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someone in the hajlway.
We looked out of Peters' pffice
and saw a double line of deputy
sheriffs, leading from the main
door 'of the jail. Between them
was passing a line, of 42 physi
cians who were heing admitted
to the death chamber.
Peters went to the telephone
and called up the state's attorney.
There's a fellow who's trying
a four-flush in Judge Latidis'
court to make us put off this
hanging. It's a piece of hocus
pocus. The fellow just wants to
get into the limelight. I want
you to understand that I'm going
to go right along with this business."
m When he had hung up the re
ceiver, .Peters said to a deputy:
"Fix up the sawbones! Get
them m their chairs and then
we'll get busy."
TreW.' Press!" a deputy
called. That meant that the
dozen newspapermen were to go
into the death chamber.
A doctor tried to squeeze in
"No! No! You can't go with
these fellows. Sit down with the
doctors. You can examine the
corpses with them."
The doctors all sat irt chairs, at
the foot of the high scaffold.
I heard one doctor with whis
kers talking to another.
"Hanging is all damn, foolish
ness," he said. "Now here are
four good strong men. One of
them has a penniless wife and
baby. The murdered mart left a
penniless wife and baby. Why
don't they 'put these four men in
jail somewhere, for life, and
make them work to support the
two penniless women and their
babies? Ain't it damti foolishness
to kill them?"
I heard a guard say:
"There's a fellow in New York'
city who's the best executioner in
the country. He's killed 140 and
he never makes a miscue. Must
have nerve, huh?"
"What'll you have to eat?" one
reporter asked another when1 they
sat down to a reporters' table that
was covered with a whije cloth.
" YowJ yow ! yow ! yow !" These
noises came from the tells. In
mates of the jail -were rattling
their bars, yelling and pounding
tin cups. The death mardh had
"They'll show up ardynd th'at
corner in a minute,' said one re
porter. "I'm an old hand in this
hanging room. I've seeh 17 hang
There was the shuffle of Teet on
the iron floor and the procession
walked onto the gallows from an
upper tier. There was a priest, in
white, officers in blue and two
men, roughly dressed the Shib
All you could hear was the
murmur of the priest's prayer,
and piUrmur of the men, who re
peated his words in low tones.
What were they saying? What
kind of a prayer do meii mike on
No one could hear their words.
The brothers kissed the cross
which the priest; held to them.
While this was going on their
legs and arms were beirfg