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

had been summoned TO the FreS-
ident's house by that person
and that an adjustment
of their differences had there
taken place. He denied that he
had quilted the house in an ex-
cited manner, and said that if
the words quoted by his rival.
Mcdonald, had fallen from his
lips they referred, to the happy
reconciliation between the bank
er and himself.
The majority of the people
of Liberty, in the moment OF
excitement, were inclined to re-
ceive the telIer's statement
with many grains of allowance.
They saw him a suitor for Amy
Trentham's hand, and were rea-
dyto believe that he had swept an
opposing parent from his path.
ANY returned from the exam
nation in no enviable frame of
mind.
She found herself parentless
in the midst of a cold world,
and with the one to whom she
had given her hearts fresh love
in the shadow of the hang
mans moose.
For in the moment of his per-
il her whole soul went out to
him, and she believed that his
hand had not stricken her faith
er. Such was Amy Trentham's
love.
''If he did not kill father,
who did?" she asked herself
again and again; but no salts
factory reply rewarded her, and
the mystery grew deeper than
the sea.
The sun was setting when
Amy entered the little room
from whence the old mans spir-
it had taken flight.
She had not visited it since
the hour other terrible discovery
of the night before, and it had
remained in apparently the
same condition.
There were dark stains on
the floor, the sight Of which
chilled her blood, and she
turned to other and more invi.
ting objects.
All at once she noticed that
the icy wind penetrated the
room through broken pane.
A piece of paper which she
picked from the floor and laid
upon the desk was instantly
blown to one corner Of th(
room.
1t was too chilly for her, frai
girl as she was, and she was
about 10 quit the uninvitins
spot, when her eye chanced tt
light upon some lines of hel
fathers bold chirography on the
paper afore mentioned.
The next moment she had il
in her hand and read:
"God forgive me for the deet
/ am about to do! Tired of
life, and with troubles which
dare not confde to any one, en-
vironing me, l die by my owl
hand. Certain papers in th'
bank safe will tell the story
but not until the chronometel
is willing can the doors bC
opened. Heaven pity and bles;
my child, Amy!
"JAsPER TRENTHAM."
The girl read the sentences
with feelings that can not b.
described,
Her father suicide? Th'
thought was repulsiye; but the
truth seemed burned upon tht
paper before her, and she re
solved to turn it to account.
1t would save the life of Or
rim Walters, the accused teller
and place him spotless befor
society again.
She lost no time in exhibitin;
to few the piece of paper tn
wind had blown from the desk
but they shook their heads, an
at last pronounced it a forgery
1t seemed but to intensity tn
, populace against the teller.
, Led by MAYOR Mcdonald, WI
( fed the passions of needless me
, by WELCOMED words and COY
t ertly directed speeches, the pa
per was called "damning ev
! dence" against the prisoner, an
? the night promised to witnes
the vengeance of mob rule.
: At her earnest solicitation th
: cashier accompaniedAmyTre
ham to the bank and tried tt
/ doors Of the safe. They wei
: as immovable as mountains o
: adamant, and he told the gi
e that many hours might elap'
: before they would yield.
o "Did father close them?" 81
: asked.
q "Yes."
:. "When, please?"
( "Yesterday at 3 o'clock, b
: as they are not open yet. the
is, indeed, no telling what tin
n the mechanism will run down
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