Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1893-07-06
Is a faithful servant She will guard
you, keep all harm from you.'
"Yes, my father"

you, Keep all harm from YOU
"Yes, my father"
.
Weeks the old Jew had been gone.
Then a letter came at last.
Expect me in three days. / shall
be back then, toward nightfall. Pre-
pare, my daughter, at that hour to
meet me with the filiaI kiss"
Pale as n lily, Deborah said the even
ing after these words had reached her:
Tomorrow my father returns-to-
morrow at nightfall."
The man before her broke into an ex-
pletive, strangled in his throat.
And the life Of duplicity, OF expedi-
ents, of continual, degrading conceal
ment begins anew! Why will you have
it so? Why will you not go away from
here. to a place that I will find for
you? Sarah will follow you. / have
bought her allegiance once; / can buy
it a hundred times. All, Deborah, you
do not love me-"
II love you-yes. But / love my
honor more. and the honor Of my ia
theirs gray hairs. l will not 20. Here
where l am, i shall stay"
"Some day he will find out all and
then he will kill you"
"Stil, / must stay. II he do, / must
stay
Firmly she spoke; gently quietly
quietly under all his rawlings.
Suddenly, with irresistible force he
seized her In his arms, crushing her
face against his.
Tell me now, IL you can!-that you
win remain
Il shall remain"
With an oath he Ioosened his hold
and, turning he was gone. Would he
ever come back? Was 1t forever he
had turned away? With fixed and
stony eyes she stared before her and
there a shadow darkened the doorway.
"My fatheri"
There was no answer. Swiftly Deb
orah swayed toward him; then adj
yanced with hesitating step.
Could she offer her brow to kiss, TO
lips set in so dread a line al those?
| Her own lips moved, making no sound.
The old Jew laughed a low, gutteral
laugh. In all the years since her child
hood Deborah had never heard her IA
Their laugh till now. The blood began
to run like ice in her veins.
IT'S well you paused, after all. It's
well you did not offer me the filial
kiss for what / asked. From lips pol
luted by other kisses / wish no such
caress."
She had dropped upon her knees.
she murmered.
PITY? Aye, I have had pity-pity
| for myself-for the good name my only
daughter has dishonored-"
mo. nor
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protestation of innocence? Had / not
had this pity for myself / would have
killed your princely loyer-the heir to
the crown. the libertine whose dissolute
life Is the common property of the
town.-as he left this house ten min
utes ago. But TO Aaron Hirsch's name
must come no blot that willsbe known
OF this world. To kill the princely low
err would be to give the daughters
shame to the country. Not SO does
Aaron Hirsch. Quieter ways there be
of washing away the stain. IT'S o
done. And afterward who is to
know"
With an abrupt, yise-like grasp he
had thrown her white throat back.
"WiIl you kill me?" said Deborah,
the beautiful Jewess, softly. She made
no motion or struggle. OF what avail?
Love was gone from her and he par
ent was In his right; the daughter, IL
she had not sinned, had yet betrayed
his trust.
Drink said the old Jew. In his
hand was q little vial. He placed it
to her lips. The beautiful eyes were
fixed on his one instant with an I'M
fathomable expression, then rolled
backward in their sockets.
Deborah was dead.
The old Jew had guarded his treasure
to the last.