Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1893-07-07
is a faithful servant. She win guard
you, keep all harm from you"
Eyes, my father"

Eyes, my father"
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Weeks the old Jew had been gone.
Then a letter came mt last.
Expect me in three days. I shall
be buck then, toward nightfall. Pre-
pare, my daughter, ut that hour to
meet me with the filial kiss"
Pale as a lily, Deborah said the ven
ing after these words had reached her:
Tomorrow my father returns-to-
morrow ut nightfall."
The man before her broke into an cx-
pletive. strangled in his throat.
And the life of duplicity. of expcdi-
cnts, of continual, degrading conceal
mcnt begins anew! Why will you have
it so? Why will you not go away from
here. to II place that l will find for
you? Sarah will follow you. 1 have
bought her allegiance once: / can buy
it a hundred times. All, Deborah, you
do not love met
II love you-yes. But I love my
honor more. and the honor of my ia
TIERS gray hairs. l will not go. Here
where l am. / shall stay"
"SOme day he will find out all and
then he will kill you"
Still, 1 must stay. If he do, 1 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
will rcmain!"
II shall remain"
With an oath he looscncd his hold
and, turning he was gone. Would lie
ever come back? Was it forever he
had turned away? With fixed and
stony eyes she stared before her and
there n shadow darkened the doorway.
My fatller!"
There was no answer. Swiftly Deb
orah swayed toward him; then adj
vanccd with hesitating step.
Could she offer her brow to kiss. to
lips set i'll so dread n line as 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 lever heard her fa-
thor laugh till now. The blood began
to run like ice in her veins.
Ills we'll you paused. after all. 'Tis
we'll yon did not offer me the 1ilial
KISS for what l asked. From lips pol
lutcd by other kisses 1 wish no such
careSs."
She had dropped upon her knees.
My father! Oh, God, have pity!!'
she murmered.
PITY? Aye. I have had pity-pity
for mysclf-for the good name my only
daughter has dishonorcd-"
NO. no!'
"Silence! OF what avail are vain
protestation of innocence? Had l no,
had this pity for myself 1 would have
killed your princcly lover-the heir to
the crown. the libertine whose dissolutc
life is the common property of the
utes ago. But to Aaron Hirsch's name
must come no blot that will be known
of this world. To kill the princcly low
or would he to give the daughters
shame to the country. Not SO does
Aaron Hirsch. Quieter ways there bs
of washing away the stain. Ills soor
done. And aftcrward - who is t.
know?'
With an abrupt. visc-likc grasp liz
had thrown her white throat back.
will you kill meg" said Deborah
the beautiful Jcwcss. softly. She mad,
no motion or struggle. OF what avail
Love was gone from her and the par
ent was in his right; the daughter. i
she had not Sinned, had yet betrayed
his trust.
.Drink!" said the old Jew. In hi.
hand was Il little vial. He placed i
to her lips. The beautiful eyes were
fixed ON his one instant With an IN
fathomable expression. then rollct
backward in their sockets.
Deborah was dead.
The old Jew had guarded his trcasur,
to the last.