The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1875-08-31

Haughton's gardener, Lon Mackenzie, and
Lon, on being searched for, was discover.
ed missing
In the night, but few hours previous
to the arrest Of Mr.. Haughton, he had
left his home, cottage on the sandy
banks of the river.
But no one believed that the young
gardener was guilty, The trick was too
bold, of too great magnitude, for the work
of an uneducated man. He had been o
tool of others--of that sharp. brilliant
master Of his, they said. And with a
part of the notes found in Mr.. Haughton's
office.desk, who could doubt il l.?
Only, Lon had diScorered his danger
and run away.
So the community said. Flint, the de-.
tective, knew better. He came and sta.
toned himself on the outskirts Of the city
and did little trading between the
freedmen who had "truck patches" and
the shippers Of Southern fruits to the
Northern markets.
By-an.by he found beautiful quad.
room girl cultivatiug strawberries. She
spoke sweetly-she could read and write
Flint managed to see her every day
for weeks.
She had told him that her name was
Rosy. She and her mother owned the
cabin and the strawberry patch. She
was Industrious, modest, respected, yet
she looked sadder than most Of her class
Professionally, she was an object Of
great interest to Detective Flint. He
watched her face. listened to the tones of
her voice, to her very breathing, when he
questioned her
She talked with him in simple, mod.
est fashion She showed little interest in
the trouble at Nuo d'Lere, even though
she had occasionally sold strawberries to
Mrs. Haughton. She had seen the mis-.
sing gardener, lion Mackenzie, once or
twice, she id.
She always went on with her work
steadily during these conversations.
Flint kne@ that Southern girl either
black or white, seldom does that-seldom
or never chats and abors.
His watch Of Rosy grew more vig;ant.
lie went to the cabin one day. making
an excuse of wanting washing done by
Rosy's mother
Rosy came to the door. She wore a
white blouse, red ribbon at the throat
and skirt Of dark worsted stuff.
AS she stood in the doorway, shading
her black lashed eyes with her slim hand,
the sun fell upon her dress.
II suppose COW you have to keep
dog to prevent the niggers from stealing
your strawberries ?" said Flint
NO. she answered, quietly, 1--WE keep
no dog"
Don't like them, perhaps ?"
"SOme dogs" replied Rosy, looking
sadder than before.
"What coored dogs, now ?" persisted
Flint, in careless manner, as he lit his
pipe.
A faint crimson stained her creamy
cheek.
"I think brown dogs are the rrettiesl ;"
she said thoughtfully," ,"brown and curly"
AT midnight all was still about the
humble cabin
The salt tide swelled up the river
The white sailed boats fitted noiselessly
down,
The trumpet.vine stirred in the breeze
on the old sea wall. The bushes stood in
dark clumps on the dusky banks.
Under these bushes man lay smoking.
AT slight sound he turned the fire
from his pipe down among the dewy
grasses.
A dog came running down the shore.
He leaped up the bank, sprang past him,
and scratched at Rosys cabin door.
He was instantly admitted.
Half an hour and he was noislessly let
out. A small basket was hung about his
neck. He trotted down the shore. Flint
crawled out from under the bush IS, and
followed the dog.
1t was Monday
llcking the hand of his master, hidden in
deserted fg-thicket, when they came
upon him-strong officers of the law,
against whom resistance was useless.
Detective Flint had been Joined by
two men.
Lon Mackenzie was drawn from his
retreat, and conducted to prison.
There he confessed to the forgery. He
was singularly gifted with the power of
initiating penmanship. He had implicat-
ed Mr.. HaughtOn by placing the bills in
his desk.
He had coveted the money to enable
him TO marry Rosy, he said
Rosy and Monday had fed him for
nearly month.
He had made his confession, clearing
Guy Haughton. and then-lberty is
sweet ! Love laughs at prison.bars-
Monday came into the prison with tiny
file hidden in his brown, curly coat.
The prisoner was missing next morn.
ing, and Rosy and Monday were missing
too.
And this time Detective Flint was
baked.
"HOw did you find the clue before ?"
he was asked
"l saw dogs hair on the girls dress.
A peculiar color knew he had been
fawning on her, But the fellow is off
for good and all Gone over the water"
So spoke Detective Flint, out of his
knowledge OF the guild.