Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1878-12-06

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end, and it still contained the note that
accompanied the money. .s ~
Never knew of such a thing before. ("
thought Mr.. Morton, as he rode home
ward. Through this piece of raseality
have turaed of FoFsvthe. Wish 1
knew where he is. 1t did look sugpic-
lons, though" trying TO ease his con.
science, that told him he had been rash
Veroniea Morton made q lovely pic
ture as she sat under the subdued gas
light in her warm, bright sitting-reom,
idly dreaming over a volume in crimson
and gold that contrasted with the lily
Whiteness Of her dimplsd hand. A
rarely beautiful girl of eighteen, with
eyes containing unfsthOmable depths
of Romanly tenderness and truth, Fich,
cfeam-t1nted complexion, that deepened
| gradually into vivid color on her cheek ;
mouth sweet toYable and firm, and .
4orm Of exquisite proportions, attired In
elosely-6tting dress Of maroon silk.
Footsteps in the hall and, 20, papa
you've come; you're later than usual, y
was the greeting that Mr.. Morton re-
eeiFed as he eIivered. His eareWorh face
relaxed from its drawn lines as the girl
put her arms around his neck and kissed
him. They passed into the supper-room,
with its bright silver and dainty china.
What IS the matter, papaP asked
his daughter, noticing that he looked
unusually thoughtful.
he .hesitated moment, then told her
Of his dismissal of Byron Forsythe and
the finale. A look Of intense sympathy
oyerspread her face. sd 80
20, papa, how dreadfully he must
have felt to be so unjustly suspected.
saw him few times. He looked too
good and noble to do anything mean.
Dontlyou think You can Ind him ?''
gr :" am afraid not, dear; but I am going
to do what can" r''' +'
And when Veronica laid her head on
her pillow that night the face Of the tail,
handsome youth, with fearless blue eyes
and fair, broad brow, who was under the
shadow Of q dark suspicion, haunted
her dream. =.
She had never guessed that the vision
of radiant loFeliness that had appeared
once or twice in her fathers dusky Office.
in jaunty bat and velvet was indelibly
engraved on thR memory of Byron For
sythe, high-spifitsd, weh-born as she.
and that he cursed the poverty that for
bade him to try to win the prize he coV-
eted, Mr. Morton's inquiries for him
proved fruitless, and the world Wagged
on.
The crowds on the thfonged sidewalks
stopped and held their breath; teams
and turnouts tried to clear the way asa
runaway hoHse cane gallOping down
foaming. The driver, who was slightly
intoxicated, had completely lost control
of him. There was no one brave enough
to attempt the rescue, and the carriage
yasin naomentary danger of being over
turned, when some one leaped from the
crowd, caught at the bride of the ex-
cited Rnimal and clnng to him with
.desperate grip, y He vas dragged along
short distauee, Getting terribly bruised. I
and then others came to the rescue, ard
he was taken up insensible from the !
feet of the horse that stood painting ard
steaming, but conquered. The occupah n
Of the carriage were lady and a gen1e-
man, whose Ebite faces sh0Eed the ter
ible fright they bad sxperienced.
Bring him here, said the ladg's
sweet and silEery voice, as they hesitafed
what 70 do with the man ave are
almost home"
,f't'8Gy Eodl" exclaimed Mr. Morton
for it was he and Veronica-as they
placed him on the soft cushions. cit is
Byron FofsytheP " AA'1A -St1 7A
d, Forthe terrified lovely face Of Veronica
Motion, Beside her father in the open
carriage, had caught the, eye of Byron
FoFsythey and in an instant he had hung
himself between her and a terrible 4
danger. llttJ l l}OU4 - siIl
20" said Veronica, with a-ittle cry Of |
terror as she reeegnized the face. ''Haye
we killed him% r
Byron Forsythe NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. that
the little. gloved hand, which he would
have counted ahaPpinessf to touch, was
resting gently upon the rich masses Of |
brown hair that clustered above his fair, /
open brow. - "'" ~ i
- The best medical aid was summoned, |
and he was soon restored to conscious
ness. No prince: could have been tended |
more carefully than he, lying in a dark
eRed chamber, whose rich, soft carpet |
niufaed every sound. He had a skilled |
nurse, butt Veronica herself often soOthed |
bis restlessness. In spite of careful |
nursing, brain fever ensued. His wild /
ravings of unjust suspicion and hopeless
love, chilled The hearts Of his listeners.
Veronica prayed that he might live to /
know his innocence had been proved,
and her father, who had just come up
from the borders of death, Ionged for
reason to return, that he might atone
% the sensitive soul fer the injustice.
The boon was granted One afternoon /
be opened his ewes TO see Veronica'S
lovely face bending over him, not ra-
aiant; and animated as he had seen il,
but suff1sed with tender sympathy. II
-B'SYous bere2 Where amtI2 It was
your father who suspected me Of, Pile
'aid, weakly D +" 6'-- -' .'l'
Can you forgive me, my boy? was
nasty. I proved1you innocence long
ago. VIII you give me your bandF9 said
IT: Morton, who stood there. rs 4.
You almost gave your life for ours"
aid Veronica, in a falteFing tone, reach
ng ont her hand also, which he carried /
'everently TO his lips. aFA.i 3ft l.
. Byron Forsythe, the junior partner in
he firm of Morton & Co., and the happy
husband of FVerOnica, is a 6rul believer
. the doctrine that .GMisfortunes are
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