Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1900-02-15

II returned 70 CiDhop tho niGht -
fore 'prsss day and proceeded q once
70 the Sentinel once. On entering l
noticed q light In the composing room
and looked In. Maniey Was ~ Norc
setting type. and made q strikinG nc,
ture as he stood there. his nimble nm
gers keeping pace with dying thoughts,
the nIckering gas JET contrasting bis
not unhandsonpe face in bold relief
against the p>evniling darkness OF the
room. There was no copy on the case
In front Of him. but hardly gave this
incident thought, ms he was much
given to setting up his articles from
memory. Finishing the work atfmy
desk. was about to depart, when Man
ley came into the. room and handed me
a proof Sheet with The request that l
should read II. In order that 1t might be
ready for correction In the morning.
Here is what read:'' ae
Starbuck produced from a pocket
book a somewhat worn newspaper clip
ping and handed it to me. The article
was headed, 1.-The Mystery Solved
and read as follows:
"The people OF Ciphon will undoubt-
edly be surprised on reading to-day's
Sentinel to learn that the Hon. Alfred
Cartwr!gbt's murderer has confessed;
moreover, that Ii was he aud no other
who put this article into tyne. How
ever, before you universally condemn
the guilty wretch it is well all should
read chapter IN Alfred Cartwrights
life, of which the Inhabitants of Ciphon
are evidently in ignorance. Six years
ago, In city far from this village,
there was happy homemade bright
by the sunshine of prosperity and con-
tentment. A middle-aged man was hap
by in the smilesof lovely young wife,
and no cloud married the serenity of an
ideal existence. But the tempter came
to this Eden as he did In the long ago.
Clothed in friendships garb he entered
this peaceful household. The old, old
tale was repeated. The young wife
listened to honeyed compliments and
base entreaties-and fell. In a few
months she lay dead-killed by her own
hand. The griefcraZed husband fed
from the ruins of all he held dear, and
after years of ceaseless wanderlngs re.
turned with the calm determination to
avenge that young. blasted life. The
man was Hugh Manley, the tramp; the
serpent, the Hon Alfred Cartwright.
l killed him. Entering the window, 1
~ Ia To hnn nd nd
looked up. Not moments repentance
did l grant him. No! / sent him be-
fore his Maker with his soul as black
as ravens wing. This is the end:
Hugh Manley has told in type the so
luton of mystery that has puzzled
you ALL" ss& aa~ sH
Every dramatic and-sad," remark
ed. as l handed back the clipping.
What became of Manleyy'
"They found him the next day at his
lodging house," continued Mr.. Star
buck, land placed him in the county
jail, but he never came to trial. Many
visitors were allowed to see him. and
one morning, about week before court
convened, they found him dead in his
cell. He had taken poison, no doubt
struggled to him by some friend or ac-
quaintance. 1t did not surprise me,
although l never believed any jury
would have hanged the man-but his
life was blasted. He wanted to die"
Mr.. Starbuck settled back in his seat
and lighted a fresh cigar, and as
glanced at him the conviction suddenly
seized me that / knew where Manley
got the poison.-Peinsylvania Grit