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6–1. 300 N

Determine the force in each member of the truss, and state 400 N D C
if the members are in tension or compression.

2m

250 N
A
SOLUTION B
2m
Method of Joints: Here, the support reactions A and C do not need to be determined. 200 N
We will first analyze the equilibrium of joints D and B, and then proceed to analyze
joint C.

Joint D: From the free-body diagram in Fig. a, we can write

+ ©F = 0; 400 - FDC = 0
: x

FDC = 400 N (C) Ans.

+ c ©Fy = 0; FDA - 300 = 0

FDA = 300 N (C) Ans.

Joint B: From the free-body diagram in Fig. b, we can write

+ ©F = 0; 250 - FBA = 0
: x

FBA = 250 N (T) Ans.

+ c ©Fy = 0; FBC - 200 = 0

FBC = 200 N (T) Ans.

Joint C: From the free-body diagram in Fig. c, we can write

+ c ©Fy = 0; FCA sin 45° - 200 = 0

FCA = 282.84 N = 283 N (C) Ans.
+ ©F = 0; 400 + 282.84 cos 45° - NC = 0
: x
NC = 600 N

Note: The equilibrium analysis of joint A can be used to determine the components
of support reaction at A.

Ans:
Joint D,
FDC = 400 N (C)
FDA = 300 N (C)
Joint B,
FBA = 250 N (T)
FBC = 200 N (T)
Joint C,
FCA = 283 N (C)

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6–2.

Determine the force in each member of the truss and state P1

if the members are in tension or compression. Set
P1 = 20 kN, P2 = 10 kN.
B
C

1.5 m

P2 D

2m
Solution A

Method of Joints. Start at joint C and then proceed to join D.

Joint C. Fig. a
+ ΣFx = 0;    
S FCB = 0  Ans.

+ c ΣFy = 0;    FCD - 20 = 0 FCD = 20.0 kN (C)  Ans.

Joint D. Fig. b
3
+ c ΣFy = 0;  FDB a b - 20.0 = 0  FDB = 33.33 kN (T) = 33.3 kN (T) Ans.
5
+ ΣFx = 0; 4
S 10 + 33.33 a b - FDA = 0
5
FDA = 36.67 kN (C) = 36.7 kN (C) Ans.

Ans:
FCB = 0
FCD = 20.0 kN (C)
FDB = 33.3 kN (T)
FDA = 36.7 kN (C)

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6–3.

Determine the force in each member of the truss and state P1

if the members are in tension or compression. Set
P1 = 45 kN, P2 = 30 kN.
B
C

1.5 m

P2 D

2m
Solution A

Method of Joints. Start at joint C and then proceed to joint D.

Joint C. Fig. a
+ ΣFx = 0;   FCB = 0 
S Ans.

+ c ΣFy = 0;      FCD - 45 = 0    FCD = 45.0 kN (C)  Ans.

Joint D. Fig. b
3
+ c ΣFy = 0;   FDB a b - 45.0 = 0   FDB = 75.0 kN (T) Ans.
5

+ ΣFx = 0;   30 + 75.0 a 4 b - FDA = 0   FDA = 90.0 kN (C)

S Ans.
5

Ans:
FCB = 0
FCD = 45.0 kN (C)
FDB = 75.0 kN (T)
FDA = 90.0 kN (C)

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*6–4.

Determine the force in each member of the truss, and state D

if the members are in tension or compression. Set u = 0°. 3 kN

1.5 m

A C u
SOLUTION
B
Support Reactions: Applying the equations of equilibrium to the free-body diagram 2m 2m
of the entire truss,Fig.a, we have
4 kN
a + ©MA = 0; NC (2 + 2) - 4(2) - 3(1.5) = 0
NC = 3.125 kN
+
: ©Fx = 0; 3 - Ax = 0
A x = 3 kN

+ c ©Fy = 0; A y + 3.125 - 4 = 0
A y = 0.875 kN

Method of Joints: We will use the above result to analyze the equilibrium of
joints C and A, and then proceed to analyze of joint B.

Joint C: From the free-body diagram in Fig. b, we can write

3
+ c ©Fy = 0; 3.125 - FCD a b = 0
5
FCD = 5.208 kN = 5.21 kN (C) Ans.

4
+ ©F = 0;
: x 5.208 a b - FCB = 0
5
FCB = 4.167 kN = 4.17 kN (T) Ans.

Joint A: From the free-body diagram in Fig. c, we can write

3
+ c ©Fy = 0; 0.875 - FAD a b = 0
5
FAD = 1.458 kN = 1.46 kN (C) Ans.

4
+
: ©Fx = 0; FAB - 3 - 1.458a b = 0
5
FAB = 4.167 kN = 4.17 kN (T) Ans.

Joint B: From the free-body diagram in Fig. d, we can write

+ c ©Fy = 0; FBD - 4 = 0
FBD = 4 kN (T) Ans.
+ ©F = 0; 4.167 - 4.167 = 0 (check!)
: x

Note: The equilibrium analysis of joint D can be used to check the accuracy of the
solution obtained above.

Ans:
FCD = 5.21 kN (C)
FCB = 4.17 kN (T)
FAD = 1.46 kN (C)
FAB = 4.17 kN (T)
FBD = 4 kN (T)

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6–5.

Determine the force in each member of the truss, and state D

if the members are in tension or compression. Set u = 30°. 3 kN

1.5 m

A C u
SOLUTION
B
Support Reactions: From the free-body diagram of the truss, Fig. a, and applying 2m 2m
the equations of equilibrium, we have
4 kN
a + ©MA = 0; NC cos 30°(2 + 2) - 3(1.5) - 4(2) = 0
NC = 3.608 kN
+
: ©Fx = 0; 3 - 3.608 sin 30° - A x = 0
A x = 1.196 kN

+ c ©Fy = 0; A y + 3.608 cos 30° - 4 = 0

A y = 0.875 kN

Method of Joints: We will use the above result to analyze the equilibrium of
joints C and A, and then proceed to analyze of joint B.

Joint C: From the free-body diagram in Fig. b, we can write

3
+ c ©Fy = 0; 3.608 cos 30° - FCD a b = 0
5
FCD = 5.208 kN = 5.21 kN (C) Ans.

4
+ ©F = 0;
: x 5.208 a b - 3.608 sin 30° - FCB = 0
5
FCB = 2.362 kN = 2.36 kN (T) Ans.

Joint A: From the free-body diagram in Fig. c, we can write

3
+ c ©Fy = 0; 0.875 - FAD a b = 0
5
FAD = 1.458 kN = 1.46 kN (C) Ans.

4
+
: ©Fx = 0; FAB - 1.458 a b - 1.196 = 0
5
FAB = 2.362 kN = 2.36 kN (T) Ans.

Joint B: From the free-body diagram in Fig. d, we can write

+ c ©Fy = 0; FBD - 4 = 0
FBD = 4 kN (T) Ans.

+
: ©Fx = 0; 2.362 - 2.362 = 0 (check!)

Note: The equilibrium analysis of joint D can be used to check the accuracy of the
solution obtained above.
Ans:
FCD = 5.21 kN (C)
FCB = 2.36 kN (T)
FAD = 1.46 kN (C)
FAB = 2.36 kN (T)
FBD = 4 kN (T)

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6–6. The truss, used to support a balcony, is subjected to 60 kN 40 kN

the loading shown. Approximate each joint as a pin and
determine the force in each member. State whether the A B C
members are in tension or compression.
45° 45°

4m

SOLUTION E

D
4m 4m
Joint A:

+ c ΣFy = 0; FAD sin 45° - 60 = 0

FAD = 84.853 = 84.9 kN Ans.
+
S ΣFx = 0; FAB - 84.853 cos 45° = 0
FAB = 60 kN1T 2 Ans.

