Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1894-06-01

Undoubtedly, said Lamar encour-
agingly. Undoubtedly that is very
true. He spat upon you, and you killed
him. Very good. He had been grinding
youunder his feet for avery long while?"
Gentlemen, this will be a private
affair between us, strictly private. We
will review this case together, and we
shall judge together whether l did we'll
There shall be no judge, no jury, no
hangman's rope about this, will there,
cap:"
Decidedly not. "
No. Well, put it down first that a
very long time ago 1 was n merchants
clerk. and Felix Rosenfel was that mer-
chants private secretary. Got that
down: Well, 1 stole money, and he
found it out. That was the beginning
But ii was not the end; no, not the endH'
Mr.. Dye talked in n rapid, feverish
manner and clutched the sleeve of Max
ey's coat His faded eyes had SO much
the appearance of maniac's that the
artist could not help an involuntary
shrinking.
The wretch's manner was variable
\ fierce outbreak was succeeded by n
period of comparative calmness After
his last sentence he suddenly burst out
with peal of forced laughter. He
pointed TO Lamar and Maxey i'll turn as
though they We're the most obvions OBJ
jcCtS of Inirth.
What pair of simpletons you are,
gentlemen! Do you expect me to go on
and tell You all about my affairs with
the jew, with my dear Felix. the lion?
Oh, no, not ut all; not at all becoming
serious( He got me under his feet, and
there he kept me, grinding his heel round
and round and round and never letting
me go. The more l did the more must
do. When he had woven such q web
around me that he held my honor, my
freedom. my life, i'll his hand, then he
was satisfied becoming pathetic Now,
gentlemen don be unreasonable. Don't
ask me to confess how it was that my
life Svt into his hands. That's 4 dead
matter People gave up looking for a
solution long time ago Don't let us
rake it up ut this late day and harry
up peoples souls needlessly. Besides it
doesn't ccncprn amy of us.
Very we'll, said Lamar, let it go.
1t amounts simply to an understanding
that this jew involved you in a crime
the detection of which would have
hanged You.
Mr.. Dye caught his arm and suppl
Gated him.
"Oh, my good man, don't talk that
way! You hurt my feelings, for I've got
them, bad as 1 am, and besides that is
my last card. Esteem my confidence, and
I'll whisper to you a secret. When get
reduced TO the last extremity and want
only one more drink to carry me off,
know an ambitious detective to whom
can sell my knowledge. How does that
seem for :: plan: 1t can't hang me then,
for shall be dead, and shall have had
my whisky.
Mr.. Dye suddenly became mirthful
and chuckled.
This is terrible!" murmured Maxey.
Mr.. Dye immediately grew fierce
again.
But it isn't for any regard Of him
that 1 keep silent. Don't mistake me
there. But for that accursed Jew I might
today have been we'll and respectable,
with home. wife, children, perhaps.
How does it turn out? My wife dies of
a broken heart. 1 am an outcast. The
only child l ever had-She whom rear
ed from her infancy cannot look i'll
the f. = am broken. tuttrring wretch,
and all through him. Do You wonder,
then, that l killed him: Do you Won
de-. There WAS that affair on the sea
rOao. II told him that She knew Il part.
Of the >~rt. He got white With rage,
and I CT J before linn. IL held me
to hlamo l, lit. Curse him! What had
done: I hive kept Eou alive all these
Years. You have lived ON my bounty,
you miserable cur he said. Yes, gen
tlemcn. he called me Il car. SO l was
too. Iou couldn't bl&lny him fer that.
He was right. But it InraErd me TO hear
him say it. 7 knew l was, but he made
me 50. Oh, TO have >;rangled him then
and there! Then he said. You go home
and come again when l have thought
about it. That is what did, just what
he told me; always his slave and his
tool.
Then when l came again he says
with that devilish smile of his: 1t is all
right, Dye, my boy. We must write 4
letter from that Hapgood woman. She'd
be likely to believe in her. We must get
The Somerset road will do l have
thought it all ont What for. what for.
old jew Because il is necessary
That's enough. Let us bring her to the
sea road Tuesday night l will be i'll n
sleigh, you on foot. She will wait by
the side of the road. You will walk
past. If all is well, You will give me
the word as you see me driving by. If
all is not we'll, you will not give me the
word. and will so up the road a piece
and turn and como back till You say to
me go on. Yes, yes, all very we'll,
devilish jew. but what for. what for?'
Are YOU insane that You question me?
You do Your part. Leave me to mine.
Well. we'll, my sweet Felix, l have
done much for you. No doubt my love
for YOU is very great, but am l a mon
ster? Am l utterly without soul? Has
your tyrranous heel crushed out every
spark of the man in me: Will deliver
up an innocent girl who trusts me? No;
a thousand times no, old jew! Are You
going daft? Don't you know what my
power is? Have you forgotten Dale and
the rest?' I forget nothing. Believe me
yet, my memory is very, very good. All,
proud Jew, some day that memory may
cost you something. But now you shall
be defied. You don't mean to defy me.
You want something. What do you
want?' Your promise, your solemn
promise, that she shall not be harmed,
else l am done Harm? Who said harm?
You wrong me. do not wish her i'll.
wish only to talk to her. Oh, 1 shall
take excellent care of her! shall be
kind and gentle to her. OF that You
have my promise, Dye, old boy. OF that
You may rest assured. old Jew, you
smile. But l am serious. This is no
within of mine. I'll hear your oath. He
s1rnnr-s II thn1l-Eelix RnSenfnl the low