The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1875-12-29
With me you shall then be happy as I with

With me you shall then be happy as will
| you. You can not fare worse than will
| your husband, and would IL be so? Oh
you would know that you made one mar
truly happy, or have you In reality
A STONE FOR A HEARTH
There were others who had hearts; or arr
You in reality only a coquette? Oh, ther
curse to youi Then you have sold my true
heart, and you should be punished through
the same with all that belongs to you and
comes from you. Do you want to leave
everything? Your relations, who think
but little OF you-you shall be compelled 10
ask help froEn them-or do you prefer the
destruction of all of us? L have
sworn TO it, and the decision lies In
your hands. Let me be your happy
slave. Yes, would had two views, the one
which gives riches and splendor, the great
es; in the world, compliance with all my
wishes, but without you. On the other hand.
poverty, hard-work, but with you. Oh! /
would be contented aud happy, and would
prefer the latter. oh, you know it and are
hesitating. Why? Hesitate no longer, or
st least torture me not. Give me positive
answer-a yes or no. Seal your happint >
and mine with yes. But seal all our ruin
with a no. I am no human being any more
since am conscious that that fellow is with
you. l have written, day, a letter to his
landlord to make you move, but will wait
see you? Is 1t not so my dear, dear little
thing7 But you must be sure to come
Shall live the last hour in pleasure2 Oh,
then you deyils of hell help me- Shall see
you again? Perhaps until the end of our life
Oh, then Lord, Father, help me! Hast
thou helped me? will become good man
again and tbauk Tree and praise Thee. But
more dreams; am damned to destruction.
But that Is not so; you will go with me.
We are bound together too tight. Love
and treason are the cement. Farewell, and
sleep well, darling. 1t Is 8 o'clock, evening
Perhaps / shall write you more tomorrow
morning. Your unhappy ca.
WRITTEN AT SHORT INTERVALS BEFORE THE
SUNDAY MORNING.
DEAR DORA: / dreamed of you, as always,
but pretty soon love has united us forever;
pretty soon death will have mercy on both
of us, and we will be lying In one grave, for
we have laid criminslly in one bed. On !
come. Have mercy on me. Get me out of
this fearful condition of uncertainty.
Have mercy on me. Finish IL, or the
asylum viii have to enclose me. Beware
of that Tuesday, the fifth of Jsnusry, Come
then, to your mOther-in-law, Monday even
ing, and let me have your answer. have
sent a letter to the rascal Weber, and asked
him If he would support you when you are
LETT standing alone IN the world. At any
rate, L have got my opinion OF a man who
cheats poor woman out of $500; yea, rob
her OF il. But he Is the chief counsellor
OF your family; which he likes to
to take the consequences which his
rsscally counsel will produce. Dora, you
will bring i'll luck on us all. You never
thought that L hung so tight on you, and
perhaps know not now the strength; your
parents-in-law are not in our way. On the
a fslr kre a
will not betrsy our scheme, provided we all
have one. But soon, soon 1 will see you.
Yours
TO HIS FATHER:
DEAR RFATHER:-Forgive this unfortunate
being and deirsy the expenses ofmy funeral
Help my wife 70 communicate with my
mother. Write yourself to her, and say
that have left wife and an unfortunate
little boy. The hands of the clock stand
still. he clock has run down. You are
rid of your shadow. Dora could make ne
nappy, but she deceived me, in company
wi b her husband She violated the sanctitV
OF the marriage bed with me, and deceived
me too. Pray for our souls and provide u
both with one grave. Will L reach this
grave? o, world! o, Dora! how I am
cneated out OF my lite and being. Adieu
at the Eternal Judge again. VIII he forgive
me? Yours.
II
To HIS WIFE:
Forgive me what / did. You never wanted
to make me happy. You never wanted to
give me res. Death shall unite those who n
lite could not. Fare we'll, and may yol
fare better In future. Kiss my Fritzchen
for me. The address of nv mother III
Germany, is Madame Koch. Marg.
Kring, care of N. J. Their
gArdt, Geiss, Sachse Wsimsr, Germany"
Dora deceived me, but love her TO my last
breath. 1 am dying on her account. The
reason of it j. loved her two well, but sh5
is q snake. Your unhappy, soon happy,
KARL.
DEAR DORA: An answer / will have. Will
you see me in your house? 1 will msks
IL so you must move inside OF three DAYS.
La case | can not see you it shall end tnen
in my ruin. At any rate you can say no or
yes. Why give me hopes all the tim?
CaAs. +. KRING.