, 1898-11-03
y SCENE OF HORROR.
sLAuGHTERINe A CRIMINAL BY THE
GUiLLOTINE IN PARIS.

A WOman's Description of the shock-
ing Spectacle That Always Attracts
the Outcasts of the French Capital.
After tie Fearful Knife Ha. Fallen.
In these rushing times we might take
for motto Something New, AL
ways Something New" Consequently,
l imagine that tho impressions of a
woman at the foot of the guillotine
would not be commonplace. Twas pres
ent at n performance in the Place de
la Roquette, where NJ. de Paris and his
assistants officiated in the name of SO
called justice. The horrible spectacle
haunts and racks the mind and tends
rather to REINFORCE the partisans of the
abolition of capital punishment. The
horror of the punishment imposed rem
ders q guilty man almost worthy of
pity. The sight Of a human being,
dragged like a beast to the slaughter
house, up eveu to the sinister seesaw,
is terrible.
l know many people may be astonish-
ed that anybody could be moved to pity
tor the ferocious brute, Carrara, who
transformed his mushroom establish
ment into a crematory and had no mer-
cy for the unfortunate young man, La
mara, whom he threw into the fire
after having murdered him for the pur-
pose of robbery. | know all that, and I
do not dispute the fact that the Italian
was a monster, but that is no reason
why we should not be disguised at the
spectacle which was presented to our
eyes and which 1 will now endeavor to
describe with the impartiality of a sim
pie spectator, without resentment or
prejudice, but with a heart that revolts
against a scene that has neither the
grandeur nor the majesty of a punish
ment inflicted. but rather exhibits the
cowardice and baseness of a vengeance
which hides itself from the light Of day.
The execution was fixed for 4 O'Clock
in the morning, but from the hour of
midnight the n~eighborhood Of the
Grande Roquette was swarming with
an updulating and mocking crowd.
JaiIbirls, murderers, footpads aud wom-
en- Of tie streets assembled there to see,
al they said. ''the Italian animal short
ened."
Journalists were admitted into the
narrow space &C often described, with
its FIVE sinister tones and its Legendary
gas jet which is never lighted except OIL
the evening before al execution.
There In the rain we watched the set
ting up Of that horrible machine which,
according to the legend, Cagliostro
showed in a glass of clear water to the
terrified Marie Antoinette. In the yell
low and spectral light of the gas jet
that flickered in the wind these prepa-
rations were hideous to witness. AL
most ON a level with the ground stands
the scaffold with its two arms in the
air brandishing the sparkling knife.
And I, q woman, in the presence Of
these preparations, could not help think
ing Of the family of the wretch whose
head was soon to fall into the basket. l
thought Of his little children, who were
at that moment sleeping soundly some.
where, and of his wife, equally guilty
with him, and who. as it were, pushed
her husband into tho arms Of the execu-
toner as u last resort to save herself.
What remorse will be hers when they
tell her abruptly: "Carrara has suffered
his punishment. You are a widoww
But the day was dawning, and the
lamps were going out. At the windows
and even on the roofs numbers of spec
tators were gathered as if to witness
some carnival. Tho sight was heart
rending. Mounted gendarmes and sol
diers gradually came out OF the dark.
ness, and one might be inclined to rail
such q display Of force at the execu-
ton Of a wretch paralyzed by fear, who
in . few moments would appear upon
the scene tied hand and foot.
There was some little commotiOn
among the crowd when people began to
point at q thin, old man who hobbled
about with the gestures Of q dancing
jack to see il the knife in the brass n
ners was in good working order. This
was Deibler, the executioner, a ghost
with a white beard, who adjusted the
instrument with the indifference of .
grocer weighing his goods. Suddenly
there was profound silence; the rain
was over, heads were uncovered and
motionless. Breathless and almost in
agony the crowd followed with staring
eyes the movement Of the doors Of the
prison, which at last opened wide.
A suppressed "Ahr" came from many
contracted chests, while with pale faces
all gazed upon the assassin, whose
crime the mountebanks Of the fairs pop
,ularized. He was simply frigbtful to
look at, bowed down as he was with
terror. He did not look like a human
being. He looked like a beast. His in
telligence wal already dead and his
heart had lost all feeling. The instinct
Of the animal still remained. The sight
was dreadfully sad.
What followed beggars description.
The executioper and his aids seemed no
longer to be men employed to carry out
the ends Of Justice; they looked like
butchers They seized the condemned
man. some by the ears, some by the
legs, while others held down the canter
Of tho body and kept holding him up 10
the very moment when, with n sudden
rumble, the knife fell, the bead re-.
bounded into the basket and the abonh-
nation was at al end.
But one should be present and see the
pavements covered with blood, the CORY
Knife, the blood squirting fror, the dc.
capitated trunk. tho %isno-ninious wash
ing 1t the nearby fountain and the gut.
tors rolling to the sewer u purple color
I'd mud, in order to be able to compre-
bend al the horrors Of an execution in
Paxia-Exchange.
BsrSsL WITH EysEsasssa.
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