Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1900-02-28

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Cartwright was unmarried, and with
the exception of an aged couple who
acted AS servants, lived alone. He had
been man prominent in local politics,
and although little was known of his
life previous to his coming to Ciphon,
he was extremely popular, and had al
ready represented the county one term
In the State Legislature.
I'VE hurredly published au extra edi-
| tion of the Sentinel containing story
of the crime in all its ghastly details
Detectives We're worked night and day
following mp imaginary clews. and for
the lack of better material, trying to
| fasten the crime on the worthy man
and woman who had served the muir
dered man faithfully during his resi-
dence in Ciphon, and We're apparently
In every way above suspicion. Before
the day for the regular weekly Issue of
the Sentinel was called out of town,
and previous to my departure instruct
ed Manley to devote his energies to get
ting out complete story of the murder
mystery. AS | finished he remarked
/ with smile, that he would make ev
cry effort to unearth the cowardly per
! petrator of the dastardly deed
I Il returned to Ciphon the night be-
fore press day. and proceeded Mt once
to the Sentinel office. On entering |
noticed light In the composing room
and looked in. Manley was ut work
/ A. ,tl ,t,,c, III,
ture as he stood there, his nimble fin
gers keeping pace with flying thoughts,
the fiickering gas jet contrasting his
not unhandsome face in bold relief
against the prevailing darkness of the
room. There was no copy on the case
in front of him, but hardly gave this
incident thought, as he was much
given to setting up his articles from
memory. Finishing the work at my
desk, | was about to depart, when Man.
ley came into the room and handed me
a proof sheet with the request that |
should read it, in order that it might be
ready for correction In the morning.
Here is what read:''
Starbuck produced from a pocket
book somewhat worn newspaper clip
ping and handed it to me. The article
was headed, '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
Cartwright's murderer has confessed; !;
| 1a nd ~ har
! who put this article into type. How
ever, before you universally condemn
| the guilty wretch ii is well all should
| read chapter In Alfred Cartwright's 8
| 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
py in the smiles of lovely young wife,
and no cloud marred 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 DID, old
tale was repeated. The young wife
listened to honeyed compliments and
base entreaties-and fell. In few
months she lay dead-killed by her own
hand. The grief-crazed husband fed
from the ruins Of all he held dear, and
after years of ceaseless wanderings 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.
killed him. Entering the window,
stole upon him. He heard me and
looked up. Not a moments repentance
did grant him. No! l sent him be-
fore his Maker with his soul as black
Hugh Manley has told in type the So
luton of a mystery that has puzzled
you ALL"
VERY dramatic and-sad," remark
ed, as I 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 a week before court
convened, they found him dead In his
cell. He had taken poison, no doubt
smuggled to him by some friend or ac-
quaintance. 1t did not surprise me,
although I 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 fresh cigar, and as I
glanced at him the conviction suddenly
seized me that knew where Manley
got the poison.-Pennsylvan Grit.
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No Gentleman Would Take 1t.