Iowa state bystander. [volume] (Des Moines, Iowa) 1894-1916, 1913-08-29
AFTER MANY YEARS. CUBS MIXED Il up
Justice Sent In Her Bill, and, as
Usual, It Was the Woman
Who Paid.

that her lover had departed In the
night. leaving her destitute. She
found that. In all the thirty-eight years
Of her life she had not even made one
person her own. NOR earned the right
even to the corner OF Q home In which
to live and die. She realized that life
had no pity upon ner and would relax
none Of its claims, which must be ut.
tended to down to the smallest detail,
and she rolled on the door beating IT.
hardness with her forehead in an a.
ony Of despair. fs
Evening came, and 1t grew dark.
Khiroda had not the heart to tidy the
room, nor to light the lamp. Her hun
CRY child cried till 1t could cry no
longer. and fell asleep. A knock came
to the door and = mans voice called
out "Khiro, Khiro." Khiroda flung open
the door and rushed out at him who
stood there with her broom, putting
the youth to precipitate flight. Then.
convulsively clutching the child to her
bosom. sho went out of the house and
jumped into the we'll, TX
The splash brought the neighbors
hurrying to the spot and the bodies
were fished out. The mother was I'M
conscious, but the child was dead.
Khiroda was brought round in the
hospital and was committed to the
sessions by the magistrate. ~.
Mohit Data was the sessions Judge.
He sentenced Khiroda to death. Her
advocates tried their utmost to get
some mitigation of the sentence. but
without success. @
There was some reason for this Sc
verify of his attitude toward feminine
frailty, as glimpse into his earlier
history will disclose.
Mohit in his undergraduate days
lived near the house OF an elderly
couple with a young widowed daugh-
ter, Sasi. What little of the world
Sasi used to see from behind the bar
rier of her lonely widowhood seemed
to her like some golden land Of mys-
terry, where happiness stalked abroad.
dissatisfied longing cramped the beat
ings Of her heart. !
In the intervals Of her domestic du-
ties Sasi sat at the window watch
ing the crowd on the public road. She
thought to herself how happy were
the passers-by. how free were the
hawkers in the comedy of life. and
morning and evening saw the we'll
groomed Mohit strutting past in the
fullness of his self-conceit. To her
he was a demi-god, far above the NOR
tails she saw around her. .
Perhaps Sasi could have cheerfully
spent all her life playing with her
demi-god in the heaven of her fancy
god smile upon her and materialize
the heaven within her reach. It Is
needless to relate at length when Mo-
hits covetous glance first fell upon Sa-
81, how he began to write to- her I'M
der the false name OF Binode, when
the first trembling, ill-spelt reply
reached him; how, at last, the whole
of the poor little Widows world was
turned topsy-turvy in the whirlwind
of ecstatic surrender. ~
Late one night Sasi left her father
and mother and got into q carriage
brought by Mohit alias Binode. When
her demi-god, with all his tinsel show
ing, got inside and sat close beside
her, sudden thrush Of remorse bow.
ed her to the dust. And when the
carriage actually began to move she
fell at his feet, crying: For PHYS
sake, let me go back home" But the
carriage rapidly drove away.
To narrate all the episodes of Mo-
hits early career would grow monot-
onous. This will serve as sample
Today there was no one to remem-
Der the escapades Of young "Binode."
Mohit Data was quite a reformed
character. His reading Of the sacred
books was incessant; he even prac-
ticed austerities. u.s.. .~
A few days after passing sentence
on Khiroda, Mohit happened to be
in the prison garden. with view to
securing some nice. fresh vegetables
for his own table. He heard from In
side the jail the sound of high words.
and entering. found Khiroda in the
midst of vigorous pickering with the
warder. Mohit smiled superior
SMILE She would dispute. thought he.
amused at his conceit, even with the
doorkeeper of Hades!
As he drew nearer Khiroda, with
clasped hands. addressed him. saying:
"Mr. Judge. for mercy's sake, tell him
to give me back my ring!"
On inquiry he found that ring had
been hidden in the loops (of Khiroda's
hair, which the warder discovering, had
appropriated. Mohit was again amused.
This denire for a bauble on the steps
Of the gallows! Oh, woman, woman!
Let me see the ring" said he to the
warder, who handed 1t over to him.
Mohit started as II it had been q
piece Of live coal. In the ring was
set miniature portrait on ivory of .
young, beardless youth. In it's gold
rim was engraved the name "Binode."
He raised his eyes from the ring, and
for the first time looked Khiroda
keenly in the face. He seemed to see
there the fresh, fond, tearbedewed
countenance of "a years ago. But. ali!
what q difference. .:-.1E.. -'''a
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