The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1866-08-08

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poned. The sum taken from him
was irrevocably lost; there was
neither means TO find or recognize
the audacious thief; nevertheless, as
though struck by-a sudden idea, he
stopped snort. -
EYES," cried he, 'I may succeed
by this means. If this man resides
in London, perhaps Ishal be able to
find him. Heaven has, doubtless,
determined that he should be i'm
prudentr'
A little consoled by some hope,
Toby went home without appearing
the least troubled, and withoutspeak
ing of his adventure. He did not go
to q magistrate, but embraced his
daughter, who doubted nothing, and
as usual retired and slept with plea
SAINT dreams. Next morning he com
menced his researches Bringing
out the mare from the stable where
she had passed the night, he placed
the bride upon her neck, hoping
that the animal, guided by habit,
would naturally go to her masters
house.
He let the unchecked beast 20 free
in the streets of London, and fol-
lowed her. But he over-rated her in
stinct; for a long time she walked
about, making a thousand turns and
curves, without object or direction );
sometimes stopping, then starting in
q contrary course. Toby despaired );
the thief, thought he, never resided
in London: how silly was not to
notify magistrate before it was too
late, instead of depending upon this
animal to find the vagabond.
He was Interrupted in his refec-
tions by the cries of the children who
had been nearly trod upon by the
mare-a moment since so quiet, now
she started to run.
"Stop her! stop herl'' cried every
''Let her CO." cried the Quaker;
Gin the name of Heaven, do not stop
herr'
And following, with anxiety, the
course of the animal, he saw her
rapidly enter the half-open gateway
of splendid residence at the West
End.
IT'S here, thought the Quaker
thankfully raising his eyes to Heaven.
Then, in passing before the house,
he saw a servant in the yard patting
the beast, and conducting her to the
stable; he then asked of the first
person he met the name of the pro-
prietor OF the house
"What! are you stranger in this
part of the town, that you do not
k
chant, Weresford?"
The Quaker stood petrified.
'Weresford," repeated the man,
believing himself misunderstood:
lyon well know the man who has
made so great fortune"
Thanks, my friend, thanks, re
piled Toby.
He was unable to recover himself.
Weresford, Edwards father--a re-
spected mamie my thief!
He believed himself the butt of q
dream, and wished to return home.
Nevertheless, he called to mind
several instances of respectable men
who had been connected with bands
OF malefactors. Then this immense
fortune, the source of which was so
uncertain; then this mare, which
seemed to be going to her master.
Toby was determined to solve the
mystery. He went boldly into the
yard and demanded speech with the
master, who, although it was nearly
noon, was still in -bed-another indi- |
cation of n night of fatigue. The
Quaker insisted upon being intro
duced Immediately, and soon found
himself in Weresford's bed-chamber. !
He had just walked, and rubbing his !.
eyes asked, little out of humor::
"Who are You, sir, and what do !
you want?' |
The sound of his voice awakened /!
Toby's recollection, and completed !
his conviction. Quietly taking a
chair, he posted himself near the
bed. without removing his hat.
"You remain covered" cried the
surprised merchant.
81 am a Quaker" replied the
other, with much calmncss, "and
you know that such is our usage
At the first words of the Quaker
"eresford sprung up and closely ex-
amlned his visitor. Without doubt
he recognized him, for he turned
pale.
Well asked he, stammerins,
what is, if you please, the-the-
subject which brings you hither?"
II ask pardon for having shown so
much haste" replied Toby, "but
among friends it is unusual to stand