The Penalty Paid—Czolgosz Is No More

     Leon Czolgosz, the assassin of President William McKinley, is no more. As the sun hovered over the horizon this morning the deadly electric current coursed through his miserable body, his soul sped to eternity and his eyes forever closed to the scenes of this world.
     Thus terminates the career of one of the most ruthless and cold-blooded murderers in the annals of American history.
     Whether a place for his immortal spirit has been prepared—whether his soul has found forgiveness or whether it has been doomed to perpetual punishment by the Almighty, is not for us to say or know. The high law of God and man has taken its course sustaining the passage “who sheds man’s blood through man shall his blood be shed.”
     It is fitting that the body of the universally detested murderer be quicklimed and that his clothes and letters be burned, thus closing the door upon the horde of morbid relic hunters, leaving no earthly vestige of the man who usurped Heaven’s authority and plunged the whole nation into a state of mourning and grief.
     The case of Czolgosz is as sad as is [sic] it is revolting. Here was a man flushing with the blood of youth, enjoying ing [sic] the benefits of an American education—with the world before him in which to carve a successful career, becoming madly imbued with the principle of anarchism, sallies forth and in the heat of the spirit that he was “doing his duty” attacked and foully murdered the head of the nation, tearing from an effectionate [sic] wife a devoted husband and from the country a man beloved by the people.
     Little did the watchful father or the caring mother dream of the wretched termination of their fondled offspring and little did they dream of the disgrace this son brought upon himself and his innocent family. He passes out of existence ignoble, detested, unpitied and unlamented; the memory o, [sic] his deed only will stand a [sic] warning to the followers of the red flag, under which his brand came.