MURDERER FOY DIED EASILY.

 

The Doctors Said His Electrocution
Was the Most Successful Yet -
Story of His Crime.

 

(Special to The World.)

            DANNEMORA, N.Y., Oct.23. – Martin Foy’s father and brother called on him this morning.  After their departure, Father Belanger stayed with him until 11:47, when he was taken to the death chamber.  He was very pale, but showed no other sign of fear.  In his hand was a crucifix, upon which he gazed steadily, not even looking up at the witnesses.  He spoke not a word.

 

          Foy was quickly strapped in the death chair.  At the signal a current of 1,640 volts was sent through his body for four seconds.  The current was then gradually reduced to 150 volts, and at the end of forty-five seconds was increased again to 1,640 volts for two seconds and then shut off.

 

          Dr. Ransom, the prison physician, said death ensued at the first contact.  There was no burning of the flesh and the body moved only when the strength of the current was changed.  An appearance of breathing after contact was broken was due, the doctors said, to gas in the stomach.

 

          All present agreed that it was the most successful electrocution since the law went into effect.  An autopsy as held at 1 o’clock and the body was taken to Saratoga by the father and brother.  Electrician Davis applied the electrodes. 

 

          Martin Foy was a race-track enthusiast.  At Saratoga he met Miss Henrietta Wilson, of Philadelphia, and they lived together there and in New York very happily until Foy discovered that Henrietta was entertaining other men.  At Saratoga, May 13, 1892, Foy learned that Dick Shay, of Saratoga, and Miss Wilson had been seen together.  He pawned his overcoat and with the money bought a revolver.  He went first to her room and destroyed all her dresses.  When he found her on the street he shot her.  She fell and Foy ran to her and shot her again.  Then he made a pretense of shooting himself, and fell to the sidewalk.  But seeing the wounded girl rolling about in agony upon the ground close by him, he raised himself and, cursing her with horrid oaths, exclaimed: “Ain’t you dead yet!” and shot her again in the head.  She died the next day.

 

          While confined in the Ballston Jail Foy escaped twice, the first time having been brought back from San Francisco.  He was born in England about twenty-six years ago, was single, a hostler by occupation, and of intemperate habits.