The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1894-06-21
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''wnat next. we are on the road,
and there she is alone. Once we try.
Twice we try. Passers always AT lastl
Ny hand is waved. That is the signal.
Third time wins Sleigh stops. l hear
nothing. l am seized with terror. l
ought to look back, but no. l am cow
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. Tho Jew is un-
scrupulous. What are his promises?
What are his oaths? Go back and watch
over that innocent child. 1t rings i'll
your ears till you no longer dare go OH.
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 well at it, with strain
ing eyes and 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. Therel Do you hear that? That is
the water But that other-that moan
ing, feeble utterancc? That is a spirit
He has killed heri Do you hear that,
Dye? The Jew has killed her! No Won
der you put your fingers in your ears
and rum Run, run, run! Across the
field and up the road, to stumble to
fall, and then push OH 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 moans
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 30
on despising You, tramplihg 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. .
"Dyc, you must watch the house,
the house in tho quiet street. You must
tell the Jew all who go in and ont, Oh,
yes, you will do this for the good, kind
tNWt lllt SNttl, uilllitDlt lANNciIItl4
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 you remember that,
Dye? Do you remember his devilish
cunning and his plausible airs? Do you
remember the soft knock that is not an
ed, the creaking door, the cautious
vo ue, whispering, Watch here that no
ono 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. Shl What is he
| doing? Did you hear that gasp: Step in
| a li'tle way and look. Therel The paper
| flashes up-the paper in the gratc, and
| thee he is at the fire looking at herl
| The second time is better than the first.
| She is black i'll the face from his choB-
ing hands. She is dead now, Dye Secl
| He is dragging her back upon the bed.
Quickl He calls to You, A lightl What
is he doing? A match to guide him while
he nrr,ynges her dead hands! Devilish,
devilish cunningl What monster is
this Jewl A step on the stairl Run
| quickly, Dye, and lock the doorl Es-
capcl Where? HOw2 By the window, to
the roof, aud so out of the reach of all
pursuit. There is pounding and calling
at the door! They will break it in!
Quick, quick, uow Who will go first?
| The jew! Oh, yes, the jew, the great
and important Jewl
"What is your life worth, you cur,
beside his? He moves in society Where
are you? The window is open. He stands
upon the sill. He is climbing He will
escape. Mol mol At last Dye, tho
whisky has donc its work. You are no
longer a crouching sycophant. Strike
nowl Now or ncvcrl See him struggle
to keep his holdl Sec him losing
strength, bit by bit, against those fear
| full odtls He cannot long hold ont. Dye,
you have giants strength, if you are
Old and worn out, through him, before
your time. Go, cursed Jewl You have
torn his desperate fingers from their
hold, and there, in the darkness he is
going down, over and over, to the end.
The jew is deadl Tho jew is deadn'
Mr.. Dye rose up His eyes, which
had more and more. as he went on, as
sumed a steady look ahead, fixed on the
vacant vail in front of him,
Both Maxey and the physician accom-
panied him simultaneously, each with a
strong grasp on an arm They did not
know what i'll his delirious state he
might be impellcd to do He only spoke
out moclsingly:
"Jew, jew, Felix Rosenfel, the jew,
rise up out of your place in the cold
water and dare to say that have licd!"
He was silent minute. His body be-
came rigid and then conyulsivc.
Their combined strength was barely
sufficient to hold him His whole frame
became contortcd, and crying out in a
terrible voice: There he comes There
he comes He is there on tho carpet,
wet and dripping" he fell back, froth-
| ing at the month.