Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1878-02-20

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presidents residence in an excited
manner, and that he heard him
say: at is all over; we've settled
accounts at last !"
The coils were drawn tightly
around the young man, and he
found public sentiment decidedly
against him. 1t was with great
difficulty that the mob spirit was
kept in obeyance at his preliminary
examination, and an excited crowd
followed him to the very door OF
the Jail.
BY the accused the murder was
strenuously denied. He said that
on the fatal night he had been
summoned to the presidents house
by that person himself, and that an
adjustment of the differences had
there taken pleace. He denied
that he quilted the house in an ex-
cited manner, and said that if the
words quoted by his rival, Nc
Donald, had fallen from his lips
they referred to the happy recon-
citation between the banker and
himself.
The majority of the people of
Liberty, in the moment of excite
ment, were inclined to receive the
teller's statement with many grains
of allowance. They saw him a
suitor for Amy Trentham's hand,
and were ready to believe that he
had swept an opposing parent from
his path.
Amy returned from the examina-
ton in no enviable frame of mind.
She found herself parentless in
the midst Of cold world, and
with the one to whom she had
given her hearts fresh love in the
shadow of a hangman's moose.
For in the moment of his peril
her whole soul went to him, and
believed that his hand had not
stricken her father.
Such was Amy Trentham's love.
"If he did not kill father, who
did," she asked herself again and
again; but no satisfactory reply
rewarded her, and the mystery
grew deeper than the sea.
The sun was setting when Amy
entered the room from whence the
old mans spirit had taken fight.
She had not visited it since the
hour of her terrible discovery Of
the night before, and it remained
in apparently the same condition.
There were dark stains on the
floor, the sight of which chilled her
blood, and she turned to the other
and more inviting objects.
All at once she noticed that the
icy wind penetrated the room
through q broken pane. 1t seem
ed to SILVER her very heart.
A piece of paper which she
picked from the floor and laid upon
the desk was instantly blown to one
corner of the room.
1t was too chilly for her, trial
girl as she was, and she was about
to quit the uninviting spot, when
her eye Echanced to light upon
some lines of her fathers bold
chirography on the paper before
mentioned.
The next moment she had it in
her hand, and read:
"God forgive me for the deed /
am about to do! Tired of life, and
with troubles which dare not con-
fide to any one, environing me, !
die by my own hand. Certain pa
pers in the safe will tell the story;
but not until the cLronometer is
willing can the doors be open.
Heaven pity and bless my child,
Amyw
JASPER TRENTHAM.
The girl read the sentences with
feelings that cannot be described.
Her father suicide! This
thought was repulsive; but the
truth seemed burned upon the
paper before her, and she resolved
to turn it to account.
1t would save the life of Grin
Walters, the accused teller, and
place him spotless before society
again.
She lost no time in exhibiting to
a few the paper which the wind
had blown from the desk; they
shook their heads, and at last pro-
nounced it forgery.
1t but seemed to intensity the
populace against the teller.
Led by Major Mcdonald. who