The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1892-10-03


the tale tine sheet was missing, for as
said before. the cell was very dark.
.v,t "a ali my pockets, not once, hui
about dozen times, but failed TO discover
the lost sheet, and 80 came to the con
olusion that in my hurry had left 1t al
my lodgings in Whitehaven. Seine tins
passed by, and then wartler lit the gas il
the corridor and a stream Of light found
its way through the hole in the cell door
once more took out my papers and eager
ly read them through, but the most inter
esting part of the tale was missing-th'
confession of the villain Edwards
What Yes, / see il all now" l ex
citedly exclaimed. "Warderr" l shouted
Now, can't you make less noise therep
answered that functionary, thrusting his
face in Mt the hole in the door.
please tell those two gentlemen whS
arrested me that ! wish TO speak to then
Immediately"
Presently the two detectives arrived or
the scene and entered my cell.
"Going to confesst' asked one.
YES" | replied, "but not to a crime
Will you tell me II the confession made
was on a sheet of paper like that|
One of them took the sheet, remarkinl
that they had not yet got the full particu
lars. merely wire.
passed bad night in the cell, and wok,
early next morning. About 8 o'clock
was informed that the English police hat
arrived. The superintendent of police from
Whitehaven then came to my cell, and
explained to him that | had been writing
a tale, and in gathering the loose pages O
paper together at my lodgings | had acct
dentally left one sheet out. | then handet
the twenty nine sheets to him and he wen
away. Presently he returned, laughing
saying;
You have had a narrow escape How
came you to use MS your own name that o
the man you call Edwards in your storyf'
i explained that my name was rather
long one, and that just gave Mrs. Smitt
that name as | happened to be writing 1t a
the time. He then took ME into the Office
and handed Inc the missing sheet, which
read as follows: ...
My name is not Edwards. The young mai
bearing that maine worked by me In America
quarreled with him, and in an angry mo
ment slew him and buried him. As hi
father had not seen him for many years,
came to pass myself on as his son, but wa
followed by the police. Now am going ava,
again. Do not seek me, for you will never flnt
me alive again. JOE MULLINS.
When l had finished reading it Laughed
loud and long, and so did all the officer
and men. We had high time of it tina
night at my hotel, and next morning 1, to
gether with the policemen from England
sailed for Whitehaven. When we arrivct
there the piers were crowded with people
evidently looking for some one on board
A cab was waiting for us, so rs soon as w,
landed we entered it, amid such exclama
tions as ''lhat's him with the silk hat on
Don't he look happy for a murderer
etc. .
Arrived at the station, matters were eX
planned and apologies offered, and we part
ed the best of friends Poor Mrs. Smitt
had splendid tea ready for me, and witt
her apron in her eye corner she said:
81 thought you couldn't "a done such
thing" ii
The townsfolk soon beard through thu
papers that the whole affair was mis-
take, and they considered it great Joke
but 1t taught me a lesson-ncver to lie
even in half joking fashion.-Yankee Blade