22, 1873?TRIPL1 OMBS." lie Interior of the Prison. t Wall. Jail Yard. TTTTTf TTTT~T MU Jail Yard. - *1 * a __ 2 : : ll 1 b : I n i w : ? !i l ; |J| ; > t K J ( TTl Li offlce. O w?" 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L?"Bummers' Hall" (station house). M?Wagon entrance to jail yard. N?Visitors' entrance. O?Entrance to women's prison. P?Site of seventeen former executions. Dotted lines represent railings. Croeses represent route of ingress and egress. Circles represent pillars at Centre street front of the building. and handle the rope, chuck on it and measure It to his own ear." "Did he do it because he was poor, and wanted the monev?" "Oh l Isaacs, I guess, Is tolerably comfortable. He didn't want the money bad, but he took a pride In the job, and looked on himself as a kind of professional." CIOiK RVOKI BEGAN TO PREVAIL once more In the atmosphere, and the deputies took a good look again Into the cell and listened for the sound of the sleeper's breathing. "I wonder how that poor woman, Mrs. Foster, Is," said the inquisitive man with the imperial. "Poor woman I I wonder," said Orr. She is a model woman, she Is. 1 was alarmed a little tonight for fear she'd faint In the yard goln' out; but then she was nothing like so bad to-night as she was Wednesday night. To-night she gave vent to her reeilngs, but on Wednesday night she smothered all her grief, and it was too much. She swooned right away, poor lady, and I was frightened. She became as cold as a stone, almost, and we had to bring her np to the stove and wrap her In blankets to bring her 'round again. I hope she and her little ones will faro well ajlerwaraa. Foster's lather seems to be a kind sort of man and he told me that she and her children shouldn't want for anything, and I have faith la him that he will keep his word. Qod knows she has suffered terribly, though Innocent, for her husband, and the Foster family think more of her now than ever; and they ought to, too, for she Is as noble a woman as ever breathed." "YOUR RKCOLLICTION8 OF CRIME must be remarkably varied," said the curious stranger. "Oh, yes," replied Orr, as he%Jlngled the great keys together; "my first recollection of this sort of thing Is, when I was a little boy, seeing Rose Butler taken up Broadway in a cart to be executed somewhere about Broadway and Twenty-third street I think. She had fired a house and somebody was burned to death. That's as far back as I remember. Another execution I remember hearing about was of a man?I forget his name?who kept a boarding house in Fletcher street I think. He killed a man and dragged his body through Gouverneur street and flung it Into the river. Suspicion pointed to him, and when they found the body they took It into City Hall square and brought thn otionnotA^ man tin on<1 m n>lo him f ah oh If Ua tut oun|Jbviv? ui?u i*i' uuu iuauv utui vuuvu it. no fall ted right away. They had some story that If THE GUILTY MAN TOUCHED THE CORPSE blood would flow from the wounds again, or he would faint away, or something or that sort, and fee did. Well, he confessed to It, and they hung him. But I must go and take a look around." And the old keeper walked quietly out into the jail yard. It was now four o'clock, and the sky was cleared of cloud, and the moan was pouring a_ flood of light upon the city. The great half disc of'biazing silver set in azure streamed Its bright beams aslant the walls and tipped with Its pale glory the beams and planks of the spectre scaffold. The milkmen's wagons rattled up and down the streets without and the increasing noises of the great cltv told that the vast world was SHAEINO OFF ITS SLUMBER. But the culprit slept sonndly the sleep that was the "counterfeit presentment" of the great slumber that was so soon to envelop him. Another hour passed, and the street car bells jingled merrily In the crisp, frosty air, but all was calm and Btill Inside the walls. Daylight stole noiselessly In, but noisy humanity was astir, and the rumble of life told plainly that the fated morning was coming up to peer with flushed face o'er the verge of the sinning world. Biz o'clock came. Without, the dawn was blanching on the cold granite walls. Morning was breaking from a troubled, clouded sky. The air was chill, and circled mournfully around the nooks and crannies of the prison yard. Standing by the double door, the entrance to the male prison, skyward or earthward the same cold, neutral-tinted gray prevailed. It was truly