Joint B:
+ c ΣFy = 0; FBD - 40 = 0
FBD = 40 kN1C 2 Ans.
+ 60 kN
S ΣFx = 0; FBC - 60 = 0
FBC = 60 kN1T 2 Ans.

Joint D:

+ c ΣFy = 0; FDC sin 45° - 40 - 84.853 sin 45° = 0

FDC = 141.42 kN = 141 kN1T 2 Ans.
+
S ΣFx = 0; 84.853 cos 45° + 141.42 cos 45° - FOE = 0
FDE = 160 kN1C 2 Ans. 40 kN

60 kN

40 kN
84.853 kN

Ans:
Joint A,
FAD = 84.9 kN
FAB = 60 kN (T)
Joint B,
FBD = 40 kN (C)
FBC = 60 kN (T)
Joint D,
FDC = 141 kN (T)
FDE = 160 kN (C)

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6–7.

Determine the force in each member of the truss and state 4 kN

if the members are in tension or compression. 3m 3m 3m
B C

D
3m

A 5m
F
SOLUTION
E
Support Reactions:
5 kN
a + ©MD = 0; 4162 + 5192 - Ey 132 = 0 Ey = 23.0 kN

+ c ©Fy = 0; 23.0 - 4 - 5 - D y = 0 Dy = 14.0 kN

+ ©F = 0
: Dx = 0
x

Method of Joints:

Joint D:

FDE ¢ ≤ - 14.0 = 0
5
+ c ©Fy = 0;
234
FDE = 16.33 kN 1C2 = 16.3 kN 1C2 Ans.

16.33 ¢ ≤ - FDC = 0
+ ©F = 0; 3
: x
234
FDC = 8.40 kN 1T2 Ans.

Joint E:

FEA ¢ ≤ - 16.33 ¢ ≤ = 0
+ ©F = 0; 3 3
: x
210 234
FEA = 8.854 kN 1C2 = 8.85 kN 1C2 Ans.

23.0 - 16.33 ¢ ≤ - 8.854 ¢ ≤ - FEC = 0

5 1
+ c ©Fy = 0;
234 210
FEC = 6.20 kN 1C2 Ans.

Joint C:

+ c ©Fy = 0; 6.20 - FCF sin 45° = 0

FCF = 8.768 kN 1T2 = 8.77 kN 1T2 Ans.

+ ©F = 0;
: 8.40 - 8.768 cos 45° - FCB = 0
x

F CB = 2.20 kN T Ans.

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6–7. Continued

Joint B:

:
+ ©F = 0;
x 2.20 - FBA cos 45° = 0

FBA = 3.111 kN 1T2 = 3.11 kN 1T2 Ans.

+ c ©Fy = 0; FBF - 4 - 3.111 sin 45° = 0

FBF = 6.20 kN 1C2 Ans.

Joint F:

+ c ©Fy = 0; 8.768 sin 45° - 6.20 = 0 (Check!)

:
+ ©F = 0;
x 8.768 cos 45° - FFA = 0

FFA = 6.20 kN 1T2 Ans.

Ans:
FDE = 16.3 kN (C)
FDC = 8.40 kN (T)
FEA = 8.85 kN (C)
FEC = 6.20 kN (C)
FCF = 8.77 kN (T)
FCB = 2.20 kN (T)
FBA = 3.11 kN (T)
FBF = 6.20 kN (C)
FFA = 6.20 kN (T)

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*6–8. 4m
B C
Determine the force in each member of the truss. State
whether the members are in tension or compression. Set
P = 8 kN.

60° E 60°
A D

SOLUTION
4m 4m
Method of Joints: In this case, the support reactions are not required for P
determining the member forces.

Joint D:

+ c ©Fy = 0; FDC sin 60° - 8 = 0

FDC = 9.238 kN 1T2 = 9.24 kN 1T2 Ans.

+ ©F = 0;
: FDE - 9.238 cos 60° = 0
x

FDE = 4.619 kN 1C2 = 4.62 kN 1C2 Ans.

Joint C:

+ c ©Fy = 0; FCE sin 60° - 9.238 sin 60° = 0

FCE = 9.238 kN 1C2 = 9.24 kN 1C2 Ans.

+ ©F = 0;
: 219.238 cos 60°2 - FCB = 0
x

FCB = 9.238 kN 1T2 = 9.24 kN 1T2 Ans.

Joint B:

+ c ©Fy = 0; FBE sin 60° - FBA sin 60° = 0

FBE = FBA = F
+ ©F = 0;
: 9.238 - 2F cos 60° = 0
x

F = 9.238 kN

Thus,

FBE = 9.24 kN 1C2 FBA = 9.24 kN 1T2 Ans.

Joint E:

+ c ©Fy = 0; Ey - 219.238 sin 60°2 = 0 Ey = 16.0 kN

+ ©F = 0;
: FEA + 9.238 cos 60° - 9.238 cos 60° - 4.619 = 0
x

FEA = 4.62 kN 1C2 Ans.

Note: The support reactions Ax and Ay can be determinedd by analyzing Joint A

using the results obtained above.

Ans:
FDC = 9.24 kN 1T2, FDE = 4.62 kN 1C2
FCE = 9.24 kN 1C2, FCB = 9.24 kN 1T2
FBE = 9.24 kN 1C2, FBA = 9.24 kN 1T2
FEA = 4.62 kN 1C2

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6–9. 4m
B C
If the maximum force that any member can support is 8 kN
in tension and 6 kN in compression, determine the
maximum force P that can be supported at joint D.

60° E 60°
A D

SOLUTION
4m 4m
Method of Joints: In this case, the support reactions are not required for P
determining the member forces.

Joint D:

+ c ©Fy = 0; FDC sin 60° - P = 0 FDC = 1.1547P 1T2

+ ©F = 0;
: x FDE - 1.1547P cos 60° = 0 FDE = 0.57735P 1C2

Joint C:

+ c ©Fy = 0; FCE sin 60° - 1.1547P sin 60° = 0

FCE = 1.1547P 1C2

+ ©F = 0;
: x 211.1547P cos 60°2 - FCB = 0 FCB = 1.1547P 1T2

Joint B:

+ c ©Fy = 0; FBE sin 60° - FBA sin 60° = 0 FBE = FBA = F

+ ©F = 0;
: 1.1547P - 2F cos 60° = 0 F = 1.1547P
x

Thus,

FBE = 1.1547P 1C2 FBA = 1.1547P 1T2

Joint E:
+ ©F = 0;
: FEA + 1.1547P cos 60° - 1.1547P cos 60°
x

- 0.57735P = 0

FEA = 0.57735P 1C2

From the above analysis, the maximum compression and tension in the truss
member is 1.1547P. For this case, compression controls which requires

1.1547P = 6

P = 5.20 kN Ans.

Ans:
P = 5.20 kN

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6–10. L
B C
Determine the force in each member of the truss in terms of
the load P and state if the members are in tension or
compression. L L L L

A D
E
SOLUTION L L

Entire truss: P

a + ©MA = 0; -P(L) + Dy (2 L) = 0

P
Dy =
2

P
+ c ©Fy = 0; - P + Ay = 0
2

P
Ay =
2
+ ©F = 0;
: Ax = 0
x

Joint D:

P
+ c ©Fy = 0; -FCD sin 60° + = 0
2

FCD = 0.577 P (C) Ans.

+ ©F = 0;
; FDB - 0.577P cos 60° = 0
x

FDB = 0.289 P(T) Ans.

Joint C:

+ c ©Fy = 0; 0.577 P sin 60° - FCE sin 60° = 0

FCE = 0.577 P (T) Ans.

+ ©F = 0;
: FBC - 0.577 P cos 60° - 0.577P cos 60° = 0
x

FBC = 0.577 P (C) Ans.

Due to symmetry:

FBE = FCE = 0.577 P (T) Ans.

FAB = FCD = 0.577 P (C) Ans.

