Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1894-03-01
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Was it a dream?

tacle presented itself. In front of me
was scaffoId supporting a guillotine.
A man was pinioned, with his neck
resting on the block, the tall execution
er standing ready to pull the cord and
hberate the shining blade that hung
aloft. Around were grouped priest
and state officials dressed in French cos
TUNES of the last century. And the
pale moon shed its somber light over
all. In moment recollected that
must be in the chamb Der of horrors of
Paul's waxwork exhibition.
Twas spending week in town, sight
seeing. The preceding day had been a
very fatiguing one, but | had promised
myself an evening at the waxworks,
and l had made arrangements for every
other night during my short stay, SO l
went.
There is nothing so firing as an ex-
hibition, no matter what its character
may be, and after walking up and down
long galleries and climbing and de-
scending stairs for sevearl hours 1 was
completely dead beat" Consequently,
when / found large block of wood
an executioner's block, have since as
certained it to have benin seclud-
ed corner of the chamber of horrors,
sat down to rest.
] must have Immediately fallen
asleep and escaped the notice of the at
tendants when they closed the building
for the night. When l awoke, the
chamber was as still as a tomb, and
bright moonlight, streaming in through
the tall window, gave the place weird
and unearthly appearance as it fell on
the hideous throng of the worlds great
criminals.
1 rose from my seat and glanced
/ am not superstitious man,
nor am / particularly nervous, but a
queer sensation crept over me. Perhaps
the night air was chilly. Perhaps /
had taken cold. must get out of the
place somehow.
The moon was row hidden behind a
bank of clouds, and the place became
quite dark. l stretched out my hand,
and it touched something. Ugh! Cold,
like the flesh of dead mani 1t was
the face of one of that murderous crew.
What fool wasl They were only
wax figures. That was all, of course. /
tried to laugh at my absurd situation,
but the attempt was failure and left
me more uncomfortable than ever.
Perhaps they were smiling at me in the
darkness. Absurdi How could wax fig
ures smile?
And yet suppose that the spirits Of
these evil men and women haunted their
counterfeit presentments. Living GRIM
inals, it was said, could not resist re-
turning to the scenes of their crimes,
and these mute statues were clothed in
the very garments in which the crimes
had been conmitted-gsrments from
which the guilty stains had never been
washed.
What was that?
/ had taken hold Of something made
of cold metal. Horrorl I felt it to be
one of the knives with which murder
had been committed. | was behaving
like an idiot. I knew it, and l told
myself SO. But it was no use. could
not help wishing were anywhere else.
A vault or crypt would be cheerful
compared with this horrible place. The
very air seemed to smell of crime. /
crept forward until l came to some
steps. Perhaps this was the way out.
went up and reached out into the
darkness.
A handl A footi A body kneelingl
Great heavensl / had ascended the
scaffold-was the one solitary living
being present at that awful mute mum
merry going on in the darkness of the
night
This sort of thing leads to madness, :"
I told myself, as I crawled backward
down the stairs. But what was 10 be
done? / must get out somehow, or my
nerves would not stand the strain.
Never until now had / realized how
weak ones intellect really is. If any
body had told me few hours before
that had so much dormant imbecility
in me, should have been indignant.
am, moreover, an imaginative man,
and imagination is curse on such oc-
casfons.
However, determined that would
not give wcy In this manner. Advanc-
ing in another direction, was stopped
by a wooden wall or partition. Just
then the moon came out for a few mo-
ments, and I saw that was looking in
10 prisoners dock.
There, close in front of me, stood
some Of the men and women who dur
ing the present century had become
most notorious in crime. Their fea-
lures were, in a number of cases, famil-
lar to me from old books and recent
prints.
I instantly recognized, among others,
Burke and Hare, the former Of whom
was convicted in 1929 of horrible
series OF murders - u his
accomplice; James L4oo4....l i'd Rush,
the Stanfield Hall murderer of 1S46;
Maria and George Manning. the two
atrocious criminals of 1S49; William
Palmer, the Rugeley poisoner of 1856,
and William Fish, Catherine Wilson,
Henry Wainwright, the Stauntons, Le-
troy and Lipski of later dates.
What a blood guilty assemblage with
which to pass the night How the crime
Of every individual seemed indehbly
written on his facei
One mans expression transfxed me,
held me speJlbound and filed me with
loathing and horror. Who he was did
not know, but could not take my eyes
from his face. And when the place
sgain grew dark / saw it still standing
out alone in the surrounding gloom,
with the suppressed grin Of cruel and
unrelenting fiend.
I hid my face in my hands. ! threw
myself on the floor until the vision
slowly faded away, leaving me trem-
bling in every limb. ! dare not get up
nor open my eyes for fear that / should