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John
"Yank" O'Neil was hanged for murder on January 7, 1898.
The case against him was circumstantial at best and he insisted
he was innocent to the end. But was he?
"Oh, this is hard, gentlemen," John O'Neil said
as the jail attendants led him to the gallows and bound his
hands and feet. Wearing his black burial suit, he professed his
innocence once more before the black hood was placed on his head
and the noose tightened around his neck.
"I forgive all who
have wronged me," he said. "May God have mercy on my
soul."
The scene had been
substantially different for O'Neil just six months earlier.
Accused of the January 8, 1897, rape and murder of Harriet
"Hattie" McCloud, a thirty-seven-year-old widow from
Shelburne Falls, O'Neil faced three judges and a jury on a rainy
day the following July. He was calm and confident-he had even
joked with friends and reporters on his way into the courtroom—because
three days of testimony had failed to link him to the most
sensational murder that the area had seen in years. He was
beginning to feel like a free man.
The prosecuting attorney
leading the effort to convict O'Neil was Hosea Knowlton, the
attorney general for Massachusetts. Knowlton was no stranger to
heinous crime he had nearly convicted Lizzie Borden of the
gruesome ax murders of her parents just five years earlier.
Tension filled the damp courtroom as Knowlton stood to call the
next witness.
"Will David Davis
come to the stand, please?"
Davis! O'Neil paled and
jumped to his feet. He had met Davis in a jail cell in February,
when Davis was serving time for stealing chickens.
To pass those long days,
the two men had talked about women, sports, alcohol —and murder.
O'Neil had told Davis a great deal about the evening of January 8.
"It
was liquor that befouled Yank," Davis said to the jury, using
O'Neil's nickname. O'Neil had said that he wouldn't be in trouble
at all if he had stayed sober, Davis explained. He went on to
tell how O'Neil had hoped to get a ten-year sentence assigned out
of court, or at most a twenty-five-year sentence if the case went
to trial, because in spite of his participation in the crime,
"It wasn't me who did the chokin'," O'Neil had said.
Through
a barrage of over 100 subsequent witnesses, Knowlton reconstructed
the events surrounding the murder.
On Friday, January 8,1897, O'Neil started the day with a
stiff drink. He continued to pour alcohol down his throat
throughout the day, coaxing his friends to buy him drinks when his
money ran out. He wandered off to supper a little after 6:00 and
was gone for about twenty minutes. When
he returned—still drunk—he somehow had enough money to buy his
own drinks. He spent around thirteen dollars on alcohol before
he found himself broke once more.
Early the next
morning, George Crittendon set out to look for his daughter,
Hattie McCloud. She had gone out shopping the night before and had
not yet returned; Crittendon feared she had had a dizzy spell
walking back and had fainted somewhere along the road. He walked
only a short distance before he found her frozen body. Some change
she had received from merchants the night before—around
thirteen dollars —was missing.
The report from
examining doctors indicated that Hattie had been grabbed
violently from behind, raped, and strangled. A reward of $500 was
offered for the capture of the killer.
By the following
Tuesday, the police had a good idea that O'Neil was the culprit.
They surrounded his Green Street house in Shelburne Falls,
arrested him, and took him to the county jail in Greenfield. It
was there that O'Neil met Davis.
By the end of the
testimony, the situation was grim for John O'Neil. Davis had
explained that O'Neil said a drifter named William O'Connell had
done the actual killing; O'Connell, however, cleared himself
with a sound alibi. A storekeeper described how O'Neil had entered
his store and talked about the murder, grabbing the
storekeeper's throat suddenly in a mock demonstration of
technique. The jury seemed convinced of O'Neil's guilt.
In a desperate attempt to save his client's life, lawyer
Charles Parkhurst closed the trial with a 4˝-hour speech, using
the same logic that had acquitted Lizzie Borden. The twenty
minutes O'Neil could not account for, he argued, was not enough
time for him to find Hattie, rape, rob, and kill her, and get back
to town. At the end of the speech, the trial was officially over.
The jury deliberated for
just over an hour. O'Neil stood as the jury filed into the
courtroom; "Guilty as charged," the foreman said with
little emotion. O'Neil dropped into his chair, buried his face in
his hands, and wept for half an hour as the courtroom cleared.
The Franklin County Jail
on January 7,1898, was filled with over 100 invited spectators and
a gallows rented from Hampden County. A hush fell over the room as
O'Neil entered.
"Oh, this is hard,
gentlemen," he said as the jail attendants led him to the
gallows and bound his hands and feet. Wearing his black burial
suit, he professed his innocence once more before the Hack hood
was placed on his head and the noose tightened around his neck.
"I forgive all who
have wronged me," he said. "May God have mercy on my
soul."
Sheriff
Isaac Chenery pulled the lever on the trap door. Thirteen minutes
later, O'Neil was declared dead of strangulation, his dimming
pulse recorded by medical officials each minute until his death.
On January 1, 1900, the electric chair replaced the
hangman's noose as the legal method of execution in Massachusetts.
John O'Neil, age twenty-seven years, five months, was the last man
in the Bay State to swing from the gallows.
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