FAE = FDE = 0.577 P (T) Ans.

Ans:
Joint D:
FCD = 0.577 P (C)
FDB = 0.289 P (T)
Joint C:
FCE = 0.577 P (T)
FBC = 0.577 P (C)
Due to symmetry:
FBE = FCE = 0.577 P (T)
FAB = FCD = 0.577 P (C)
FAE = FDE = 0.577 P (T)

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6–11.

Each member of the truss is uniform and has a weight W. L

B C
Remove the external force P and determine the approximate
force in each member due to the weight of the truss. State if
the members are in tension or compression. Solve the
problem by assuming the weight of each member can be L L L L
represented as a vertical force, half of which is applied at
each end of the member.
A D
E
L L

SOLUTION
Entire truss:

W a b - 2 W(L) - W a L b - W(2 L) + Dy (2 L) = 0
3 L 3 3
a + ©MA = 0; -
2 2 2 2
7
Dy = W
2

Joint D:

7
+ c ©Fy = 0; W - W - FCD sin 60° = 0
2

FCD = 2.887W = 2.89 W (C) Ans.

+ ©F = 0;
: 2.887W cos 60° - FDE = 0
x

FDE = 1.44 W (T) Ans.

Joint C:

3
+ c ©Fy = 0; 2.887W sin 60° - W - FCE sin 60° = 0
2

FCE = 1.1547W = 1.15 W (T) Ans.

+ ©F = 0;
: FBC - 1.1547W cos 60° - 2.887W cos 60° = 0
x

FBC = 2.02 W (C) Ans.

Due to symmetry:

FBE = FCE = 1.15 W (T) Ans.

FAB = FCD = 2.89 W (C) Ans.

FAE = FDE = 1.44 W (T) Ans.

Ans:
Joint D:
FCD = 2.89 W (C)
FDE = 1.44 W (T)
Joint C:
FCE = 1.15 W (T)
FBC = 2.02 W (C)
Due to symmetry:
FBE = FCE = 1.15 W (T)
FAB = FCD = 2.89 W (C)
FAE = FDE = 1.44 W (T)

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*6–12.

Determine the force in each member of the truss and state E

if the members are in tension or compression. Set
P1 = 3 kN, P2 = 6 kN.
6m

D
A
B C
4m 4m 4m

P1 P2

Solution
Support Reactions. Referring to the FBD of the entire truss shown in Fig. a,
a+ΣMA = 0;   ND(12) - 3(4) - 6(8) = 0   ND = 5.00 kN

a+ΣMD = 0;    6(4) + 3(8) - Ay(12) = 0   Ay = 4.00 kN

+ ΣFx = 0;   Ax = 0
S
Method of Joints. We will carry out the analysis of joint equilibrium according to the
sequence of joints A, D, B and C.
Joint A. Fig. b
1
+ c ΣFy = 0;  4.00 - FAEa b = 0
22
FAE = 4 22 kN (C) = 5.66 kN (C) Ans.

+ ΣFx = 0;    FAB - 4 22 a 1 b = 0  FAB = 4.00 kN (T)

S Ans.
22

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6–12. Continued

Joint D. Fig. c
1
+ c ΣFy = 0; 5.00 - FDE a b = 0 FDE = 5 22 kN (C) = 7.07 kN (C) Ans.
22
+ ΣFx = 0;    5 22 a 1 b - FDC = 0  FDC = 5.00 kN (T)
S Ans.
22
Joint B. Fig. d
3
+ c ΣFy = 0;  FBE a b - 3 = 0 FBE = 210 kN (T) = 3.16 kN (T) Ans.
210

+ ΣFx = 0;  FBC + 210 a 1

S b - 4.00 = 0  FBC = 3.00 kN (T) Ans.
210
Joint C. Fig. e
3
+ c ΣFy = 0; FCE a b - 6 = 0 FCE = 2210 kN (T) = 6.32 kN (T) Ans.
210

+ ΣFx = 0;    5.00 - 3.00 - a2210b a 1

S b = 0(Check!!)
210

Ans:
FAE = 5.66 kN (C)
FAB = 4.00 kN (T)
FDE = 7.07 kN (C)
FDC = 5.00 kN (T)
FBE = 3.16 kN (T)
FBC = 3.00 kN (T)
FCE = 6.32 kN (T)

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6–13.

Determine the force in each member of the truss and state E

if the members are in tension or compression. Set P1 = 6 kN,
P2 = 9 kN.
6m

D
A
B C
4m 4m 4m

P1 P2

Solution
Support Reactions. Referring to the FBD of the entire truss shown in Fig. a,
a+ΣMA = 0;   ND(12) - 6(4) - 9(8) = 0   ND = 8.00 kN
a+ΣMD = 0;   9(4) + 6(8) - Ay(12) = 0   Ay = 7.00 kN
+ ΣFx = 0;   Ax = 0
S
Method of Joints. We will carry out the analysis of joint equilibrium according to the
sequence of joints A, D, B and C.

Joint A. Fig. a
1
+ c ΣFy = 0; 7.00 - FAE a b =0 FAE = 7 22 kN (C) = 9.90 kN (C) Ans.
22

+ ΣFx = 0; 1
S FAB - 722 a b = 0 FAB = 7.00 kN (T) Ans.
22

Joint D. Fig. c
1
+ c ΣFy = 0; 8.00 - FDE a b =0 FDE = 8 22 kN (C) = 11.3 kN (C) Ans.
22

