The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1882-03-23

usfu ~ ihtftsHuG oNscfsu VI toese pro
oecding.s Why. Lor rspember Mr. Allen
Drcvry. Twas gal 9, that time, aud he
sort o made up 10 me. tho lac knew John
Bo~an--thats jessie ktber-~as keepin'
my company.
What exclaimed Solomon, eIeiiedly.
you don't mean TO say howsn vas jealous
, There was some FOLKS said 80. II / didn h.
replied Mrs Grssty modss,ly.
], solomon looked slowly round the circle
and solemnly shook his bead.
Look here. .Slocum, ssid Captain Grssty.
still running his eye down the page
what's thisS Paid John Brown FIVE dol.
lars, first quarters rent Of his CELLAR Why
what has Chris Slocum 10 do with that
CELLAR
Slocum's eyes expanded. He rubbed
his spectacles. and stared intently at the
fatal words
IL don't believe twas that cellar, he
gasped.
Conldn't have been any other. just
across the back yard here, With door in
the wall between. Convenient TO the house
you see. Never thought Of it before.
| Yon don't mean to insinuate, said Solo.
mon, turning upon him with white face,
that-that my father had anything to do
with tbat-that affair.
don't mean 10 insinuate anything. an
swered the Captain with with shrug;
though don't see how Chris. Slocum was
any better than old Womble or John Bow
an.
Mr.. Michael LafIerty, sort OF loafing
character Of Twiddleton, here turned
around from the bar, where he was indulg-
ing in dhrap, and placing his finger on
the the side Of his florid nose, deliberately
winked.
See here, cap ye best not mix up the
ould mans name wild thin dhry bones
beyant. He was my friend, he was. an
I'd stan by him, an his to the ind. An il
it comes to suspicionin' him Of murther, |
see here, its better TO let out the truth.
The ould man wanted that cellar for stor.
age, ye zee.
What kind OF storage?
Whist, thin! Don't ye mind when the
revenue officers was down here, and could
not find dhrsp o the stuff but what was
not straight? But bedad they niver look
ed in the cellar beyant.
don't believe i'll cried Slocum savage.
ly.
But he saw that every one around him
did credit the mans statement and
gradually the conviction forced itself even
upod the unwilling mind,
II was shock to Solomon, who had al.
ways made boast OF the honor aud
honesty Of himself and his family
His respected father dealing in Illicit
whisky, and cheating the revenuey Solo
mon, with his neighbor's eyes bent upon
him, seemed to be shrinking to half his
natural size
| remember when the revenue officers
ised to hang around here in disguise,
said one man, in low tone ,
An idea strikes me. said another, excited
y. What il this young feller-Drewry.
Iou call him--was one Of 'em, and-keep.
ng one eye half fearfully fixed upon Slo.
out that cellar and never .
,ome out alivel +,
For week after this an awful calm OF
horror brooded over Twiddle- q
on. People were appalled, at the heinous |
rime which the Investigations OF Solomon Q
'locum had brought to light, and, more
ver, by a wonderful dispensation Of fate, '
,rought home to himself
There could be no doubt upon the sub. 3
ect; for, upon close investigation, ham. /
ner had been found under the bones in s
he bag plainly branded with Christopher
locum's initials. q
With the murderous weapon he had u
oubtless slaughtered his innocent victim. '
nd whether il had been done for the sake
money, or to prevent the betrayal of the d
sllar, remained the only point open to b
oubt.
Poor Solomon Slocuml how had his Il
lory Departed Would that he had never b
lterfered with what had not concerned
i'm! He the son of murderer, and his 8,
wn son to bear forever the dark blot OF
rat stigma. John Bowan had forbidden q,
is daughter to receive the young mans
.tentions. though Jessie cried and declar- W
| that she did not see why Joe should Il
iiier for sin not his own, and that she
as willing to marry him and help him n,
sar the disgrace il need bs 40
One day about six months after these
'ents, well-dressed, lly-looking gentle Ii
an stopped at the Eagle Hotel at Twid- n,
eton. As the servant took his horse he h,
oked curiously, and with q sort OF smile
the transformed house and its new sign
group of idlers were colleced. as usual
the long. low piazza, and there listened
ith interest TO what was said. "A
Place improved since | was here, five "
Id.twenty years ago. Who is the land. be
rd now? al
Myself. sir-Thomas Grasty. responded
e host with dignity. "
Ali what has become Of old Chris. Slo-
lml tv
Dead, sir, years agoi That's his son, an
'inting to seedy and deiected-looking 20
dividusl passing slowly along the street
Soil Not like the slrapping young chap TO
remember. Times seem to have gone III
.rd with him.
All, sir, he. had enough TO change himl o
And, in accordance with his nov estab-
he'd habit. Captain Grasty RECALLED his to
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