The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1894-06-27

| up an innocent girl who trusts me? No;
| n thousand times no. old Jcw! Are yOu
going daft; DON'T you know what my
power is? Have you forgotten Dale and
the rcst?' T forget nothing. Bc"cvc mo
yet, my memory isvclY, very good. All,
proud Jew. some day frat memory may
cost you something. But now you shall
be dciiod. 'You don't mean to defy me.
You want something What do you
want?' Your promise, your solcnn
promise, that she shall not he harmed,
else mn doue Harm? Who said harm?
| You wrong mo. do not wish her i'll.
/ wish only 10 talk to Der. Oh, shall
! taEo excellent cure Of hcrl ! shall he
kind and gcutlo to her. OF that you
havc my promise, Dye, old boy, OF that
you may rest assured. Old jew, you
smilo, But | am soriou9. This is no
whim Of mine. TT hear yorr oath He
Swcars it thon--EcliX Roacnfcl, the jew,
lays his hand in mino and swcarS he
will not harm an innocent child
"What next: We are on the road,
and there she is alone Once we try.
Twice we try. Pas~crS always. At last!
My hand Is waved. THAT is the signal.
Third time wins Sleigh stops hear
nothing. I am eci2od with q terror. |
ought to look back, but no. | am cow
md begin to run. What are you rm-
ming from up the white road, in the cold,
with the snow all about you, cur Dye?
! Go back and watch over that innocent
child. Your cowallicc ljllcd yourwifc,
ruined your life, NOW what? Go back
and watch over that innocent child.
Tho jew is morcilc2s. The jew is un-
scruDulou3. What arc his promises?
What arc his oaths? Go back and watch
over that innocent child. It rings in
your cQrs tiil you no longer dare 90 on.
You turn back. Dye, the coward, turns
hack. No jew thcro. Only the white,
cold road and the dash Of the water.
What is this in the snow? A shawl
Her shawl! Lool; we'll atit, with strain
Ing cyca and n choking breath. Where
is she? Whore iaShc, coward, fool, dupc,
idiot, whore is shn? Go TO the cliff and
look over. Go close, close mp, and look
over. There! Do you hear that? That is
the water. But that othcr-that moan
ing, fcchlc uttCranco? That is a spirit.
He has killed her! DO you hear that,
Dye? The .Iow has killed her! No Won
der You put your fingers in your cars
and run! Run, run, rml Across tho
field and up the road to stumble, to
fall. and then push On again, with your
fingers in your cars. You cannot shut
it ont You cannot drown its cry. The
jew has killed her, and her spirit means
and wringS its hands, and all through
you Remember this, coward Dye. Look
back over your past life and think Of
the ambitious beginning and the pitiful
end Good family, talents, education.
But still where are you? And all through
him. How long, how long, shall he go
on dcspising You, trampiinG on you?
lie, with his devilish face and black,
black heart? Wait, good Dye Wait
Donot he impatient. The moment comes.
She is not dcad She lives. She lives.
"Dyc, Won must watch the house.
the houso in thcqrict street. You must
tell tho Jew all who 70 in and out Oh,
yes, you will do this for thc good. kind
Jcw. the sweet amiablo Rosenfcl
Yes, hut you must do moro. She is get
ting well. You must como I'D with him
the long flights Of stairs TO keep watch
while ho goes in. Doyourcmomhor that,
! DYE? Do Won remember his dcvilish
cunning and his plausible airs? Do Won
remember the soft knock that is not an
swcrcd, the creakiNg door, the cautions
voice. Whispering. Watch here that nc
one comes uron the stairs while 90
in?' What will vou do. Dvc? You have
WHISKY ~ NOliI NDGkef. " nat VIII Won