cheerless and unsuggestlve of a single gleam of hope. Still the doomed man slept, as the day grew on raw and gray. The place was very still. To the right THK HKKLKTON OP THK GALLOWS showed against the wall of the female department of the prison. The scene within, with all Its night and shadows, was preferable to the heartless light without. The cold caught the lingers that grasped the door. Turning to the left and quietly reaching the rectangle that led to the jailer's offlcc the only sound that fell upon the ear was the whirr of the pigeons that nest within the Tombs. In the office all was quiet. The jailer seemed In a brown study, for Jie mechanically jingled and lingered his great brass keys as he sat there. The outer door was still heavily locked, and the feeling grew that it would be a blessing to go oataide and gulp one draught of morning air that had touched something or lire. To sit there and count the tickings ot the clock was painful in the extreme. six O'CLOCK rung from the bells of St. John's, and already the active world that wanted to know of Foster's doom had sent its news gatherers to the door. A couple of reporters stood outside. As the clock struck one of them tapped at the wicket. There was a third person there, an old man, who was asking one of them to arrest htm. He was ruined, he said, ntTiNsn bt nrir, and wanted to be out somewhere that nun could E SHEET, not reach wm. tow that the person requested could not oblige htm he moved disappointedly way and stood In a hair melancholy delirium looking np and down Centre street. The prison door r opened and the reporters were admitted. Warden Johnson, who had himself watched through the night, was In tne office. Old Mark Flnlay, the long time Deputy Warden, was there, too. It was curious to mark how, ap the light from the sky grew brighter, TBI TOMBS PUT ON ITS 01 SB OP UPS. The gas lights grew pale. The Warden brashed his uniform coat carefully and spoke about a boot black. Every few minutes the knocking was heard at the wicket, and at last the doors were flung open. It was not then more than halfpast six o'clock. murmur came out that Poster was still asleep. It evoked a host of questions from the reporters, who jotted down the best Information they could And. In scraps or lumps It was all the same, and would weave Into the story each was charged to write. They chatted and many laughed and Joked as ir It were 1 WKDDINO AND NOT A IIANQING that was only a couple of hours off. A tramping and shuffling of feet stirred a momentary attention, which soon relapsed. It was only the human sconrlngs of the streets of the Sixth ward brought in to wait their Bhort, seminary trials at the Tombs Polico Court. It was the "morning watch" to be disposed of by the Justice npstalrs. There were many women, most of them hard-faced and brasen and bearing the marks ot debauch In bleared eyes and battered countenances. One who spoke to the officer having her in charge had the coarse voice of a man. One woman, nearly forty years of age and diminutive In suture, was dressed In faded mourning, and tried to hide her face as she followed the mlairablea into the prison. The reporters, who sec a similar gronp daily at the Tombs, did not even refer to the matter, but, after a glance at them, turned to their note-taking and their chaff. Abont this time the two Deputy Sheriffs, Dunphy and Daly, who were to watch TUB LAST TWO HOURS OVER FOSTER, came In spruce and fresh looking. As soon as the last prisoner of the night had gone In, the Warden led the assembled reporters out across the first yard and up to the gibbet. Tha rope was not yet run through the pnllgy at the top, and In the boarded-off corner, where the rope would be cat and the heavy weight hung, there was still some work demanded. The newsgatherers wandered up and down the yard picking out pieces or interest In the scene and the reminiscences it called up. It did not take long to gather all these. The strained glanoe towards the prison, whence it was once more announced that F08TER WAS SLEEPING, completed the survey, and the reporters were conducted back to the office. It was now Just seven o'clock and the unprofessional who held passes were dropping in oddly. Reporters, too, came in as If all journaldom were determined to know how Foster would die. Father Duranquet came In with a brisk step and a sad face and waB at once admitted to the prison. The people In the office strayed out on the steps facing the uncouth