The Durham daily globe. (Durham, N.C.) 1889-1894, 1891-11-27
OF A MAN NAMED CROW.

THE GLOBE man reads with a degree
of regret which is absolutely genuine of
the death of a person who called himself
CHARLEY Grow. At the time of his set
Element with the Grim Monster-the man
Of the name of Grow was living at Lin
coin, Nebraska.
CROW was a young man, and he was
an ignorant nan and he was essentially
a peculiar man. Why we should write
of CHARLEY Crow, and we have seen so
many Of our friends-and deep friends
too, which Grow was not-leave the bit
ter shores of time-seen them drift to
banks whose verdue is unknown-but
some how and some way Crows LIES
story furnishes a text, but absolutely
lacks in a moral and is positively barren
Of anything and Of everything which
would excite curiosity or which might
suggest emulation.
In the narrow way of looking at things
CROW was a scape-grace-he was a liber-
tine, he was a blackmailer and mildly
yet emphatically speaking Grow was a
thief and a villain. He was one Of those
characters who could smile and smile and
be a villain still. He lacked the versatil-
ity of villainy-he was wanting in those
arts which have caused men to be
called "smooth'-but he yet possessed a
rough and dashing audacity which would
cause n to ADMIRE him-and despise
him at the same time In the versatility
of his ignorance and his internal base
ness-if such a proposition will be ad-
mitted, Grow did not have an equal. In
his friendships he was shetland no mat
ter how much abuse you may have heaped
upon him Tuesday, his Monday compact
was buried and forgotten.
Getting his money easily-enough and
a little more to live upon-CRow was Of
ten liberal-too liberal to ever have sue
ceeded~ financially. He took and he gave.
From a hotel porter he fell TO the COM
level of a blackmailer, a jury fixer,
a libertine and what Was more, in all
his wicked and winding career-a deser-
ter.
1t is said that his wife was once an in
mate of a whitened sepelcher. It is not
to be wondered at that she finally shot
him or that he shot her. 1t would not
be news to say that she was anything, be-
cause he was nothing. Somehow in this
world likes meet-if there is a union or
if there is happiness-because extremes
in meeting cause a jar.
Grow lived by chance and it was about
the best thing he ever did when he died.
lie has been a friend of the writer at
times-and again he saw a reason for it.
real motive of the heart ever prompted
him to do a good deed or a bad deed.
was al impulsive, an ignorant and a
constituencies character-a sort of sea
Heed-a something's nothing, drifting
lere and drifting there.
He is gone-gone beyond the recall of
he false VOWS of a hysteric mistress-
zone beyond the sound of the testers
augh who paused to parley with him
zone beyond the voice of father and Sis
ers who were stricken to hear of his
leath-yet whom he had deserted-and
The GLOBE, knowing his weaknesses and
conscious of the fact that he had no
strength, drops upon the bier of CHARLEY
CRow-who never slept-the detective
Who never detected-a silent but an hon
st tear-now that he has gone to a last,
ong and eternal sleep-a sleep where an
infinite detective will call him up to an
wer for all that he did in his mad, wild
nd inCOherent way.