+ ΣFx = 0; 1
S 822 a b - FDC = 0 FDC = 8.00 kN (T) Ans.
22

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“I am going to offer this to you,” the doctor continued, “not because
I think you innocent of the crime of which you were convicted, not
because I have any friendship for you, or because I desire to defeat
justice. The proposition I make you is purely in the interest of
science. Have you ever been hypnotized?”
The prisoner shook his head.
“Have you ever seen anyone in such a condition?”
Lescaut nodded wearily. All this talk irritated him. He wished that the
man would stop looking at him so intently and questioning him so
much. It reminded him of that other day in the court room when the
lawyer for the prosecution had looked at him in just such a way, and
asked him so many questions that he had become confused and told
many things that he had never intended to tell.
“If you have seen it done, so much the better. You have probably
seen persons put under this influence and then undergo tests which
you know would be a physical impossibility for them to endure
otherwise. I have myself given subjects arsenic, telling them it was
sugar, and they felt no bad effects. I have also burned with hot irons
and thrust pins into the flesh of such persons without their feeling
any pain.
“Now what I have to propose to you, Jean Lescaut, is this,—to-
morrow at noon you are to go to the electric chair where 1800 volts
of electricity will be sent through your body. At eleven o’clock to-
morrow I will come to your cell and put you into an hypnotic sleep.
You will go to the chair, show all the symptoms and effects of a
person electrocuted, and you will apparently be dead. In reality,
however, you will only be asleep. And, as I can easily obtain your
body from the prison doctor on the pretense of using it for dissection
purposes, I can then awaken you.”
The prisoner leaned over and clutched the doctor’s arm so tightly
that he winced. “And what then?” he whispered eagerly.
“Then, as I have just said, I will awaken you. I will have proven that
a certain theory of mine is correct or false, and you will have
obtained your liberty, for I shall not hinder you from going where
you will after the experiment is over. But I must first try and see if I
can get control of you. You may not be susceptible to my influence.”
An hour later the turnkey came to inform Van Horne that his hour
had expired, and the preliminary trial must have been a success, for
there was a smile of triumph on the doctor’s face as he bade the
prisoner good day.
Next day an hour previous to the time set for the electrocution of
Jean Lescaut, Doctor Van Horne again visited the prisoner in his cell.
At twelve o’clock two attendants came and conducted him to the
fatal room. The reporters and prison officials present remarked on
the calmness of the doomed man. He walked to the chair without
assistance, and submitted to the strapping down and adjusting of
the sponges and electrodes without a tremor.
When all was ready the warden stepped to the side of the chair.
“Jean Lescaut,” said he, “I am about to give the signal for you to be
sent into eternity. Have you anything to say?”
The man in the chair shook his head. The warden stepped back out
of sight and made a sign to an assistant behind the screen. A switch
was thrown on and the voltmeter registered that nearly 2000 volts of
electricity were passing through the hooded figure in the chair. The
warden held his watch in his hand, glancing first at it, then at
Lescaut. At the end of eight seconds he made another sign, and the
man at the switch cut off the current.
The prison doctor stepped up from one side and examined the body
carefully. “Justice is satisfied. I pronounce Jean Lescaut dead,” he
said solemnly, and motioning to two of the attendants, he bade
them carry away the body.
That night, in a dissecting room in the suburbs of Albany, a crowd of
scientific men assembled at the invitation of Doctor Van Horne to
witness an important experiment. No one knew what that
experiment was to be; but every one had accepted the invitation, for
Van Horne had a high reputation among his colleagues.
When the last expected guest had arrived, the doctor made a few
remarks to the company. “I have invited you here to-night,” he said,
“to witness an experiment, which, if I am not mistaken, I have the
distinction of being the first to attempt. I have to-day taken the law
in my own hands; but, if the theory on which I have been working is
correct, justice will not be deprived of its victim.
“To-day, one hour previous to his electrocution, I hypnotized Jean
Lescaut, the man who poisoned his wife, strangled his child, and
who was sentenced to death last July. While under my influence I
told him that the current of electricity which would be sent through
his body would not kill him, but would only put him to sleep, from
which to-night I would awaken him.
“After he was pronounced dead by the prison doctor, I secured his
body for dissection, and have had it brought into the next room.
Now, if a theory on which I have been working for the last year is
correct, the impression which I left on his brain, has kept that
electricity from producing death; and, at my command, Jean
Lescaut, though to all appearances a corpse, will speak to us to-
night.”
There was a stir of expectation among the doctors present as Van
Horne stepped into the adjoining room. Presently he returned
wheeling a light operating chair, over which a sheet was thrown.
“If everything should not happen in accordance with my theory, of
course what happens to-night is under the seal of the profession,” he
observed quietly, as he lifted the cloth. “I wish you all to examine
this body and state whether or not the man is dead.”
The doctors crowded about the figure in the chair, and used every
known means to detect the presence of life in the body. At the end
of ten minutes every one declared that Jean Lescaut was dead, that
it was impossible to discover a sign of life.
Dr. Van Horne pushed the operating chair with its strange burden
directly under the electric light, turning the reflector so that the
strong rays fell full on the pallid upturned face. He passed his hands
lightly and rapidly over the man’s temples.

“He turned the reflector so that the rays fell on the pallid,
upturned face.” (See page 121.)

“Jean Lescaut,” he said slowly, “can you hear me?” There was no
sign of life on the part of the sleeper, and Van Horne repeated his
question, speaking more sharply.
Then, hardened though they were by numberless horrible scenes at
the operating table, many of the doctors shuddered; for, slowly,
indeed so slowly that the motion was barely perceptible, the figure
in the chair began to nod its head.
“Answer me,” cried Van Horne, raising his voice, and taking both the
man’s hands in his own. One of the doctors, younger than the
others, raised the window and thrust his head out into the cold air.
The room was becoming oppressive.
Slowly Jean Lescaut’s mouth opened. The lips parted, but no sound
came forth.
“Speak,” cried Van Horne sternly.
“I have been executed, I cannot speak. I am dead.” The words came
from the man in jerky, spasmodic sentences as if torn from him
against his will.
“Tell me, I command you, what has happened since I left you this
morning.”
“I am dead,” repeated the murderer in a dull, mechanical tone.
Dr. Van Horne stepped once more to the chair. He held one hand
firmly against the man’s forehead. The other he reached down
behind the head and pressed at the base of the brain.
Again the man began to speak, this time more rapidly than before,
but in a harsh, cackling voice.
“They came and took me from my cell and put me in a chair. They
strapped me down, and put sponges on my spine and on my ankles.
Then they put ten thousand needles into my body, and I began to
grow cold and numb. My heart stopped beating, and I could not
breathe. And now I am dead.”
“But you are breathing.”
“And now I am dead,” repeated the other mechanically.
Dr. Van Horne loosened his hands from the man, and turned to the
watching group.
“So far I have succeeded,” said he. “So far my theory is correct. The
electricity did not produce death in this man because his brain could
not receive the sensation. Now I am going to bring him out of the
hypnotic state and see if my theory is entirely correct.”
He did not state what that theory was, but stepped back to the man
in the chair and began speaking in a low tone. He took both eyelids,
and rolling them up, looked straight into the sleeper’s eyes.
“Jean Lescaut,” he cried sharply, “come to yourself! You are no
longer asleep.”
For the first time the man moved his body slightly, as if trying to
rise. Slowly a bright red spot began to appear on each pallid cheek.
His eyes rolled down from under the lids, and the pupils began to
dilate.
Then, suddenly, an awful horror came into his face, and without a
word of warning, as if impelled by some unseen force, he leaped
forward, and fell writhing and twisting on the floor over eight feet
away. His arms and legs beat the air and floor for a minute
convulsively, then stiffened into strange, grotesque positions.
Dr. Van Horne knelt down beside the body and examined it carefully.
Then he stood up and smiled, though he was very pale.
“Gentlemen,” said he, “I was entirely correct in my theory. Had I not
expected this ending, I would never have dared to thus violate the
law and bring this man back to life. That deadly charge of electricity
which was held back from acting by the influence of my hypnotism
has at last accomplished its work, as you yourselves just saw. When
the numbness produced by hypnotic sleep left the man’s brain,
nature began to act, and the shock to the nervous system was all
the more powerful because the electricity had changed its form to a
static charge. You need not fear; this time he is really dead.”
And thus Jean Lescaut, wife poisoner and perpetrator of a dozen
crimes, helped in his expiation of those crimes to advance the cause
of science; and justice was not cheated, for the execution of his
sentence was merely postponed the matter of a few hours.
 THE PAINTED LADY AND THE BOY.

THE PAINTED LADY AND THE BOY.

