Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1895-05-05

ntenJly tO Uue SIrlklQg or some CLOCK when petrified-an attitude in reality attributed to Jack Ketch's fashion of knotting his neclxties under the left ears of the gentlemen to whom he acts as valet on one occasion only. A closer glance reveals on each cast little dent just where that fatal knot pressed into the necl1tie wearer's flesh, and, running from this indentation around the neck, a horrible little furrow, well ridged above, shows how tightly the neclxtie moose was drawn when it's wearer went dancing in it's loop into the gates of eternity.
 One of these casts is that of the head of a woman. She does not appear so utterly horrible in plaster but that she may have been quite beautiful in life. Large allowance must be made for these plaster portraits. They never fiatter On the contrary, they quite abuse. A lady who has very recently died hard of strangulation can scarcely be expected to wear pleasant smile or be prepared to have pretty likeness made. She is certain to be in most shocking form, in fact Her eyes will surely bulge and her cheeks puff up. Her lips are likely to pout, not charm ingly. So, despite the fat contortions of the only lady on this shelf, it is quite possible that when she lived and killed her lovers wife, she was quite hand some enough to justify man in loving her.
 The most striking figure in this night 1,S h s1r1, | up above his companions. If there is aught in the theory of phrenology, then this man was not responsible for what he did-he was made to be murderer. l No one knows, now, who he was, or l whom he killed, for his label was lost when he was moved from old Scotland Yard to new. But the chap whe is sec ond from the left end of the shelf, and whose head is tilted at such an extraor- dinarily quizzing angle, is a well-re- membered person. He assassinated six and he roamed at liberty for years before he was brought back to the toilet parlor on Ludgate Hill to have his necktie knotted by Jack Ketch's expert l fingers.
 One or two there are among this grim collection who have been dead and preserved in plaster for so long a time that it was not impossible that they died at the hands of Charles Dick ens' Samson, who died himself on the day that Barnaby Rudge was to have swung from Tyburn Hill in the same "beautiful style" in which it had been l his pride to work off" others At the extreme end-left-is the most villain ous of all these seven butchers faces. l Thick lips, flat nose, lowering brows, l high cheek bones-it is almost low negro's head. The man who owned it's original killed his baby in order that he might sell it's little carcass to q medical man for purposes of dissection. About this precious company hang frames in which are photographs of many of their kind. But, unlike the casts, these photos were made before the murderers had paid the penalties of 1 their crimes. One or two are good-loolS- l ing, and one womans face (whose his- 1 tory 1 did not learn) is impressed upon my memory because of its almost ethereal beauty. Strange thing-pas- sioni To make woman with such a 1 face do murder!
 Nor even with those photographs of men and women who have shed human blood do the horrors of this side wall cease. Below the shelf is another group not less te1ltale of unpardonable wick edness. Ranged on little nails, with a regularity which is grim, are revolvers fourteen of them-from each one of which sped bullet carrying death to its mark and it's marksman alike
 One entire glass case is devoted to the relics of the murder of Mrs. Hogg and her pretty baby by Mrs. Pearcey. Mrs. Peareey was jealous jealous to the point which forced her to commit two murders The extraordinary thing about this crime was that the murder ess cut her victims bodies up, and, placing them in the dead baby's peram- bulator, wheeled them over good part of the west end of London before she found a place where she felt that she could safely dispose of them. Her judg-