The Montgomery advertiser. [volume] (Montgomery, Ala.) 1885-1982, 1902-07-30
XVII.
The Tear Of Repentance.


BY the next morning the two men had
finished their work at the grave. and they
went home.
1t was cold. foggy, damp autumn
morning. Manasseh gave his key TO the
servant, and told him to go in and hndle
fire in the CRATE. There was Il guest
In the room; II he Is sleeping, he must
not be awakened. In a short time the
servant returned. and constantly sneez-
ing, said to Manasseh:
The gentleman within seems to be dy-
ing. There Is a strong odor in the room"
Manasseh Immediately FASTENED to the
apartment
There he found Vajdar sitting before the
writing desk. with signs Of the death
struggle in his face. His eyes protruded
from the sockets. and gIowsd with a con-
Stunning FIRE; his face was deathly pale
and HIS lips swollen. On the table lay a
case was open, and the documents, which
had been taken from 1t, were scattered
about the table.
When Manasseh entered, he Immediate
" perceived strange, strong odor, which
caused him to sneeze. He quickly put his
handkerchief before his nostrils.
When the man who was sitting at the
table beheld nim, he stared at him with
his CLASSY eyes, and indistinctly stam-
mered:
"Do not come near me: death is here"
With this he turned his face towards
the documents. He was no longer able
to move his hands.
Manasseh quickly opened the windows
and in an instant everything was clear
to him. He seized the documents which
Law on tho table.
''Do not touch Thorn! Do not touch
themr' stammered the sick man. But
Manasseh, placing his handkerchief over
his mouth, and holding his breath. threw
the letters. together with the letter case,
into the fire.
The most important documents of the
memorable law suit went up in flames.
They could no longer hurt any one. But
to Vajdar they had brought death.
ored to call him back to life by bathing
his face with fresh water. The cold wa
ter mitigated the pangs of death. Vaj-
dar emptied to the last drop the pitcher
held to his lips, and for short time he
was again master of his senses.
"A hellish fire burns within pe." groan-
ed the dying man. Il am murdered. The
hand of the Borgias reaches far. rob-
bed them, and they kill me for 1t. Thus
1t Is right. 1 am going to hell. and can
not take them with me. Manasseh, do
not trouble yourself about me any long
er. Run to the police. Give information
away from here. To Hermannstadt.
have become a subject for an inquest"
Here he even laughed while his face
was distorted with pain.
IF they bury me here, they will accuse
you of having poisoned me. Even In
death / tnJure you. They will not leave
you in peace. They will drag my skeleton
from the grave in order to incrtminate
you. Do not look for an antidcte in your
domestic apothecarys shop. l know this
poison. 1t is strewn upon paper. 1 am
not the first. A whole medical faculty
once ran to save the victims. They found
no antidOte. l thought had deceived
them In ten minutes l shall be dead.
NV hands and feet are dead already.
Send my body to HernRnnstadt. A curse
upon the worldH'
benjamin" said Manasseh, laying the
dying man upon the bed, the hand of
the Lord rests upon you. Turn to God.
He Is a Judge ia whose balance the bless
ing Of moment outweighs the curse of
All entire life"
When the last moment approaches.
throw me upon the dunR-hill and give me
II kick. Perhaps this will do me good.
mo. BENJAMIN, 1 promised the good
angel who loved you until death, that II
] outlived YOU ! would bring your body
hither. and inter II beside hers
The dying man struggled with the de-
mon u bis breast.