Democratic Northwest and Henry County news. [volume] (Napoleon, O. [Ohio]) 1894-1905, 1894-09-20


for you is very great, but am ! a mon
ster? Am utterly without soul? Has
your tyrranous heel crushed out every |
spark Of the man in me? Will l deliver
up an innocent girl who trusts ME? No; |
q thousand times no, old Jewp Are you
going daft? Don't you know what my |
power is? Have you forgotten Dale and
the rest?' 4 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 / am done. Harm? Who said harm?
You wrong me- do not wish her i'll
/ wish only to talk to her. Oh, l shall
take excellent care Of herl l 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
whim of mine. I'll hear your oath. He
swears it then-Felix Rosenfel, the Jew,
lays his hand in mine and swears 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. Passers always. At last!
My hand is waved That is the signal.
Third time wins. Sleigh stops. hear
nothing. I am seized with terror. I
l1k 20 koo hT1tf II
ard. begin to run. What are you run
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 cowardice killed your wife,
ruined your life. Now what? Go back
and watch over that innocent child
The Jew is merciless. The Jew is un-
scrupulous. What are his promises?
What are his oaths? Go back and watch
over that innocent child. 1t rings in
your ears till you no longer dare go on.
You turn back. Dye, the coward, turns
back. No Jew there. Only the white,
cold road and the dash Of the water.
What is this in the snow? A shawl!
Her shawl Look we'll at it, with strain
ing eyes and a choking breath. Where
is she? Where is she, coward, fool, dupe,
idiot, where is she? Go to the cliff and
look over. Go close, close up, and look
over. There! Do you hear that? That is
the water But that other-that moan
ing, feeble utterance? That is spirit
He has killed herl Do you hear that,
Dye? The Jew has killed her! No won
der you put your fingers in your ears
and run! Run, run, runl Across the
field and up the road, to stumble, to
fall, and then push on again, with your
fingers in your ears. You cannot shut
it out. 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 alethrough
him. How long, how long, shall he go
on despising you, trampling on you?
He, with his devilish face and black,
black heart? Wait, good Dye. Wait.
Do not be impatient. The moment comes.
She is not dead. She lives. She lives
''Dye, you must watch the house,
the house in the quiet street. You must
tell the Jew all who go in and out. Oh,
yes, you will do this for the good, kind
Jew, the sweet, amiable Rosenfel!
Yes, but you must do more. She is get
ting we'll You must come up with him
the long flights Of stairs to keep watch
while he goes in. Do oyou remember that,
Dye? Do you remember his devilish
cunning and his plausible airs? Do you
remember the soft knock that is not an
swered, the creaking door, the cautious
voice, whispering, Watch here that no
one comes upon the stairs while go
in?' What will you do, Dye? You have
whisky in your pocket. What will you
do? Drink! Drink for courage! Why
not call for help? The Jew is trapped.
He is there. Drink more and deeper.
You must have courage. Sh! What is he
doing? Did you hear that gasp? Step in
little way and look. There! The paper
flashes up-the paper in the CRATE, and
there he is at the fire looking at her
The second time is better than the first.
She is black in the face from his chok-
ing hands She is dead now, Dye. See
He is dragging her back upon the bed.
Quick! He calls to you, "A ight!' What
is he doing? A match to guide him while
he arranges her dead hands! Devilish,
devilish cunning! What monster il
this Jew! A step on the stair! Ru1
quickly, Dye, and lock the door! Es
cape! Where? How? By the window, tt
the roof, and so out of the reach Of al
pursuit. There is pounding and calling
at the door! They will break it in
Quick, quick, now Who will go first
The Jew! Oh, yes, the jew, the grea
and important Jew
"What is your life worth, you cur
beside his? He moves in society. Wher
are you? The window is open. He stand
upon the sill He is climbing. He will
escape. No! No! At last, Dye, tn
whisky has done it's work. You are n
longer a crouching sycophant Strik
now! Now Or never! See him struggl
to keep his hold! See him losin
strength, bit by bit, against those fear
full oddsl He cannot long hold out. Dye
, you have giants strength, if you ar
old and worn out, through him, befor
your time. Go, cursed Jewl You hav
torn his desperate fingers from thei
hold and there, in the darkness he
going down, over and over, to the enc
The Jew is deadl The Jew is deadP'
I Mr.. Dye rose up. His eyes, whic
had more and more, as he went on, az
i sumed a steady look ahead, fixed on tn
. vacant wall in front Of him.
!. Both Maxey and the physician accom-
y panied him simultaneously, each with
stro,r, e,roe,, M, on arY,o They did M