The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-03-04
THE BARRIERS MANIA.

John Rhett. the handsomest young |
ran in the county. he of the raven locks |
aad with the beautiful black mustache
that the women adored-John Rhest
walked into the barber shop In York
vile for a shave.
1t was cold day and there were three
or four OF his friends. besides severa!
tonsoria artists, standing around the
stove at the time, but the man who al
ways did his work being idle he walked
directly over and threw himself into the
comfortable chair.
The barber was tall, well built young
fellow by the name of Henry Casey,
whom Rhett had known for long time.
The usual preparatory process was gone
through with and then he sharpened mis-
razor and went to work. but he started
of in a manner that made Rhett uncom-
forable from the first. This was due 70
the unusual and seemingly reckless way
in which lie handled the razor. There
was entirely too much flourish about 1t
to make one feel easy. he would whirl
it round in one or two cries before 1t
touched the face. and then take it off
again in the same artistic style. This
may have looked very pretty to spec
tasor, but to the person who formed the
center of these concentric circles, Rhett
thought it was anything bat pleasant.
At first he was inclined TO think the fell
low was drinking. But ne soon dismissed
this idea, for the work was being done
well and skillfully and as no drunken
man could do H. Finally he told Casey
that he didn't like any such fiourishes
around his head, and TO stop it.
But the only reply he received was the
press of the BARRIERS finger against his
throat, and short kissing keep still"
This made Rhett mad, and he started
to express himself very forcibly, but
when he looked up at the man who
stood drawing the sharp razor over his
face his anger gave way to far more
fearful feeling. The words died on his
lips and sudden CHILL crept over his
body.
He had looked into the wild, excited
eyes of maniac.
Don't you move or say word; II you
do I'll cut your throat came again IN a
suppressed whisper. as that sharp, cum
ming face bent near to his.
'Do you know" said the barber "a be
kept on with the work; 'do you know
that this Will be your last shave-that /
intend to Kill you with this same razor
the moment have finished:
II Io-o love- ,,-.ptaJ 70 Y,ooEa tho av.
pertinent" he continued as he went rap
idly on, lust to see how quickly 1t could
be done. Perhaps you think | am crazy,
but you are wrong. | only want TO do
this work in the interest OF science. /
believe it will prove to be the most pain
less and quickest of all deaths. If | sue
coed today, as expect to do, my method
may become the public mode of execu-
ton in this country, supplanting the gal
lows. You see what an honor 1t viii be
to have started such reform in capital
punishment. Ny name will become i'm
mortal. There viii be none of the sus-
pense attending executions now; none OF
the terrible scenes at the gallows. You
simply take the condemned man in for
a shave and before he knows it he is In
eternity"
He kept on talking in this rapid. ex-
cited way, and kept on shaving.
Rhett heard his friends conversing on
the other side of the room, and he turned
his head to see if he could tell them OF
his danger. But it was quickly jerked
back in position, and the barber told
him if he did that again or tried TO get
out of the chair it wonld be the signal
for his death. And the wicked CLEAN Of
his eve more than his words showed that
he was in terrible earnest. Under the
circumstances the intended victim
thought it best not to move again, and
so he laid there as still as death.
But his brain was not idle. 1t was
working with the rapidity OF lightning.
and well it might.
Rhett had always been regarded as a
cool and brave young man; he had proved
il on more than one trying occasion.
And he determined in this last extremity
to be himself and to meet the sharp cum
ming Of the maniac with an equal cum
ming.
Then commenced fercs and hidden
game between those two-a game In
which one knew the prize for him was
life, and. if he lost, the profit death
Henry said the young man, and he
smiled, though his heart was beating
fast, you shouldn't try TO frighten a
good customer in that way. You know
YOU wouldn't Kill an old friend like me"
"Tn show you, Mr.. Rhett. half
shrieked the barber, and the cleaning
eve grew 6ercer AID the voice trernbled
with passion.
Rbett saw that this had only added
fuel to the fame. and ne began 70 despair
of conciliating the mailman.
.aYes." said Casey, and his wild hand
grew wilder and TIE razor pressed harder
upon his victims face. yes. you must
die this very hour for the sake Of science
Why. il win Do NOBLE death Ton
ought TO feel honored 70 perish u such .
czuae-"
The young man wa now thoroughly
frightened, ard be watched for an OPP
porsunity to spring from TIE chair and
escape But lie looked II vsar- Though
the barber occasionally relaIed the stern
grip upon his throat. re. he still bid
hiu with his giittering eye-
"You see, the criminal VIII nos Know
tia. his hour Is az hand Tbs barber
will be taken into The jail 70 give him .
shaye. and without fear or txsz.or,
xi.hou. single thought Of death. be
VIII be hurled into another vortd- Talk
about eIecuting by electricity. Sut riy