The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1867-01-01

T 8u dd George Crouthu
stepping forward Il mother scream
"a au9 his father risns from bia seat
aazad on hm ssuruly, and @ld
George CroWthCg yeu sre ne son oi
mine 4 murderer
Saeact thUndrgd bis son olfl
am murderer whose IS tho iauli
What H il that dragged me into debt
brought mo o the gaining table. ro
duced mo below tbe Iavel s. the lruies
and made me what au, q liar. q prof
ligae gambler and murderer
What has done tb.s Yie 3f4gt Now,
look Ii in yoW own heart and tell mc
who il was that laughed it me whom /
was yoans tog bong tcetota-
lar sneergd At me day IN day ioI my
temperance principles, and az last PER-
uadcd zoe 70 taste 81 that cup which
las ruined and DESTROYED my worldly
prospects and viii be tbe means OF
my damnntion
i taught You to drink George an
swcred Air Cr8wthor i did not teach
vou to be a druukard 4 man may be
Iamoderte arinLer, butyct uota drunk
ara
"Pshaw was tbo rotort, "scek moi
to palHato your wrong hy such friHo
( l0ds excuse. Aou taught mo 70 drink,
and, hut for you, might have beon q
proud aud happy man to-day Instead
of which am hunted by man, actlused
81 God, an outcaat and murderer
Yours il the fault, and mino but the
misfortune. You have ruined me, and
4 curse you for it II my disgrace has
fallen heavily on you, may It fail thrice
as heavily lit has caused you sor-
row, may il cause YOU 20 sorrow more.
May your heart be broke with sorrow,
may
"George Georgow cried his moth.
er throwing herself at his feet, and
clasping his knees conyulsiyely, whilst
bis father trembled with horror and
dread Heard heavy tojtsteps on tie
stairs, but he heard them not, for he
went on
May every agony Of romorsc and
terror that / have felt be doubiy felt by
you, and may your death be thrice as
horrible and agonizing.
George Crowther, ] arrest you in the
name Of the Queen, for murder !" A
heavy hand was laid on his shoulder,
and he sprang up like an cnraged tiger.
"I is that girl, ! heard him mutter
between his teeth.
"No, no, said the police officer
"tharc amt been any gal wotsomeycr
consarned in this ere aflair. Nobody
'ccpt your humble servant Detective
Sharp, Of Bow street,
DO you think that you, single-hand-
cd can take me said George, throw
ling the officer from Am as II he had
been baby. "No, 10, I've too much
to be taken by any otle man living. As
| he spoke he drew his pistols out aimed
one at the officer, who did Mt appear in
tic least disturbed
~ thought yon 4 be rayther Wild,
said Sharp, $50 / took the precaution
to fetch little aid Halo without
there. As be spoke, -four men whom
/ had seen come up the stairs with him,
stepped into the room.
II sposc you see now, said Sharp,
chat it amt Of 70 arthly ooso whatey-
er to resist 7" George returned no nm
swer, but lifting the pistol to his own
head, fred. / heard afall and shrek.
and when looked there was his moth
er bending over him with a pale fright
ened face, and yainly endeayorng to
stanch the blood which ran from tho
wound The father had tainted
Sharp looked on with disappointed
air.
"Wcll, it is aggrayatin'," said he,
that artcr all my troubles, and oil my
struggles, the prize has slipped through
my fingers this way He must have
been a disprit, dispIit M.
/ | suppose need MT tell you any thing
more. I've told my secret, and hope
i you il moi tell It any body, because it
might do harm TO the Red Lion, md
as I'm quite pleased with my situation,
| should ut like any thing wrong to
happen.