The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1878-08-19

Mr.. Mortons inquiries for him proved
IffuineasI and the world SsRYed ON. J..
The crowds on the thronEed sideWalks
stopped and held their breath; teams and
tufnohts tried to clear the way rs rum
away horse came gallopibg up fremont
street, ehAmping his bits and foaming.
The driver, who was slightly intoxicated,
had completely lost control Of him. There
was no one brave enough 10 attempt the
reecue, and the carriage Waa 10 momen.
tAry danger Of being overturned, when
some one leRped from the crowd, caught
nj the bride Of the excited animal, and
clupg 10 bin with . desperate grip. He
was dragged along short distance, get
ting terribly bruised, and then others
came to the rescue, and he was taken up
insensible from the feet Of the horse, that
stood painting and steaming but conquer.
ed. The occupants Of the carriage were
a lady aud q gentleman, whose white 70.
ces showed the terrible fright they had
experienced. .n .. ...'
hiring him here, Paid the lAdy's sweet
silvery voice, as they beritAted what 10
do with the man. We are almost home"
any Godp exclaimed Mr.. Morton
-ior il was he and Yeropica-as they
placed him on the soft cushions. alt is
Byron Forcythel" i'' D. "a
For The terrified, lovely face Of Veron.
lea Morton, beside her father In the open
carriage, had caught the eye Of Byron
Forcy The, aud 10 an instant he had flung
himself between her and the terrible dan.
ger.
1"oh,n said Yeronics, with little cry
Of terror, "a she, too, recognized the face.
q Have We killed himfp l4rH
And Byron Forcylhe was unconscious
that the little gloyed- hand, which he
vOald have counted happiness to touch,
vas resting gently upon the rich masses
ofnbroWn hair that clustered above his
fair, open brow. . l..Hlg.r7 ... ls
The beat medical aid was summoned,
and he was soon restored TO consciousness.
No prince could have been tended more
carefully than he, lying in darkened
chamber whose rich, soft carpet muiied
every hound. he had skilled nnrse,
but Neronica herself often soothed his
festlessuess. In spite Of careful nursing,
brain fever ensued. His Wild rawlings
d unjust suspicion and hopeless love
chilIed the hearts OF his listeners. Yer.
onica prayed that he might've to know
that bis innocence had been proved, and
her father, who had-just come up from
The borders OF death, longed for reason 70
return, that be might atone to the seIai'
tive soul for the injustice. The boon was
grated. ), One afternoon be. opened his
eyss. 70 nee. Veronics's lovely face bend
ing over him, not radiant and animated,
rs he had frat seen IL but sufiused with
tender sympathy, adv -.r-niiL ,i! Il
"You here? Where am II It was
your father who suspected me 9th
said, weakly. -
aoan yOaiforgive me, my boy' Twas
hssty. t,proved your innocence long
ago. Will you give me your handf"
said Mr.. Morton, who stood there. 'il.
"You almost gave yonr life for ours"
said veronics, 10 afal,ering tone, reach.
ipg ont her hand also, which he carried
Treverently q, his lips.
And Byron Foscythe, the junior part.
ner in the firm Of Morton & Co., and the
happy husband Of Veronica IL firm be.
lever in the doctrine that misfortunes
are blessings In disguise."a