Rensselaer Republican, Volume 19, Number 52, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 September 1887 — The Dying Wail of a Miser. [ARTICLE]

The Dying Wail of a Miser.

New York Dispatch, Aug.7,i9. Weisbaden, the miser, is dead and buried, the Hebrew Free Burial Society having given his remains a decent rest-ing-place. On Wednesday evening he became conscious, and on being told that death was near he grew frantic, and grasping the doctor’s hands witli piteous cries he begged for life. “Just give me a year more, doctor,” he cried, “and I’ll give you gold—gold, do you understand? A pile of gold! I can’t die! I won’t die! I want my money. Make them bring it to me—my money! My money!” Several persons who had read accounts of the miser’s wealth visited the hospital yesterday, and, claiming relationship, begged for one more sight of his dear face. They were promptly fired. A final search of the room is to made for more money.