The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1870-03-31
if you will have the truth-Mr. Horton has
known all along where your daughter has

if you will have the truth-Mr. Horton has
known all along where your daughter has
been"
''How dare you tell me so-how dare you
hint"
''It's of no use being angry, madam, with
me-I have only done my duty. 1 tell you
have seen your daughter and Mr.. Horton to-
gether this afternoon, have but Just left them
and can take You to the house which l saw
them leave"
Mrs. Archbold did not faint or scream, but
her features grew rigid with anger and pale
with agitation. She left the room and in a
very few minutes re-entcred it, dressed and
ready to go out
"Come," she said and the two silently
started on their errand. When they arrived
at the house the detective rang the bell, and
asked the servant if Miss Archbold lived
there.
"No sir, we have none but married people
here.'
"Well,' showing the portrait, "docs this
lady live here?"
Eyes sir, but she is not in at present."
VERY well, then; we will come in and
wait for her; but you need not tell her that
any one IS here ?"
The hours passed very tediously and the
fortitude of Mrs. Archbold had almost given
and Immediately afterward her daughters
voice was heard bidding some one .'good
night" The carriage slowly departed, and
the detective, bidding the mother to keep
close behind him. stepped quietly into the
hall, and stood face to face with the girl he
had so long been looking for.
Good evening, Miss Archbold"
''That is not my name," and she looked
him full in the face.
''Indeed. Do you not, then, know this
lady?"
Her bravado was all gone then, and utter
ing scream that made even the experienced
police officer vince, she covered her face
with her hands, and fell fainting to the
floor
The detective, raising the young lady in
his arms, carried her out and placed her by
her weeping mothers side in carriage he
had procured. 1t is no intention OF mine to
recount the scene he then witnessed between
Mrs. Archbold and her child. The detective
in all his experience had never met the like,
and hopes never to meet it again. They
were both somewhat more composed before
they reached home, and the mother had
again nerved herself to meet the snake whom
she had so long called friend. Mr. Horton
had come in, and was in the dining room,
where he had been told by the other two
daughters, who had previously instruct
ed, that Mrs. Archbold had gone to take tea
with an acquaintance.
He turned quickly round, smiling blandly
as the handle of the door was turned, and
was about to advance when he stood trans
fixed with terror, and graspcd the table for
support.
Mrs. Archbold never spoke, but, drawing
herself up to her full height, pointed to her
daughter, who had sunk into a chair and was
sobbing convulsively. Her sisters, rushing
to her side, fondled and embraced her, call
ing her by name and entreating her to be
calm. Presently Mr.. Horton staggered
rather than walked, out, without breaking
the silence, the street door was opened and
Shut and he was gone.
"Well,' said !, land how did it all end 81"
''oh it was hushed up, as we'll as it could
be, though scores of people in New York
will recognize the story, and know the actors
| in it. Horton had fascinated the girl. | sup
| pose; he certainly was very pleasant man.
He tlattered her, and filled her head with
rubbish, and have no doubt had an eve to
her money eventually. was the means of
his wife obtaining a divorce from him; and
believe he is going to marry Miss Archbold,
but doubt if her mother will ever speak to
him again, although they often meet''
"What is he in the city stil?"
"Certalnly, and doing Il good business -
He is clever fellow. lie knew that he had
a much better chance of being unsuspected if
the girl remained close at home and must
confess that if it had not been for a whm |
should never have caught him."
THE PICKLED WATCH. The other day we
met Wiggins, and he had a silver-cased
watch-hunting at that We had
known Wiggins five -and-twenty years, and
never knew him to carry Il watch before.
4 nod and a leer, and said he'd tell US
'Last fall, ," he commenced, Il killed the
old brindle COW, and put the best part of her
into the beef barrel. She was fat and the
beef was nice; and l had nigh onto full
barrel | didn't want to make it very salt,
so | set it out in the shed, where the frost
might touch it and keep it; and you'd better
believe it made good eatin'.
Gone day my wife says to mc,-says she
"Wiggn, pears to me our beef is goin
mighty fast" | went and looked, and, sure
enough, it was goin'-goin rather faster'n
thought it ought to. I've noticed it lowern'
onaccountably this long time,' said my wife.
Somebody is stealin' it. Why don't yc set
trap?"
"But my neighbors were all good-hearted
| klNu Ol lOlkS,-tnOuSn one or TWO OF EN-
might be just a leetle inclined to poke round
where they didn't belong,-and didn't want
to hurt 'cm. | concluded, howsumevcr, that
it would be best to put the barrel, with what
little of the beef was left, down cellar,-and
did it.
"Well, when the beef was all used up
and L went to clear out the barrel, | found
this watch in the pickle. IT looked TO me
! like Tom Gammon's watch-Tom had work
ed for me considerable, and l had seen him
have the watch--or one very much like it.
When l saw Tom l showed him the watch,
and he said, right off, it was his.
"How'd We lose it ~ said.
g I carried it IN my pocket without any
chain, and must have dropped it out when
was stoopin'," said he.
Well said |, then ye must have been
stoopin' over my beefbarrel, for found it
in the picker
"With that Tom looked kinl of sheepish :;
and l guess he saw the twinkle in my
eye"
'Let me look at that ere watch agin," said
he.
"Hc looked at it Il little while, and then he
handed it back to me.
Z" On the whole, Mr.. Wiggin,' says he, 4
guess that ant my watch, arter all. 1t must