Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1878-02-14

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innocent?" he said.
sI do"
"And that the papers spoken
of in the document, which some
declare a forgery, are in the
safeY'
eyes"
"And so do l."
Amy Trentham started for
ward at the sound of the per-
manent cashiers words.
"God viii bless you for those
words she said, grasping his
hands. '.They bring balm to my
crushed and bleeding heart.
You will let me remain"
Yes, and may the doors yield
to your hands before the pas
sions Of bad men do that deed
which I believe God never par
dons."
Amy's face grew pale.
"Will they attempt to take
him from the jail?' she asked
almost breathlcss.
81 feel that such an event is
coming" was the reply. "Noth-
ing save the papers, if they ex-
ist, can prevent it. | will never
believe him guilty of the helm
Gus crime. He can not commit
murder. The jealousy of one
man is at the bottom of this
mob frenzy"
81 know it,"
"Pardon me, Miss Amy" the
cashier said, stammeringly. 81
have spoken"
"No apologies, Mr.Meredith," !"
was the quick reply. 81 know
that jealousy is making a hell
in Liberty at this moment. |
never loved that man."
"Never! Thank God!"' ejac-
ulated the cashier. ':His heart
lis as black as highland one
who loves him loves a person
whose shadow is DEATH"
When the cashier withdrew
Amy found herself alone in the
bank. She had locked the door
behind the cashier, the only
friend left to her in the world,
and returned to the vault.
Her fingers FASTENED to try
the safe; but it yielded not, and
while she sank back with a sigh,
darkness came over the town.
The Jail stood almost directly
opposite the bank, and its hard
stone walls looked like the clos
ed portals of doom to the girl.
Ever and anon Amy tried the
safe, each time with hope in her
heart, but it sank after the eff
fort. Suddenly a sound caused
the girl to start. Loud cries
reverberated through the street.
They grew terribly distinct, and
at last left no doubt as to their
import. The mob was about to
assault the Jail.
Amy hastened, tugged at the
iron doors, then desisted, with a
Igroan, to listen again.
All at once the doc: of the
bank was unlocked from with
out, and a man sprang to Amy's
side. open yet?"
"No.'
:.My God! The mob is at the
Jail! II is armed with sledges
and picks. The sheriff has fled
with the keys. / told him tc
go, and the fends will soon bat
! ter at the doors.
Before Amy could reply
, sharp stentorian blows fell upor
their ears.
'Listenl" said the cashier, pale
as death. "9They are at work
Holy heaven! Why don't The
mechanism save himw
With his last words Meredith
! flew at the safe like tiger, bu'
the doors refused to yield.
; "God help him!" he ejacula
Z ted. "Watch it all the time
I: girl; / will report soon."
He was gone, and for the sec
ond time the girl was alone IL
e the bank. Louder and loude
grew theblows of the sledge'
o on the Jail door. The doors
D could not resist long, for, al
: they were the outer ones, the.
: were not very strong.
! Harkl the strange noise ant
d the wild cry that followed toll
3 Amy that the doors had yielded
She sprang to her feet; but tn
e night prevented her from seein;
: across the street.
e But she pictured the mo
e swarming into the Jail, cage
f to tear Orrin Walters from hi
RI cell and perpetrate that crlm
;e which the cashier had declares
objectionable. Then back t
.e the safe again. 1t still defie
her hopes, and filled her wit
new fears. John Meredith sud
denly reappeared.
1t "Amy! open yct?' he cries
re "No, sir. If it was / woul
le not be here"
- The cashier sank back gasE