The enquirer southerner., 1875-01-08

HaughtOn nSure as She stooo on
the wide lawn among the cape>
myrtles, ali IN pink flower, the hem
of her white dress sweeping the
sward.
Nothing could have been more
exquisite than the pure curves OF
her face, nothing more perfect than
the infantilo gold of her clustering
hair. And her beauty suited the
delicacy and sweetness of her spirit.
She was waiting for her husband.
You would not have thought that
she had husband, she was SO very
young. so girlish, SO flower>ike.
But she had been Guy Haughton'
wife six months, and he was young
and handsome and happy as she
But she had always lived in seclu-
sion at Vue d'Liero. It had been
her pstrlmony.
r Guy Haughton, who had moved
in thegreat world for fve-and-twnty
years, knew more of the evil than
she had ever dreamed.
As she stood there under the
rosy branches of the cape~myrtles,
a great dog, with curly chestnut
coat, suddenly bounded out Of she
shrubbery. He paused at sight O
her, posed with one foot upGfted
cycling her wissfully.
Then o young man, in his shirt
sleeves, came out of the trees.
Lon, said Mrs. Haughson
whose dog is this ?
Mime replied Lon Mackenzie
advueing.
He is very handsome. I die
not know you had dog, Lon
The gardener-a dark, wiz,
handsome fellow-smiled.
i went in town yesterday will
Mr.. Haughson, to get an order TO
some young trees. Gentleman 60
ing away on the Liverpool steame
offered him to Mr.. Haughton-h'
gave, him TO me. 7 call him Mon
fday, for the day Z got him, Jol
see.'
Mrs. Haughton smiled indul
gently.
'I'm very glad you have him
Lon. It's lonely sometimes on tn
sands, isn't it ?
Lon crushed his straw hat un
easily.
sYes,' he answered,
'How are your father and moth
err
about the same
'They are very old and infrm
You are good son, Lon.'
Lon smiled his dark, brillian
smile. The dog fswned on him
standing half way to his shoulder
Down, Monday!'
His coat is fine and chestnus
solored, like the beautiful hair of
lady, said Mrs. Haughton.
A buggy whirled up the drive
Guy Haughton had arrived.
That night, his young wifi
dreaming innocent dreams, Gu,
Haughton was arrested for forgery
The stern arm of the law drew hin
from the delights Of his home to th
call of a prison.
It was direful day. No igh
could be seen to lift the pail 0
darkness.
A check had been presented a
one of the principal banks of th
eisy, signed by name which prove
to be falsely rendered. 1t ha
been received from Mr.. Haughtcn'
gardener, Lon Mackenzie, and Lon
ON being searched for, was dis
covered missing.
In the night, but q few hour
previous to the arrest of MI
Haughton, he had left his home,
cottage on the sandy banks of th
river.
But no one believed that th
young gardener was guilty. 4h
trick was too bold, of too gres
magnitude, for the work of an un
educated man. He had been a toe
Of others--ef that sharp, brillian
master of his they said. And wit
part of the notes found in Nj
Haughton's office.desk, who ooul
doubt it ?
Only, Lon had discovered h
danger, and run away.
So the community said. Fin
the detective, knew better. II
came and stationed himself on th
outskirts of the city, and did ltttI
trading between the freedmen wh
had truck patches and the shipper
of Southern fruits to the Norther
markets. r..-.-
| By-and>by he, found a beautifi
quedroon girl cultivating straw
berries. She spoke sweetly-sl
could read and write.
Flint managed to see her ever
day for three weeks.
She had told him that her nan
was Rosy. She and her moth,
owned, the cabin and the straw
berry. patch. She was industriou
modest, respected, Jet she locke
sadder than most Of her elass.
Professionally, she was an obie
of great interest to Detective Film
He watched her face, be listened