UD PHILLIPS says The Boy is going to the devil,”
announced Stebbins, as he strolled into the smoking
room at the Sherwood Club, after beating Perkins three
games of billiards.
“Well, Bud is certainly in a position to be accurately informed on that
subject,” answered the Colonel; and the truth of his reply was so
apparent, that everyone smiled.
Bud was night clerk at the Algonquin, the hotel where The Boy had a
suite. So he had a chance to see at what hour and how the guests
came home. He also knew just how many times a week The Boy’s
rooms were a rendezvous for the young subalterns from Fort Blair,
who came into town every time they could get leave, to gamble
away their month’s scanty pay.
But as Bud Phillips also said, The Boy wasn’t entirely to blame, for
he had never had a mother’s care; and, though no one in Preston
City except the Colonel and I knew the facts of his early life,
everyone had a good word for him, and was inclined to overlook
many indiscretions on the part of popular Billy Richards, The Boy.
Colonel Wade and I could remember the day when Stewart Sloan
shocked the good people back in Sioux City by bringing home for a
wife La Petite Mabelle, skirt dancer from a vaudeville theatre in Des
Moines. The predictions of the sewing-club gossips were more than
fulfilled, for La Petite Mabelle ran away one fine day before the year
was up, leaving Sloan with a two-months-old baby boy, and a little
note of farewell. La Petite Mabelle told him in melodramatic
sentences, covering two sheets of note paper, that the attractions of
the old life, with its cheap finery and grease paint, were too strong
for her. She could never remain in Sioux City, where nobody called
on her, Stewart himself seemed ashamed of her, and where there
was nothing going on. She said further, that he mustn’t think too
badly of her, and that he ought to try and forget her.
This Sloan had certainly tried hard enough to do. That fall he
secured a divorce, and when the legislature convened in Des Moines
next year, he had the name that La Petite Mabelle had disgraced
changed to Richards, his mother’s maiden name. So young William
Richards, as Sloan rechristened the boy, grew up to manhood, never
knowing the tragedy of his father’s early life, and never having felt
the softening influence of a mother’s love.
His father died when the lad was twelve, naming as his son’s
guardian Colonel Wade, who looked after him as well as an old
bachelor of fifty, loaded down with business cares, could be
expected to look after a growing and spirited youth.
When Billy attained his majority, and had finished his college days,
bluff old Colonel Wade took him aside as gently as a warm-hearted
old man could do, told him the story of his first appearance on the
stage of life, turned over to him a property more than sufficient for
every reasonable need, and sent him out in the world which still
called him The Boy, a nickname he had acquired in college. The Boy
pondered over his early history for a few days, and then apparently
forgot that any such unpleasant thing as history existed, concerning
himself wholly with the present, which may be history, though at the
time not recognized as such.
Lately The Boy had been drinking and doing some other things more
than was good for him; but when the Colonel remonstrated in a
fatherly way, he promised to “take a brace,” the same as he would
have promised back in his college days, when he was under the
discipline of the old professors. Stebbins’s remark, therefore, that
The Boy was going to the devil, was rather a surprise to me, for I
knew that he usually kept his word.
“Did any of you see the fairy that came in on the express this
afternoon?” asked Perkins a little later, and as no one answered, he
proceeded to explain:
“I went down to the three o’clock to meet Kitty, who came in from
Denver to-day; and the first person who stepped off the train was
the d——st looking female you ever saw. She must have been forty-
five; but she had locks as golden as a maid of fifteen, and actually, I
believe there was half a box of rouge on her cheeks. She had a little
woolly dog in her arms, so covered with ribbons that I don’t believe
it could walk alone. Kitty said she was flirting with the conductor all
the way down from Butte, and some one on the train christened her
‘The Painted Lady.’”
“Where’s she stopping?” asked the Colonel, and I knew what was in
his mind.
“She rode up town on the same ’bus with Kitty and me, and got out
at the Algonquin,” answered Perkins. “You’d better look out for that
protégé of yours, Colonel, he may be doing something rash. The Boy
appears to be partial to blondes.”
The next day as I was coming down town I nearly upset a woman
hurrying in the opposite direction. I picked up the parasol which I
had knocked out of her hand, and as I glanced at her, I knew from
Perkins’s description that she was The Painted Lady.
She probably wasn’t more than thirty-seven or thirty-eight, but there
were deep lines about her eyes and the corners of the mouth which
ought not to be in the face of a woman of sixty. Her hair, under the
stimulating influence of peroxide, was a bright yellow, and her
cheeks had on them the bloom usually found on buxom Irish lasses,
or in small, round boxes in a drug store. At the end of a silver chain,
and covered with ribbons, was a diminutive French poodle.
She was stylishly dressed, and her figure, though making me wonder
at the time (and strength) taken to produce it, was still quite
pleasing to look upon in the final result. Her name, as I found out at
the club that evening, was Madame Mabel Fortesque, and one of the
evening papers stated that she was a young widow taking a western
trip for her health. She had a suite at the Algonquin, and spent most
of her time driving about the city, for she had sent to Denver for a
showy turnout, and it was not long before it became a common
sight to see her riding about with some one of the young officers
from Fort Blair beside her.
Dame Rumor, never inclined to be delicate in her handling of young
widows who travel about the country without chaperons, of course
had a fling at Madame Fortesque; and if only half the stories which
were circulated about her were true, she must have found Preston
City a lively place.
The day of her arrival The Boy had been called away to Chicago on
business, so the Colonel and I were relieved of any immediate worry
as to an acquaintance being established between him and The
Painted Lady, as nearly everyone in Preston City quickly came to call
the widow.
The Boy came back two weeks later, however, and our worst fears
were then realized, for he immediately became as attentive to
Madame Fortesque as any of the young subalterns from the fort.
Most of the men at the club talked it over good-naturedly, and, man-
fashion, considered it a good joke; but the wives of these same club
men regarded it differently; it was even rumored that old Mrs.
Burton, the worst gossip in the city, had written to a girl in Boston to
whom The Boy was engaged.
“If she were only some young thing and good-looking,” groaned the
Colonel, “it wouldn’t be so bad; but what he can find in that fudged-
up old woman is more than I can see. Why, man, she is old enough
to be his mother.”
He intended to speak to The Boy about it but never did, for he knew
he could not talk to the young man when there was a woman in the
case, the same as he could when it was merely a question of his
gambling or drinking too much.
Things were going on badly enough, when one evening as I was
seated in the reading-room at the Sherwood, looking over a paper, I
heard Stebbins talking to a group in the next room.
“Yes, I’ve found out the whole history of The Painted Lady,” he was
saying; “she’s all that Old Lady Burton says, and more. She’s been
living down at the Rapids for a year or two; and I saw Jack Denvers
when I was down there last week, and he gave me the whole story.
She was a skirt-dancer among other things when she was young,
and some way got her hooks onto a young fellow from Sioux City
named Sloan. He came from a fine family, and his people were all
broken up over the affair, for she proved a bad lot, I reckon. She ran
away from him before they had been married a year, and has been
going down the line ever since. Denvers says that if she stops up
here the married women would better watch out. She’s the woman
that was mixed up in the Stanley divorce case down at the Rapids
last year; and they say she got—Hello! what’s the matter with Billy?
Same old story?”
Alarmed, for I had not the slightest idea that The Boy was there, I
turned and saw him staggering blindly from the room. He ran
against a hat-tree, and some of the men laughed, but I saw his face,
and I knew that it was not the drink that made him look so ghastly.
I hurried up to the card-room where the Colonel was playing his
evening game of whist, and, whispering a word in his ear, I got him
into an alcove and told him what had just taken place.
“Good God! this is horrible,” he muttered; “why, it’s his own mother,
and he knows it.”
We hastened from the club, but there were no carriages in sight
outside.
“The Boy just staggered out bareheaded, and drove off toward his
hotel in the only cab here,” said Perkins, who was coming up the
steps. “What’s the matter with him? I spoke to him, but he didn’t
answer. Stewed again?”
We did not stop to satisfy his curiosity, but walked rapidly up to the
Algonquin.
“He went up-stairs about ten minutes ago,” the clerk told us in
answer to our question, and grinned knowingly.
The door of his room was not locked, and after knocking several
times without getting any reply, we went in, and found just what I
had feared we should find, The Boy lying face downwards on the
floor, one hand clasping a discharged revolver. I looked at the
powder-stained cheek, and though I felt that it was absolutely
hopeless, I left the Colonel kneeling by his side, and hurried out in
search of a doctor. As I stood by the front door hesitating which way
to go, a trap was driven up under the electric lights, and a beardless
youth in lieutenant’s uniform helped a loudly-dressed woman to
alight. They walked through the foyer, and entered the elevator
laughing and talking, while a little yellow dog, covered with ribbons,
capered and barked in front of them.
It was The Painted Lady—and another boy.
 THE PALACE OF SIN.

THE PALACE OF SIN.

HE following advertisement, even had it ever appeared in
any of the great dailies, would probably have
occasioned little comment or curiosity:—

Those who are weary of the laws and so-called

“society restrictions” of the present day can find an immediate
and complete relief by applying at once to JENIFER VASS, Lock
Box 3265B.