pile of 60FERINTBNDENT KELSO drove up In a carriage about ten minutes later, but did not atlght at the Tombs. The hum of the awakening city was heard, and working girls passing by the gate hurried on, casting a side glance Into the hall. Even then a few Idle boys had gathered on the curbstones, and the horn of the fishseller a street or two away called the mind back to the origin of the custom which DEVOTED FRIDAY TO EXECfTIONS. It was the day of fasting and sorrow In honor of the God-Man who died on Calvary for humanity upon a Friday nearly nineteen hundred years ago. Each minute brought lresh accessions to the ranks of the waiting throng. The unprofessional ranged themselves along en qtteue as at a theatre, while the reporters affected superiority by circulating through the large office on the left-hand side as you enter from the street. Artists from the Illustrated weeklies were there also, and save a few who were engaged "writing up" the matter for the afternoon papers all the professionals moved restlessly about. Thus another hour wore on. Before eight o'clock It was announced that the doomed man was awake and dressing. A few minutes past eight A HEAVY, REUITLAB TRAMP WAS HEARD, and 160 policemen filed Into the prison In charge of Superintendent Kelso. It was still a wearisome time waiting there, with the crowd or passholders swelling, and in a mass crushing each other for precedence, so that the police were obliged to interfere and maintain decorum, In appearance at least. FOSTER AT THIS TIME had risen and dressed. He had slept soundly for about four hours and three-quarters; tor Nature asserted her demand for recuperation of the forces that the strain upon the deepest emotions known to pitiable man bad wasted. Ills sleep was so deep that It was necessary to arouse him at last. This was done gently, and Foster, after rubbing his eyes dazedly for a moment, gave a ueep groan unu duck lor an instant. HE WA8 DEADLY PALE and looked more ghastly In the dim daylight of his cell. The truth had rushed to his soul in an Instant. He had been sleeping his last few hours on earth away, and he seemed in his horror already to feel the clammy touch of death around his heart. Rousing himself up, however, he got out of bed and made his toilet with the occasional kindly assistance of the keepers. He had weakened terribly, and the deputies and keepers shook their heads and spoke in whispers. They feared It might be necessary to carry the wretched man to the scaffold. HIS BREAKFAST WAS BROUGHT HIM, a light one, and he ate sparingly. His manner was excessively nervous, and bis hands trembled as he brought the cap to his Hps. FITTING THE ROPE. Daring this tlms the assistants without had been as noiselessly as possible stretching the awnings, one above the scaffold Itself and the other pendent from the "bridge of sighs" across the yard. The object of this, it will be remembered, Is to screen the execution from those who might endeavor to look on from the npper stories or roofs of bindings near the Tombs. The running rope was passed over the pulley In the beam, the great weights poised In the air, and the cutting rope laid along the plank and fastened to the cleat. The mattress to deaden the sound of the falling weight was placed In its position. This work, It may here be said, was quickly and well done. Foster heard nothing of It, but Its progress was marking time upon his heart, and he wonld stop fbr an instant lh his meal and then again begin, as ir to dlHtract the poignancy of his thoughts. He ceased eating, and the tray was removed. He sat still and silent, with the horror creeping upon him. After a moment Tns TRAMP, TRAMP. TRAMP of the police entering the prison yard la echoed from the dull granite walls and smites in upon the bitter thoughts of Foster. Stirred by a sudden revulsion he leans forward, then, to the astonishment of the lookers-on, starts up as If he bad been poisoned. The most delicate dish that ever cfuf concocted would have been like poison to him then. The sudden shock of the ominous traiqp on the hulning brain acted on the stomach and he vomited several times until HK I'ET.L BACKWARD ? with whitened cheeks, bluish, quivering lips and glassy eyeballs sunk far into their sookets. It was a horrible sight. A messenger was despatched for Dr.Vandewater, whl, at once penetrating the cause of the sudden sickness, was nevertheless astonished at the picture of agony and fear which Foster presented. A little