Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1895-06-06
vhy / hate her-yes--I win ten Won

why / hate her-yes--I win tell Won
because you are a mcn and strong.
like strong men; they are sometimes
fooled by women, ii is true, but then
they can take revenge. l was strong
myself once. And you-you are old.
but you love a jest-you viii under
stand. The Romani pms has done
ME no harm. She laughed once. That
was when her horses knocked me
DOWN in the street, | was hurt, but |
saw her red lips widen and her white
teeth glitter-she has a baby smile,
the people will tell you, so innocent! |
was picked up, her carriage drove on.
Her husband was not with her; he
would have acted differently. But it
is no matter; / tell you she laughed.
and then | saw at Cbce the likeness"
THE likeness!" l exclaimed impa-
tiently, for his story annoyed me.
what ~likeness?"
Between her and my wife" the
dealer replied, fixing his cruel eyes
upon me with increasing intensity Of
regard. "Oh, yes, l know what love
is. | know, too, that God had very
little to do with the making of women.
1t was a long time before even lie
could find the Madonna. Yes, yes, |
know. | tell you | married a thing as
beautiful as a morning in spring-time,
with a little head that seemed to
drOOp like a flower under it's weight of
sunbeam hair, and eyes! ali, like those
OF a tiny child when it looks up and
asks you for kisses. | was absent
once-I returned and found her Sleep
ing tranquilly-yes.-On the breast OF
a black-browed street singer from
Venice-a handsome lad enough and
brave as a lion. He saw me aud
sprang at my throat held him down
and knelt upon his chest-sbe woke
and gaZed upon us, toe terrified to
speak or scream-she only shivered
and made a little moaning sound like
that of a spoiled baby. | looked down
into her PROSTATE lovers eyes and
smiled. Il will not hurt YOU | said.
Had she not consented, you could not
have gained the victory. All / ask of
you is to remain here for a few mo-
ments longer He started, but was
mute. l bound him hand and foot, so
that he could not stir. Then / took my
knife and went to her. Her blue eyes
glared wide-imploringly she turned
them upon me-and ever she wrung
her small hands and shivered and
moaned. l plunged the keen, bright
blade deep through her soft white
flesh-her lover cried out in agony
her hearts blood welled up in a Grim
son tide, staining with bright hue the
white garment she wore. She flung
up her arms-She sank back on her pill
lows-dead. l drew the knife from
her body. ana with 1t cut the bonds OF
the Venetian boy. l then gave it to
him.
Take it as a remembrance of her.
| said. In a month she would have
betrayed you as she has betrayed
me-
He ragged like a mailman. He
rushed out and called the gendarmes.
OF course | was tried for murder-but
1t was not murder-ft was justice.
The judge found extenuating circum-
stances. Naturally! He had a wife
Of his own. He understood my case.
Now you know VIII" l hate that dainty
1eWeled up at the villa
Romani. She is just like that other
one-that creature | slew-sbe has just
the same slow smile and the same
cnild-like eyes. l tell you again, / uin
sorry her husband is dead-it vexes
me sorely to think of it. For he would
have killed her in time-yes!-of that
l am quite sure!"