No one heard his cry for help for the oaths and curses that were filling the air; neither was his body found until the next day.

Strange to say, it was Hugh Rossiter who identified it; and it was he who later on brought Leah a pathetic little proof that Saul had not wholly forgotten his sister.
In the pocket of his shabby old coat--how shabby and how ragged it was Hugh never ventured to tell her--there was a cheap little photo of Leah, taken when she was eighteen, and in the first bloom of her young beauty; and on the soiled envelope was written, "My little sister Leah," and the date of her birth.

For no nature is wholly evil and irreclaimable, and perhaps, in spite of his tyranny and cruel tempers, there was a spark of affection in the man's heart for the young sister dependent on him.

Leah always believed this, and she wept the saddest, tenderest tears over the little photo.

"My poor Saul," she said, "his nature was strangely warped, and he did not know how to speak the truth, and he could be hard and cruel--as I know to my cost--but there were times when he was very good to me;" and so even Saul Jacobi had one human being to mourn for him..