warm cofTee was administered, and by degrees the doomed man's face came back to a look of life. Supporting him on either side, he was walked up and down* the carrldor for a few minutes. Towards half-past eight the venerable Dr. Tyng, who had taken such deep interest in the case, entered the prison, accompanied by the tali, spare, young minister, the Rev. Mr. Walker. Foster now entered his cell with the clergymen, and remained listening to them for about half an hour, and speaking but little. THK OTHER MTRDKRICRH, The tramp 01 the policemen as they entered the yard rung, however, on other ears than Foster's with terrible effect. On tbe Uer ?bvvn.Ulm we the 8 | cells wnere the other murderers in oonflneff. They were celled op ea usual end given their1 breakfasts, but were egeln locked closely up, nor permitted to teke their usuel exercise art eight o'clock. Whet the preaege wee which Ailed their minda then cennot be told ; but they (elk every step thet rang on the flega aa though the heela were tremping on their hearta end cruBhing out the hope to which, one end all, they cting. Ah half-peat eight Sheriff Brennamand twenty of hie deputies, carrying their staves, paaaed through tha office Into the prison yard end thence Into thg| corridor ot the male prison, where thai were BANGED NBAB TUB CONDEMNED CELT. In two line*, facing each other. There they waited,, talklug in subdued whispers, while the man about to die listened within to the earnest appeals of bin aged spiritual adviser. Daring this time the crush In the outer office wall becoming greater every minute, and at about llva* minutes to nine o'clock those having passes wera< requesieu iv piuuucc iuein ana Die la tnroagn lil(* gate. This ww accomplished without any unnecessary delay, and the crowd was soon poshing close behind the doable line of police formed across the yard FACING TBI SCAFFOLD, Immediately on the north side of the entrance from" which Foster ww to pass. Exception to this rula of keeping the spectators back of the door waa made in favor of the press, for whose use three* rude benches were placed by the scaffold on the Elm street side. At nine o'clock exactly Sheriff, Drennan and Gnder Sheriff Joel O. Stevens entered! the cell and the clergymen came oat and stood lqf silence on either side of the door. TIIK PROCESS OF riNIONINO THS AIMS was submitted to by Foster with all meekness, antj . i the warrant was read. The face of the doomed mam now resumed Its ashy paleness; the noose ww rap* Idly adjusted, witn the knot under the left ears the black cap was placed loosely upon his head, and the awful toilet lor the gallows ww complete. Foe. ter was dressed In a black frock coat, with a CardW gan jacket beneath, and black pants. The solemn procession to the gallows was then formed. First went Tim TREMBLING AND FEEBLE CONDEMNED, supported on his left by sheriff Brennau and ot^ his right by Under Sheriff Stevens. The two cler^ gymcn followed and then the Deputy Sheriffs, twq( and two. The sun had burst forth In all the genial light of his Springtime splendor. White, ileecy clouds moved slowly across the deep blue of the sky. A, gentle breeze was blowing. Not much of thd| heavens, It is true, conld be seen from the prison yard; but what was visible seemed A MOCEERY OF THE AWFUL 8CBNB about to be enacted, and with which the gray gran* lte 01 the looming prison walls was so much better keeping. From the seats for the press the scene was striking. The yard la long, but narrow, and In north of the male prison door It seemed packed( witu human beings, to the number of 600 orfloo. The policemen lined the walls south of the scaffold, am| those across the yard, on acoount of their belgbtj cut off the view of most of the curloslty-seekera who stood behind. Ever and anon as the sun cams from behind a fleecy ctoud Its effulgence glinted ever the throng, burnishing whatever was brtghh with its glad rays. A strange silence prevailed,' which was first broken by THE SOFT COOING OF THE PIGEONS which perched upon the windows and ventilators el the prison. The crowd waited with bated breath^ It was evident that the sacrifice of life to law waa at hand. At twelve minutes after nine the prlsonf door was suddenly opened, and Dr. Nealla, thai Tombs surgeon, accompanied by hla assistant, Drj Vaudewater, and Drs. Budd, Marsh and Robinson, walked quickly to the side or the gallows. The pros cession now came slowly forth In the order alreadjt described. Alow marmur, like