Exit Harry Hayward

MiNNBAPOLis, Deu. 12.- Hmry Hayward, murderer of Catheriao Sing, was hanged here at 3:06o'oioek ia the inornlng. The time of exeouüon had been fixed by Governor Glough at "bet ween midnight and dawn." On the seaffuld Huywtird made a statement f flve monotes duration. Whilo not niakiug a confos8ion, ho said ha hoped öod woald forgive hiin for all the harm ha had aver done. Shortly after midnight the dopufcy shorifls eutorod his cell and the moren to the gallows was commonoed. Hayward ghowed no fear on the trip. When he arrived at the foot of the fatof ui object tha was to end his career ko said: "Pull it tight. I die pat." He was dreasod ia immaculate evening suit and looked as if he wero ready to go to a party izistoad of go ing to his death. He mounted the gallovvj with a laugh on his lipa and went down with the trap, just as he utteced the words Hghtly, "Let her go, Mogarden." The words were direoted co tha ohiei deputy. Trippeti on tUo Gwo, Harry Hayward enterod tho deatb chainbér with the sama O;isy stride thafc marked his promcnailsa wlieo he waa a swaggering youth in society. "tjood evoning, gentloincn," he said, in clear, evon tonos, as ha bowed his way into the room, wearing his somber garbs jauntily that its grotesuenosa wa8 forgotten. As he made his way m the stairs to tlio BOaffold he u-ippwi on kis unacoustomcd gown. ïhis amusud him and he laugli at the first step. Carefully plac.lna his feot on tho marked spots, he drew his splendid ligure to ita greatest hight and glaneod about with calm face, occusionally Urigiitenod by Biiillo of recognition as he dosoried 6OJne friend in the crowd. Upon Ueing aeked if he had anything to aay, no replied ín a cartilesB, drawling tone: S'arcwell to H.ia Prienda. "Well, yos." He moisteaed his Mpa with his tougue. "Well, to you all," he bogan. "Thero has boea a good deuï of curiosity and wonder at iny action, and some of you think that I aut a very devü1 - with a peculiar drawliag aocont on the first syllable of that word- "and if yoa all knuw my whole life yo woald think so ;ül the more. I ha va diotated the fult Btateinent on all my lifs to Bdward Goodsell, J. T. Minnix, aad a stenographer- Let's Bee, whnt's that stonographers naraef" - and Hayward peared down orer the edge of his scaffold as if eKpeottetg some one tD answer. After remembering ali tho friends to whom be wished to say farawell, and expressing his forgiveness of his brother Adry, Hajward stood a. moment in thought, as if telling the aaiues of those he wished to remember in his last words. Satisfied apparoiitly that all had been done that he had intended, ka half turneé and said: "I guess that's ali. Now, Phü Megaarden, go anead." His law Purpled SLiRlitly. The straps were quickly adjusted. Aa the noose settled down over his head, he said: "Xt's see, where does the knot go, untler the right ear? No, it's táie left, isnt it? Pleaso pull it tigkt. That's good. Keep your courage up, gontlemen." Tno prisoner's iace pui-pied slightly as tho noose tightened and the visor of tho black tap was turned down. It was Harry's last glimpse of earth. "Pull her tight; 111 stand pat. Megaarden stepped baok, rnised his hand in tho fatal signal.aiid iike a shot th; body dropped throuU tho opaned trap. There was uot a tremor or struggle, and the spectators waltod whilo the doctor listened to the fluttermg iieart. Thirteen long minutes passad. Dr. Burtoa stepped back, and tho spcetacors begun to filo out.