The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1879-10-09

contents to his pockets. He repeated
the process at the next box. When he
tried the third one of the Off
GERS, who had followed stealthily,
concluding that the situation was
ripe, surprised him by heavy
hand on each shoulder, demanding what
he was about.
Il am mailing letter. he said readi-
ly, resenting the interference. "Can't a
fellow"
"a letter, yes. Let us see the con-
tents of your pockets
Finding himself cornered, he produced
q handful Of letters.
'sSorry, but we1I have to invite you to
take walk with u.s." And forming n
squad of honor, they escorted him to the
police station. He seemed to have
something in his hand that he wished to
be nd Of. They gave way purposely,
and soon heard slight click on the
pavement. Not easily baffled, a sharp
search with matches brought duplicate
key to light. Arrived at the lookup
they relieved him of the letters and left
him to await his trial.
Mr.. Morton. running his eye over the
columns of the journal, lighted upon
this item:
sThe man whom officers White and
Patterson arrested for robbing letter
boxes has confessed that it was not his
first offense. A quantity of mail matter
has been found with him, among which
he owns he found several sums of money.
1t can be seen at-department of the
post Office"
Mr.. Morton rode down town to the
Office. Asking to see the recovered mail
matter, he ran his eye over them, and
was not much surprised to find the ones
he had given to his clerk to mail that
Tuesday evening. The money had of
course been distracted, the envelope
having been carefully opened at one end,
and it still contained the note that ac-
companleu the money.
"Never knew of such thing before" "
thought Mr. Morton, as he rode home
ward Through his piece of rascality
have turned off Forsythe. Wish I
knew where he is. 1t did look suspic-
ious though" trying to ease his con-
science, that told him he had been rash.
Veronica Morton made lovely picture
as she sat under the subdued gaslight in
her warm, bright sitting-room, idly
dreaming over volume in crimson and
gold that contrasted with the lily white
ness of her dimpled hand. A rarely
beautiful girl OF eighteen, with eyes
containing unfavorable depths of woman
ly tenderness and truth, rich cream
tinted complexion, that deepened gradu
ally into vivid color Oh her cheek; a
mouth sweet, lovable and firm, and a
form of exquisite proportions, attired in
a closely fitting dress of maroon silk.
Footsteps in the hall and, so, papa,
you've come; you're later than usual, )"
was the greeting that Mr.. Morton re-
ceived as he entered. His careworn face
relaxed from it's 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, papa9" asked
his daughter, noticing that he looked
unusually thoughtful.
He hesitated moment, then told her
| of his dismissal of Byron Forsythe anG
| the finale. A look of intense sympathy
overspread her face.
go, papa, how dreadfully he must
have felt to be SO uniustly suspected. 1
saw him few times. He looked too
| good and noble to do anything mean.
| Don't yon think you can find him p
81 am afraid not dear; but L am going
| to do what I can"
And when Veronica laid her head on
her pillow that night, the face of the
tall, 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 loveliness that had appeared
once or twice in her fathers dusky office,
in jaunty hat and velvet, was indelibly
| {1o Of
sythe, high spirited, we'll born as she,
and that he cursed the poverty that for
bade him to try to win the prize he COW
eted. Mr.. Morton's inquiries for him
proved fruitless, and the world wagged
| on.
The crowds on the thronged sidewalks
stopped and held their breath; teams
and turnouts tried to clear the way as q
runaway horse came galloping down
fremont street, champing his bits and
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
was in momentary danger of being over
turned, when some one leaped from the
crowd, caught at the bride of the excit-
ed animal, and clung to him with a des-
perate grip. He was dragged along q
short distance, getting 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 conquered. The occupants
of the carriage were q lady and gentle
man, whose white faces showed the ter
Tible fright they had experienced.
s'Bring him here" said the lady S
sweet and gentle voice, as they hesitated
what to do with the man. ''We are