The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1877-08-23

my feet, / happened 70 SEQ an old pair OF
Rubenstein's lying In the corner, took
mine off and pnt his on. Then, just as |
was going out l saw his knife lying on
the table and took 1t TO save buying one
for myself went TO the ferry and met
the girl, and took her over TO East New
York, where got her into o field, and
cut her. Oil how frightened she was,
and how she begged for her lifel She
prayed on her knees on the ground only
10 spare her life, but / knew she'd tell
on me i'll did that, and then | wanted
to kill her. 1t was great Sport, and when
cut her throat, and saw the blood gush
out in stream, you can't tell what OK,
dnisite pleasure there was in III had
on thin overcoat that had buttoned
up TO the chin, the front of 1t was covered
with blood. took it of, and after hiding
the knife, went to the river, rolled Dig
stone in my coat and sunk 1t"
"And you lost your coat2' asked the
girl. -,
"Oh, yes" said he, "but | didn't care
anything about that, II was an old coat,
YOU see, and had such good time that
| didn't mind it. | washed my hands
and went back to New York. went to
Rubenstein's rooms to get my boots, and
and he hadn't come in yet; 80 changed
boots and went away, After l left the
house / saw him coming home on the
other side of the street, but | didn't speak
TO him.
"How did laugh afterward," " he said,
"when | read in the papers about the
evidence they were getting against Ru-
bernstein. They talked about his knife
and his boots, he was then in prison,
praying and swearing he was innocent,
so he was. And had had his knife and
worn his boots, and was all right outside,
laughing to myself at the fun, never
thought about the footprints being a clue
until | read in the papers about the de-
tectives fitting the boots to them. How
| did laugh!" And he laughed again.
Didn't you feel sorry for the poor fel;,
low that was going to be hung2" asked
the girl.
"No; why should II He was only a
Jew, and Jew isn't human" said the
Professor Coolly.
"You miserable wretchp said Miss
Milton in a furry. "I'll tell on you. You
ought to be shut up or hung. I'll tell
the police"
"Oh, no, you WON'T" said the Professor
quietly. "My words as good as yours
You've got no witnesses.
Don't tell, though" " said he, after mo-
ment's pause, during which the girl LOOK
ed at him in amazement at his cunning;
"it will only make trouble. III tell you
what I'll do. I've got about $3.50 buried
in quiet place in the woods in east New
York, Don't tell this, and we'll go to the
place tomorrow morning and get the
monsy, and I'll give yon half"
This generous offer Blanche declined.
~ don't care to have you cut me up"
said she.
81 wouldn't have any knife with me. I
couldn't do it, said the Professor, earn
estly, and he tried hard to persuade the
girl to 90 with him. Finding he could
not, he told her afterward he should try
to get the Madame to go with him. "She
is beautiful woman, too," he said, "and
I'd almost as soou cut her up as you"
But the Madame could not be secured
as victim, either, and short time af-
forward he was dismissed from the SER
vice.
The reporter wishing, of course, some
of so extraordinary story,
with Miss Milton that the Pro-
lessor should be induced to visit her if
possible, and that she should lead him to
tell the story again in the reporters hear
ing. This was done, and the Professor,
though he was cautious at first, was led |
by the girl to tell the substance of the
story again, distinctly saying he that he
had killed Sara Alexander with Pessch |
knife.
Miss Milton asked him what had be-
come of his buried treasure, and he qui.
etly laughed. 81 only said that to get you
% 20 over there SO | could kill you" he
aid. 81 had no money there"
CURTIS.