SHOCKING EXAMPLE OF GERMAN "FRIGHTFULNESS."

Mount Ida Chronicle, Volume XLV, Issue XLV, 9 April 1915, Page 1

SHOCKING EXAMPLE OF GERMAN "FRIGHTFULNESS."

AWFUL PATE OP JEWISH RABBI AND HIS DAUGHTER. Appalling, acta of 6avagery were perpe trated by the Germans at Luneville. The story is related by Madame Weill, of that place, who herself underwent a, terrible ordeal. Her house had been occupied by a number of Germans, and she had gone out, leaving her husband and daughter, age 16, at home On tlie way -back she; noticed that there were no more civilians in t-he streets, -which were filled with soldiers. "I at. once hurried on," she stated, " and saw a . man wearing the long a,pxon of a- tanner, and behind him

another younger one (his eon), in the midst of a band of Germans. As they passed one of the latter shot the man down with a. revolver, and the next moment the same thing happened to the son At this, a wave of madness seized me, and I began to run, crying out 'My husband, my daughter.' I heard one of the soldiers shouting: 'We are going to kill them. We are going to kill everybody. (Dux wounded have been fired upon.' The nearer I got to our house the louder was the firing, and soon I saw great tongues of flame rising from the quarter we lived in. Knocked about, threatened, abused, and thrown down over and over arain, I at last, thanks to my knowledge of German, touched the pity of an officer, who gave orders to let me paes, laughing as he did =o. When I reached our house it was on fire, and when I tried to enter by the front door I was thiust back at the point of th& bayonet, and, trying a back door, I was threatened with a revolved. Coming back to the street I cried : ' I must get in. My husband ! I want my daughter!' A soldier answered me: ' She Is burning with her father.' I threw myself on my knees before an officer, who said: 'lt is burning and what we have set fire to must go 011 burning.' As I hung on to the coat of this maiv I was seized and flung bodily into the opposite cafe, whose doors the Germans had insisted on being always left open. . There the soldiers related to me how, when my husband had tried to escape, he had been driven at the bayonet's point into the cellar, and that a moment' before they had seen my daughter at a second-floor window, and heard her crying : ' Papa, papa! come quick! They want to take me.' She adso had been thrown by force into the cellar, and they had taken away the key that I had given to my husband, and locked them both in. Then then set fire to the house, and as it did not burn fast enough they had come and taken two quarts of alcohol from the cafe and thrown it on the flames. I begged and prayed, saying that we had no firearms, and that my husband was an Israelitish priest, reputed for his mild and kindly character All the answer given was 'He is burning.' I was weak enough to say: 'Mv daughter! Give me back at least my daughter.' They only said: ' Your daughter is burning with j.our husband.' After this I swooned, and when I came to they threw me out." Later on the neighbors told her how they had found the charred remains of the two in tie cellar, and buried them in the back garden.