Even in 1885, though the business had not then attained the
gigantic proportions of the present day, the advertising genius was
still at work; and any one chancing to read such a notice would no
doubt have set it down as the bait thrown out by the vendor of
some patent medicine, weight lift, or equally undesirable article.
The promoters of the scheme for the “Pursuance of Vice,” as they
facetiously called it among themselves, realized this, and did not
attempt to reach the public by any such open means. To make
known their project they resorted to other methods which, though
acting quietly and unnoticed, nevertheless produced sufficient effect,
so that on the night of June 16, 1885, when the floating palace of
Iniquity, “Lawless,” left one of the North-river piers, she had on
board eight hundred souls. That is to say, there were eight hundred
passengers; but, judging from the declared object with which the
“Lawless” put to sea, it is more probable that the souls of those on
board had been left behind.
This voyage of the “Lawless” was the result of much thought on the
part of three individuals who, at one time or another, had figured
prominently in the police courts of New York and Chicago. Jenifer
Vass, in whose brain the plan had first found its inception, was at
one time proprietor of the Red Inn, a feeble imitation of the Moulin
Rouge of Paris; while Jackson Elbers and Louis Hopeman had both
been mixed up in various enterprises, all of which tended to cater to
the animal rather than the intellectual passions of their patrons.
Three miles from land, as you may not happen to know, is the limit
of distance to which the law of the neighboring country applies.
When beyond that point on the high seas no law on earth is valid
save the orders of the ship’s captain. Knowing this fact, and from the
knowledge of human nature gained in their various former pursuits,
the three men mentioned had gotten together a few thousand
dollars and purchased the Atlanta, once an ocean liner of the White
Star line.
The Atlanta had been taken from the passenger service, being
unable to compete with her faster rivals on the Cunard and
Hamburg-Bremen lines; and it was planned to remodel and use her
for a freight steamer.
Hearing of this, and as speed was no object in the excursions which
the Palace of Sin was to make, Jenifer Vass and his two companions
made an offer which was immediately accepted by the managers of
the White Star line.
Then a work of transformation began. According to the scheme of
Jenifer Vass, every vice which tempts men and women, every form
of iniquity of the old and the new world, was to be introduced,
cultivated, and pampered on board the “Lawless.” Ten staterooms
were torn to pieces and made into one. The floors were covered
with Turkish rugs; Bagdad curtains and Eastern ornaments were
hung about the walls. The final appearance of the room was totally
different from the little holes in the wall found in the Chinatown of
nearly all the large cities, but its object was the same. Here men and
women could smoke opium from morning till night, and with the
additional advantage that no one would disturb them. There was no
danger of the place being raided and their names appearing in the
next morning’s police-court items. On one of the walls was arranged
a set of bunks on which the sleepers could be laid away when the
drug was really on.
One-half the ship was converted into a gambling hall. Here every
game of chance at Monte Carlo,—faro, roulette, poker, pinquette,
fantan, and every other game by which a man can win a fortune or
lose his all in a single night—was to be put in operation.
There was to be a bar where every known strong drink could be
bought, and each man was to be the judge of when he had had
enough. No waiter could inform him that the management refused
to serve him anything more, and he would have to go elsewhere.
Here one could swill brandy, absinthe, bhang, or any other nerve-
destroying drink until his brain reeled; and as long as he had the
money to pay for more no one would stop him.
Every drug and narcotic, whose sale is guarded by the laws of the
United States and other civilized countries, was to be sold as freely
as the chocolates of the confectioner. Cocaine, opium, laudanum,
and morphine were laid in in bulk for the use of the passengers of
the “Lawless,” without limit or restriction. In fact, there was wine for
the drinker, women for him who wanted company, song for him who
would sing, and each and every other evil thing ever devised by a
wicked and lustful world was to be found somewhere between the
two decks of this Palace of Sin.
The trips were to last one month, the “Lawless” merely getting into
mid ocean and steaming slowly down to the Gulf of Mexico,
remaining there until the month was up, when the passengers,
saturated with vice and steeped in corruption, were to be returned
to the place of starting. The crew was cut down to as small a
number as possible, and consisted mostly of the riffraff to be found
about the wharves of any large seaport city.
There was nothing about the scheme which could be punished by
the laws of any country, nevertheless the arrangements were kept as
quiet as possible, and nothing found its way into the papers.
On the night of June 16, 1885, the “Lawless,” as the boat was very
appropriately rechristened, steamed away from New York. The
passengers had begun to arrive in the evening as soon as it became
dark, and at 12.30 every one who had engaged passage was on
board. There was no one down to the pier to speed the departing
voyager, or to wish him good luck. The sinister expedition set out
without as much as the wave of a handkerchief from shore. She was
a little longer in getting under way than had been anticipated, but at
two o’clock in the morning of the seventeenth, the “Lawless” was
well out to sea, and the great hull, which up till then, save for a few
lights about deck, had been kept dark, burst suddenly into light.
Down in the hold a big Westinghouse generator was whirling away,
and, at a word from the captain, fifteen hundred electric lights were
suddenly switched into circuit and the “Lawless” was on full blast.
The limit was reached, and the ship had come to her own.
There was one flaw, however, in the scheme of the Palace of Sin.
That flaw was Pierre Planchette, first assistant engineer. Like most of
the lower officers, he had been hired without knowing the object of
the voyage, thinking that the “Lawless” was merely bound on a
pleasure cruise in southern waters. He had just come from the
Bellevue hospital, where he had been dangerously sick with brain
fever, and he was still far from recovered, but hearing of the position
and the high pay that went with it, he had left the hospital against
the orders of the house physician. The man who had been originally
hired for assistant having disappointed Jenifer Vass, the patient, with
traces of the fever still upon him, was engaged on the very day of
departure.
When, therefore, the three-mile limit was passed, and the hell up on
deck broke out, Pierre Planchette turned to his chief for explanation
of the sounds of revelry floating down below decks. “You don’t mean
to say you don’t know the object of this ship?” asked the chief.
“Why, the ‘Lawless’ is a floating hell. For the next thirty days every
form of vice known to the civilized world will be going on up above
there. There’s five hundred men and three hundred women in this
gilded shell whose only object in life for one month will be to commit
acts which on shore would be punished by fines and imprisonment.”
Without a word the assistant left the chief engineer, and seeking out
the captain, demanded to be put on shore.
“You’ve signed with us for one month, and, by G—d, you’ll have to
stay,” was all the answer he got from Jenifer Vass, to whom the
captain sent him.
Then a strange thing happened. Into the disordered brain of the
man, a short time before racked by fever, there came the thought
that he had been chosen by God to be the instrument to punish the
iniquity which had come to his knowledge.
He returned to the captain, and demanded a raise of fifteen dollars a
month in his pay, claiming he did not know the kind of a job he was
undertaking when he had signed. O, he was cunning, this fever
stricken assistant engineer. He knew how to allay suspicion.
The raise of pay was granted, for Jenifer Vass did not like the look in
the man’s eyes. Planchette went about his work, however, for the
next few days quietly and apparently satisfied. And when by chance
his duties took him up to where the painted women sang and
gamed, and the drunken men made ribald jests, he only smiled
strangely to himself and went on with his work. But he was busy all
this time doing many things for which an assistant engineer is not
usually paid to perform.
One evening he came to Vass, the man who was really in command
of the “Lawless,” and asked to be shown about the ship. It was a
strange request for an under officer to make to the owner of a ship,
but Vass, as usual somewhat in his cups, and feeling particularly
good-natured, for the money was coming in faster than he had
dared to hope, consented.
Together they went into the gaming room, and the young engineer
saw crowds of men and women standing about the whirling wheels,
or sitting about the tables with the light of greed in their eyes. Here
a woman laughed shrilly as the croupier pushed toward her a pile of
money, while beside her a man cursed his luck in language which
would have shamed a demon.
They went to the opium den and saw men and women, some safely
tucked away on the little shelves, others sitting on low divans, while
half a dozen grinning Chinamen cooked the little brown beads and
brought to them. They went into other rooms, seeing sights which I
will not describe, and everywhere suggestive songs and oaths met
their ears.
That night about 12 o’clock a man slipped about the decks of the
“Lawless,” making little noise but working busily. He went to the
ship’s boats and removed from all save the one in the stern small
sections of the bottom which had been cunningly sawed out. He
went down in the hold to each of the pumps, and smiled to himself
as he noted the cylinders from which the plungers had been
removed. Then he drew a few more cans of oil and carried them
down to where the coal was stored, and when he returned the cans
were empty. From there he went to his cabin and carried a few more
things to the one boat in the stern which had not been tampered
with.
Then, although everything was completed, he paused irresolutely.
He went to some of the rooms into which Jenifer Vass had taken him
earlier in the evening. He did not go into them, but stood and
listened to the sounds which came out through transoms and half-
opened doors, and, as he listened, the former look of determination
began to come back to his face.
He paused for a minute outside the drinking room, listening to the
chorus of a vulgar song. The door opened and a couple of men
staggering out started for the part of the ship given over to the
women. As they lurched past him Planchette heard a remark one of
them made to the other. He turned and walked swiftly to the hold,
and lighting a match, held it over the spot on the coal where nearly
a barrel of oil had soaked in. Then he stole back to the upper deck,
slipped the ship’s boat carefully over the side and dropped into the
sea.
He remained perfectly motionless, watching the great form of the
“Lawless” as she steamed slowly past him. Taking up his oars he
pulled along for a little way, and the distance between him and the
ship did not increase greatly, for, as has been observed, speed of
traveling was not one of the pleasures promised to the passengers
of the “Lawless.” In a little while he saw a number of lights flash out
on deck, and the black forms of many men hurrying to and fro were
silhouetted against the sky. Then, suddenly, above the roar of the
water he heard the piercing shriek of a woman. He shivered slightly
and ceased rowing.
The ship’s engines had stopped, and the boat was rolling heavily on
the swell. Great clouds of black smoke began to pour from the
hatchways, and across the water he heard the sound of men trying
to get out the boats, an undertaking followed immediately by an
angry cursing in which he heard his own name mingled. But he only
smiled again, that same strange smile that had been on his face for
the last week when as he worked down in the bowels of the ship, he
heard the sounds of riot above.
“They’ll be after the pumps now,” muttered the instrument of God to
himself, and he laughed mirthlessly.
He took up his oars and began rowing again. He knew it was many
miles to the nearest land, but he must get away from that great
flaming eye, which seemed to be winking at him. The cries and
shrieks of despair from those on board the burning ship were awful
to hear, so he sang loudly and drowned out the noise.
He rowed furiously till nearly daybreak, when, sinking to the bottom
of the boat, he slept from sheer exhaustion. When he opened his
eyes again the sun was high in the heavens. He looked around him
for some trace of his last night’s work, but only the great green
expanse of water met his eye. There was not a speck on the waters.
Of the eight hundred passengers who had set out a week before in
pursuit of sin not one remained.
Five days later the BORUS, a merchantman plying between
Savannah and New York, picked up a man off Hatteras, drifting
about in a boat. He had neither oars nor provisions, and was raving
with delirium. He was carried back to New York and taken to
Bellevue hospital, where he was identified by the house physician as
the man who had left there against orders two weeks before
scarcely recovered from brain fever. He had a lucid interval three
days later, during which the nurse learned much of the foregoing.
The man died that night muttering of a Palace of Sin which was
smitten by the hand of God.
 THE MAN WHO WAS NOT AFRAID.

