Czolgosz Sits in Sullen Silence
Only Once Did the Assassin Rouse Himself.
AUBURN, N. Y., Oct. 28.—With no more
feeling [than] an animal Leon Czolgosz, the strange wretch that
killed President McKinley, awaits his doom. He sees no persons other
than the guards who watch his every movement. He did not utter twenty
words during the entire day. He eats but little of the extra food
brought him. He does not ask to see the brother who came from Cleveland
at his request. His sole indication of interest was at the noise
made by the executioner in the chamber of death 26 feet from where
he sat in sullen silence.
It was just before his dinner was
brought. He had been sitting for three hours without saying a word.
Clarence Egnor, another condemned man, who occupies the next cell
to him, was reading from one of the prison books. Suddenly there
came the sound of a hammer and the voices of men moving in the death
It was State Electrician Davis, the
legal executioner, the twist of whose hand has sent 27 murderers
to their death. Davis, with an assistant, was testing the apparatus,
arranging the death chair to his satisfaction, connecting the wires.
As he gave directions Egnor stopped
reading and said to the guard in front of his cell: “They’re getting
the chair ready, ain’t they?”
The guard made no reply. But the question
aroused the wretch in the cell next to him. He got up and paced
the eight feet from door to wall feverishly, sat down again and
then walked or rather staggered to the door. The guard came to the
“Well,” he said, “what’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” said the assassin doggedly.
“I thought I heard something. I thought I heard something.”
The guard made no reply. The assassin,
hanging on to the door, looked moodily out at the outside wall.
He said nothing for a minute.
“What do you want?” asked the guard.
“No,” stammered the assassin, not
looking up. “I thought I heard something; that was all, that was
all. What was it? What did he mean? What did he mean, that man in
“He said they were getting the chair
ready,” said the guard.
The assassin staggered away from the
door and the other condemned man heard a moan as he sank back on
his couch. He had to be called twice before he obeyed the command
of the guard to eat his dinner. He ate sparingly and smoked only
an inch or two of the cigar which was handed to him.