The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1900-08-10

that such men usually make TO sucn
girls. None of these were kept, not
even the simple one of providing me
with maintenance for he soon tired of
his pretty country girl and left me to
care for myself as best l might. But
! did not begin this to talk about my
self. What wrong l did to myself
have suffered for. have suffered so
much that l have no fear of punish
ment hereafter. If there is God, he
will have pity, for he must be just. If
there is no God, then death Is the
common end of all, saint and sinner
alike. But the wrong that did to my
child-that is the great thing to think
of now, as l have thought of it these
many years"
"And what was that?"
What greater wrong can woman do
to man than to bring him into the
world without name? All, you can
think of none! Well, let me tell you
that there is a greater, deeper wrong
than even that. 1t is to bequeath &c
him the heritage Of sin and crime.
That have DONE"
creasing in interest. Preacher Jim
was study which had attracted him
more than he would have believed pos
sible. Now that he was to be en-
l1ghtened as to the mans heredity he
was doubly attentive and hoped that
the woman's strength would hold out
to the end of her narrative.
"The sin is handed down to him from
both of his parents. for in case like
this the woman must be culpable as
well as the man. though heaven knows
that, if innocence and ignorance can
ever be good plea, then might hold
myself guiltiess The crime is from his
father, who was beast. Remember
what l tell you and mark it as the
truth-he was beast, a cruel. selfish
beast"
I'm what way did you learn this /!
Was he brutal in his treatment of you!
Did he offer you violence?"
"He would have had he dared, but
he was a coward and afraid to rouse
me too far. Some men bluntly tell
woman: 4 have grown tired of you.
ALI is over between us. Goodby.' These
are brutes. but they are not towards.
My lover was a cunning schemer. and
he plotted to make me so disguised
with him that / should myself sever
our acquaintance. In this he succeeded.
He told me tales that made me look
upon him with loathing. so that grew
to hate myself for having loved him.
Was not that the cruelty of demon?"
''Tell me something of these dreadful
tales if you can remember any"
"Remember any. | have forgotten
none. They have been the specters OF
my sleepless nights and the terrors of
my drunken sleep thousand times
He told me how he loved to see suffer
ing, how he would visit slaughter pens
ito hear the poor animals shrek in
death. He claimed tina. once he had
chopped a boys finger off with hatch
ct for the fun Of seeing it Jump from
the force of the blow. Many, many
other stories of the kind l was forced
to hear, but there is one which 1 have
lived over in hundreds of dreadful
dreams. There was once murder tria
which was the great sensation of the
time. He was then only u years OF
age Bear that in mind. He read al
the accounts of the trial and gloate(
over the horrible details. The mar
was convicted and hanged, and ht
tried to see the execution, but in tina
he was thwarted. But his lust 70
blood was bound to be appeased.
zone day he summoned some school
mates, all younger than himself, ant
took them down into the cellar of hi
house, locking the door that non
might leave. Here he showed then
poor little harmless monkey whicl
he charged with having killed it's mate
Then he proclaimed himself judge, ar
pointed q boy to be district attorne
and another to be the lawyer for tn
monkey. The others were formed int
jury. The boys, looking upon tn
proceeding as sport, entered into tn
spirit of the play, and form of tria
was enacted, the verdict being agains
the poor animal. The judge immt
diately sentenced it to be hanged. A
this the boys thought that the pla
was over and wished to leave the ce
lar, but this cruel devil refused
open the door for them. and, he bein
larger and stronger than the other
they were all afraid to insist, but hui