THE MAN WHO WAS NOT AFRAID.

OUR young men sat around a table one winter’s night in
an old New England country house. Their host, Richard
Churchill, was a civil engineer, who had inherited some
property, including this old estate, from an aunt; and he
was giving a little winter stag party to three of his old
college friends. On the table was a steaming punch bowl, and
scattered about were pipes, tobacco and cigars. The conversation
touched lightly on various subjects; the struggle in the Islands, the
coming great presidential contest, and other current events. Captain
Van Patten, a West Point graduate, who had done some things
worthy of mention, and won the bars on his shoulder straps at San
Juan Hill, had just made a statement regarding the courage of a
recent great naval commander.
“You may talk about the courage that prompts men to do bold deeds
in the bright sunshine, with hundreds of men cheering and fighting
beside them, but the man who has the real courage, is the one who,
on a dark night like this, dares to walk by himself into a lonely
graveyard, and sit on a newly made grave.” It was the host who had
spoken, but as he had had the reputation at college of being afraid
of the dark, there was a general laugh at his expense.
“That,” said one of the other young men, who was a doctor, and so
accustomed to gruesome sights, “doesn’t require much courage, and
besides,” he added, looking at the deep snowbanks outside, “one
couldn’t very well sit on a newly made grave to-night, for the ground
is frozen solid, and there are snow-drifts two feet deep. However,
there are several bodies in the vault over in the cemetery yonder,
and I am willing to wager that no one here dares walk over and
knock three times on the iron door.”
“It seems to me,” answered Captain Van Patten, carelessly, “that you
civilians have a very primitive idea of courage. If you will make a
wager that would tempt a man to leave this most delicious punch,
and such delightful company, I will venture to go over and bring
back a souvenir from your terrible tomb. Churchill, our host here, as
nearest resident to the village graveyard, is no doubt supplied with a
key to the tomb.” He looked inquiringly at the young civil engineer,
who nodded. “Well, as I remarked before, for a sufficient wager I
will agree to bring back to you one of the bats which probably haunt
the place.”
The doctor, somewhat nettled at the bantering tone of the captain,
rose as if to make what he was about to say more impressive, and
said, slowly, “In that tomb there was placed this afternoon the body
of Andrew Phelps, who died in church last Sunday from heart failure.
The clothes of the corpse included a black frock suit and a black silk
tie. I know these things, because the village undertaker was away,
and I was called in to assist in preparing the body for burial. I will
wager this gentleman, who seems not to be afraid,” he added
sarcastically, “one hundred dollars that he does not dare, at twelve
o’clock to-night, leave this courageous company, unlock the tomb,
force open the coffin, and bring back to this room within the hour
that same black neckcloth.”
“Taken,” answered the captain promptly; and drawing a check-book
from his pocket, he wrote a check for the amount. “And now,” he
continued, “as I see the clock indicates 11.30, I shall have to request
as quickly as possible the loan of a hammer and screw-driver.”
They brought him the necessary tools, he wrapped himself in his
great coat, and left the house whistling nonchalantly.
“I didn’t tell him which was the squire’s coffin,” said the doctor after
Van Patten had left. “It might give even his iron nerves a shock if he
opened the coffin in which they buried the remains of the tramp who
was run over on the Central last week, and was picked up in pieces
in a basket,—all except the head, which was never found.”
Van Patten trudged along through the snow toward the tomb. He
wasn’t a timid young man in any sense of the word, and the present
excursion was nothing but a little adventure, which he could work up
with frequent tellings into a good after-dinner story. “Rather a nasty
night,” he muttered to himself, as he turned in at the cemetery gate.
There was not a star in sight, and the sky was full of great
threatening black clouds, which probably meant snow before
morning.
He unlocked the tomb, and stepped inside, but it was some time
before he could make out in the inky darkness where what he was
seeking lay. There were three wooden boxes resting on iron bars set
into the cement wall. All were of about the same length, and there
was nothing by which to distinguish one from the other, as he felt
them over.
“It’s a wonder he wouldn’t have told me there was a party of them
here. How’s a man to know who’s who?” said the captain to himself,
and he gave a slight shiver. “Well, here goes for luck, anyway,” and
he began to unscrew the lid from the nearest coffin box.
After some ten minutes’ work he had the wooden cover off, and tried
to pry the coffin open. The thing gave way at last, and he thrust his
hand in and groped about the neck of the body, feeling for the tie.
His hand met only a mass of lace and ribbons, and to his dismay he
discovered that the corpse was that of a woman.
He hurriedly replaced the cover, screwed on the lid again, and wiped
the sweat from his brow. There was not a sound in the vault save a
thud now and then, when a piece of the ceiling, loosened by frost,
fell to the floor, or struck on one of the wooden boxes. The humor of
the situation was all gone now, and he was trembling as he began
work on the second box. Every few minutes his shaking hands
slipped, and the screw-driver would jam against the box with a dull,
echoing thud. In his feverish haste he tried to turn the heavy screws
with his bare fingers; but the rough edges cut him cruelly, and the
box was soon splashed with blood. He did not feel the pain,
however, and only worked the faster.
He loosened, but did not wholly remove the lid of the box, and then
reached down to pry off the coffin cover; but he found that it was
not fastened. He thrust his hand in, and felt again for the throat;
but, to his horror, there was no throat there. He passed his hand up
higher, and felt for the face, and there was only a little bunch of
frozen flowers. “You’re losing your head, Pat,” he said to himself; but
his voice was hollow, and echoed strangely in that gruesome, shut-in
place. He reached farther down and felt along the arm. He gave a
little pull on the hand, and it came off at the wrist. Thoroughly
unmanned, he threw the thing on the floor, and ran shrieking from
the tomb. Once outside again, the cold air brought him back to
himself a little, but he could feel the touch of those icy fingers on his
trembling hand. He was partly dazed, and could not reason rightly.
The long strain had been too much for him, but one thought
remained uppermost in his mind; he must get that black silk neck
cloth from the man whose coffin still remained unopened.
He forced himself back into the tomb, but his heart fluttered
strangely, as he knelt beside the last box. He did not stop to remove
the screws, but drove the hammer under the cover, and twisted and
wrenched the boards off furiously. The coffin lid withstood his efforts
for some time, for the fastenings were strong; but at last they, too,
gave way. He reached down for the throat again, dreading lest he
should find some new horror. His hand touched a moist face, and the
man in the coffin stirred and groaned.
“Lie still, damn you!” he shrieked, and seized the man brutally by the
throat. A hand cold and clammy clutched his feebly. “Let go!” he
screamed with another curse, and struck the face angrily with his
hand. He tore the neckcloth, collar and all, from the man’s throat,
and started to turn away, when a low voice came from the coffin.
With a laugh that was not nice to hear, Van Patten staggered across
the vault. As he neared the door his head struck against one of the
iron coffin supports and he fell heavily to the ground.

