Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1868-11-06

q maniac; her rawlings we're scarcely un'
ders,ood, until she exclaimed;
" At last have bad my revenge, and
NV childs seducer lies In bloody grave
sent there by my hand-mine Ha hal
hal Day afier day did | track him,
night after night have been his fol.
lower. A lucky chance It was that led
him TO plan that meeting with his father,
and which l overheard. The darkness
Of night allowed me to enter this place
and be here before him. oh, how i
waited for that interview to end and
when l met his eye, that devilish eye
that so charmed my daughter, how he
covered, like the vile thing that he was.
| had but to seize the razor so luckily
left in my way-but one cut, and /
stood with my foot upon the form OF him
who ruined all ! loved. II was quick
work to hide the body. Oh! could but
leave this place unseen; none saw me
enter II, and zone should see me depart.
II / have sinned, has not my fasting
been punishment enough p
These rawlings, together with the story
told by the barber, caused much excite
ment in the village. Opinion changed,
and all who formerly believed Natz
guilty, we're loudest in the protestations
Of his innocence.
What was to be done with the woman 2
was now the thought Of all surely one
so aged, and an almost hopeless maniac,
should not end her life on scaffeld.
Madness had caused her to commit the
deed. and in that state she could hardly
be held accountable for her deeds She
was, however, placed in enc of the cha
let's carefully guarded lest she should
commit more violence.
On the third night of her imprison-
ment she seemed TO regain her former
mind and wondered how she came to be
in Unterseen. When toll "A Of the cause
of her detention in that place, her aston
ishment was great, and she exclaimed
"Ah, can it be that my hands are
stepped in blood? Shall have to ex.
plate my crime upon the gallows2 Well,
it would Sc a just sentence, for it was
for God, and not for me TO punish, al
though / was so severely tried"
They assured her that punishment was
far from their thoughts, and all that could
be done for her to alleviate her suffering
would be done. None we're kinder or
more assiducus in acting than the poor
barber, who of course was now released
from Jail.
Nalz was never the same man as be-
fore. With bowed head and a heavy
heart would be pace the little village
road, for he was now able to live without |
working, as the money left him by his
son would allow him to live comfortably |
until the end. But money would not |
bring his boy to life Gold would not !
ease his almost broken heart. Silver .
would not buy him happiness or make /
his hand tremble the less, or make his 1
feet less feeble. All, it was a sad ending 1
to noble life, a sad ending that would |
bring bright beginning in fairer and
more beautiful world.
This was years ago, and the traveller
visiting the little Swiss village, in which
he incident of this narrative occurred,
will see two small stones in the little
one is erected to the mem.
Dry of the barber, the other to the woman
whose insane hand caused SO much mis-
Try. An aged female is seen daily wan
lering by the graves, bearing with her
wo grandchildren her name need
Icarcely be told; it is that of Jeanette,
in the early portion Of this
tory. And thus ends the "Village Mys-
cry"