Democratic Sentinel, Volume 17, Number 40, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 October 1893 — CRIMINALS’ EYES. [ARTICLE]

CRIMINALS’ EYES.

They Betray the Nature of Their Possessor Frequently. Eyes are the most certain revealers of the criminal nature, says Donohoe’* Magazine. Many an expert detective tells a criminal by iust one glance—not at him, but from him. The criminal eye varies greatly in setting, but not sb ranch in color. Sometimes it is deeply placed in the head, as if it tried to hide, fearing the result of its own involuntary revelations. Sometimes it is bulgy, protruaive like a frog’s and heavy lidded. Such eyes, taken in connection with some other signs, denote treachery, lechery, loquacity, mendacity and general cruelty, with just enough cowardice to prevent the criminal from doing murder, except insidiously or through others. Of the criminal eye there are many remarkable anecdotes. The murderer Francesconi had little about him to indicate the ferocity that ambushed in his breast. His forehead was high and smooth, his beard was plentiful. To most people he rendered himself rather companionable by a certain cheap facetiousness that often masquerades as wit, and on account of this social quality Francesconi’s conceit was tolerated, and his huge egotism did not have its full chance to repel people. But years before his crime a young girl—afterwards the Countess della Rocca—who bad never left home and who lacked experience of life, recoiled from him violently when introduced, and refused to endure his presence. When questioned why she behaved thus towards one who stood* so high socially she answered: “If that man has not already murdered people he will do so.” This girlish prophecy very soon came true, and when Lombroso inquired by what sign she had foretold, she replied: “The eyes—l saw him in his eyes.” ■ The eye of the criminal is a frightful thing, frequently mesmeric in its effects, and planting itself in the memory like the glance of a snake from a poisonous tropic jungle. Once beheld it can rarely be forgotten, except by some special mercy that dips us deep in Lethe. No one would wish to remember that kind of eye or look, but my father once gained a case by his sudden recollection of it. A witness very damaging to his client had testified that) on a certain day two years before he was present at a certain interview. The keenest cross examination failed to shake him, and as my father’s face took on a vexed expression, a triumphant smile of conceited cunning stole out of the beady black eyes of the witness. Where bad my father seen that peculiar look before? Suddenly it Hashed across him. “ Were you ever in Charlestown Jail?" he asked impulsively. The witness began to stammer out a denial. “Were you not in Charlestown Jail?" thundered the lawyer, “on the very day you have sworn you were present elsewhere?” The witness wilted. It was true, and the man had been committing perjury.

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