Van Patten’s three friends sat around the table in the country house,
anxiously waiting for the return of the captain. The wager was lost
to Van Patten, for it was nearly two hours since he left the house,
and the men were about to start out in search of him, when the
front door opened and someone staggered into the lighted room
from the hall. But the white-faced man who lurched toward them,
with clothes torn and covered with blood, was not the captain, but
Andrew Phelps. He talked wildly and incoherently; but they gathered
from his ravings that he had been rescued from a living grave by
someone who had immediately set upon him like a madman.
Leaving the doctor with him, the other two men started out in
search of the missing captain. They did not find him on the road
leading to the cemetery; but when they neared the vault they found
the door half opened, while the sound of maniacal singing came out
through the night. They pushed the door wide open, and there by
the dim light of the lanterns a strange sight shocked their gaze.
Two of the coffins were broken open. One was empty; but partially
in the other and partly scattered about the tomb, as if thrown as a
child tosses its playthings, were some ghastly things, the sight of
which made young Churchill sick and faint. On the edge of the coffin
in which the body of the tramp had been placed sat Van Patten; but
he did not look up as they entered. They brought the light close to
his face, but he only leered vacantly at them and continued singing.
In one hand he held something on which he was trying to fit his fur
glove, and at his feet lay a torn black neckcloth.
 THE STORY THE DOCTOR TOLD.

THE STORY THE DOCTOR TOLD.

O begin with, let me say that I am not a story-teller,
neither can I make fine phrases nor coin strange words
which shall delight the ear. I am only a country doctor,
getting well along in years, and I write this tale only
because I promised Richard Crew so to do, as I held his
feverish hand while he lay and tossed in pain, and prayed for a
death that would not come.
So without further excuse or apology, let me begin. Richard Crew
was the only son of Sir Davies Crew, distinguished as artist, soldier,
and scholar. His mother, Anne Sargent, was the fairest
Englishwoman it has ever been my privilege to know. Of money
there was a plenty on both sides; so when the young lad Richard
reached his eighteenth year, and under his father’s careful teaching
showed a decided taste for painting, he was sent forthwith to Paris
and placed under the best master that gold could procure.
As family physician of the Crews, I was somewhat of a privileged
character at Redfern, as the old estate was called, and many an
evening have I spent with old Sir Davies playing chess, or listening
to his tales of a life full of strange experiences. It was I who helped
young Richard to first blink his large blue eyes on this world, and
who attended him through his trials of teething, measles, and all the
other evils to which childhood is heir. It was my hand also which
reverently closed the eyes of Lady Anne after a short illness, the
very year that Richard went to Paris.
Sir Davies never recovered from the shock of his wife’s death, and
what with brooding over her loss, shutting himself up in his room,
and neglecting the exercise that a man of his physique always
requires, I was deeply grieved but not surprised when Bingham, the
head butler, came down to the house one evening to inform me that
Sir Davies had died in an apoplectic fit during dinner.
It is a bad thing for most boys who are about to come of age to fall
heir to a lot of money, but when that boy is a student in the Latin
Quarter of Paris, is fair to look upon, popular with his set, and
generous to a fault, the result can be imagined.
For the next three years I saw very little of Richard. He came to
Redfern only occasionally in the summer, and then he was always
accompanied by a gay crowd of his Paris associates; artists like
himself, scribblers for some Paris sheet, and the hangers-on
invariably to be found in the train of the rich young man. These
visits to his old home became rarer and rarer, for which the country
people around were very glad, for they had developed into little
better than riotous orgies; when nights, for weeks at a time, were
spent in carousals, and the days in resting up only for another night.
Exercising what I considered my right as an old friend of the family, I
called one morning at Redfern to remonstrate with the boy, but I
came away sorry that I had made the attempt. It was hard to
imagine that the dissipated young wreck, with trembling hands and
swollen, bloodshot eyes, was the same lad whom I saw the morning
of his journey to Paris, as he whirled by on the coach and waved his
cap to me in farewell.
It was the same sad, old story; wine, women, and song, and then
more wine and more women, and for seven long years the son of
my dear old friend lived the life that is worse than death, and then
came back to Redfern with the seal of sin upon his brow.
Only once did I see him that summer after my morning call. Then I
was called up at two in the morning by a young man in Austrian
uniform, who, half drunk himself, begged me in a maudlin way to
come up to the house, for young Crew was down with the “jumps,”
as he called it. I went with him of course, and found Richard in the
old banquet room with a motley crowd of men and women bending
over him, as he lay stretched out on the couch.
I have seen many men in my life who have drunk too much, and are
tasting that bitter after draught by which an abused system avenges
itself, and I looked to find a far different sight from that which met
my eyes as they made room for me about the couch. In the white
drawn face before me there was nothing but fear, not ordinary
healthy fear such as every man at times experiences, but a kind of
speechless horror; and his eyes, as they turned toward me, had in
them the fathomless misery of a lost soul.
His lips moved, and I heard him pleading faintly with somebody or
something to go away and leave him for a little while; but as
entreaties did no good he tried to bribe the thing, and offered a
thousand, ten thousand pounds to be left in peace. Then, as nothing
seemed to avail, his voice rose to a frenzied scream, and he cursed
the thing that haunted him, the God that made him, yes, and the
mother who bore him.
At last, worn out and exhausted, he sank back to the floor, and I
succeeded in getting him into a fitful sleep, while that crowd of
tawdry, painted women and drunken men crept past him out of the
room, with all the laughter gone from their faces.
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