wind among Autumn! leaves, passed over the throng. Every civilian re* moved his hat, and then silence reigned againj The wretched man's face In the aanltght looked! yellowish while. HK WALKED FALTKHINGLV, as If the Strong arms or the Bheriff and his deputy were needed to help him on. His head drooped! npon his breast, and the blaok ribbons noon thel black cap flattered a little In the breeze. On! reaching the gibbet the man on the verge o! eternity was gently turned round an aa to face tha spectators. Lost to life as he was, he did not seem! lost to shame, for he immediately raised his let# lianu to his face and shaded it by RUBBING HIS BROWS. The Rev. Dr. Tying, in a clear voice, then corns menced to read the Episcopal service fer the cons demned, and the tall, spare, young minister gave tha responses. As the awful self-accusing words were! | recited the doomed man bowed his head still morew At the end of two minutes his weakness visibly Increased. His limbs trembled as with palsy, and A FAINT BUT AGONIZED GROAN escaped from his Hps. Ills left hand still nervously rubbed over his eyes and his body began to sway to and fro more painfully still. In gazing on hi4 agony the words of the service became an lntolerahle monotone. The strong frame of thai man, broken with unutterable despair, as 10 swayed like a reed in the wind and trem^ bled in every nerve, excluded all things else from the mind that oould appreciate the unspeakable misery rolled into those fast-, ebbing moments of his life. For live minutes tlior' reading continued, and Foster's weakness had so Increased that Sheriff Brennau whispered sharply to Dr. Tyng, "it's too long." The reverend gentleman indeed brought the service to a sudden olose, and, turning quickly to Foster, grasped his right hand and hurried away, overcome with emotion, followed by his assistants. He who has stood by a gallows tree can alone tell the nature of the moment that follows when, the clergymen goue, the Imminence of death seizes one with enthralling awe. The seconds to the oii-looker seem whole minutes; bat to the condemned, what are tneyf Sheriff Brennan went through the hand-grasping formality. All was done as expeditiously as possible to shorten the misery?that is, to shorten the life* for life then was a misery almost too deep to bear. The black cap was pulled over the face. A tremor ran through the miserable creature's tottering clay. The executioner, a nimble-Angered, darkeyed, stout built, medium-sized young man, stepped forward Instantly and linked the noose to the rope that dangled from the beam. A glance showed that it still hung slack. One second's pause la perfect silence, a handkerchief waved, the sharp sound of a failing axe, and at eighteen minutes past nine p08tbb'3 boot fairly leafed i.vto the air. The legs were Jerked up to the body convulsively, and opening wide as they relaxed, the heels came together with a sharp click. The lert hand wu also thrown upward, but fell immediately by hla side. In the Arst half minute following there were Ave distinct nervous writhing motions of the trunk. After these there was no sign of struggle. The cervical vertebrse were evidently dislocated by the ahock. Alter banging Ave minutes the body was lowered that the doctors might examine for signs of life. At twenty-seven minutes past nluo a faint trill was felt In the pulse. At thirty minutes past nine pulsation ceased at the wrist. At thirty-three minutes past nlue the hsart had ceased beating, and Justice had RXACTKD TUB rt'I.L PRNALTT for the murder of Avery D. Putnam. Such were the physicians' reports as they stood taking turns In listening at the breast of the thing of clay. Hut the crowd were wild with excitement. After the first shock the line or police moved closer to the scaffold, and the throng behind pressed close upon them. Necks were craned to catch a glimpse of the sight of shame. Men KLBOWKD AND 8IIOVRD BACH OTTIE1I, and a loud buzz of conversation arose, half It* anger and half In comment en the clay that once was a murderer and long before that again the carefully nurtured child of opulence, without a stain upon his name. The Sheriff summoned the jury to a room In the female prison, immee diately behind the scaffold, and they passed, som4 heedlessly and some with a shudder, by what fifteen minutes since was a man. The Coroner'^ Inquest was a short matter and Coroner Young .. rnwrrmnrn nB TEBTg

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