Daily globe., 1879-05-18
hand on each shoulder, demanding what

OF your POCKETS" !
Finding himself cornered, he produced
handful of letters.
''Sorry, but We'll have to invite YOU to
take walk with u.s." And, forming a
squad Of honor, they escorted him to the
police station. He seemed to have some
thing in his hand that he wished to be
rid of. They gave way purposely, and
soon heard Slight click on the pave
ment. Not easily baftled, sharp search
with matches brought duplicate key
to light. Arrived at the lookup they re-
licved 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:
''Thc 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, amongst which
he owns he found several sums of money
1t can be seen at--department of the
post office.
I 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 Tues
day evening. The money had Of course
been abstracted, the envelope having
been carefully opened at one end, and it
still contained the note that accompanied
the money.
"Nevcr know of such a thing before"
though Mr.. Morton, as herode homeward.
Through this piece of rascality l have
turned off Forsythe. Wish knew where
he was is. 1t did look suspicious,
though" trying to ease his conscience,
that told him he had been rash.
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Veronica Morton made a lovely picture
as she sat under the subdued gaslight in
in her warm, bright sitting room, idly
dreaming over a volume in crimson and
gold that contrasted with the lily white
ness of her dimpled hand. A rarely beau
titul girl of eighteen, with eyes contain
| ing unfathomable depths Of womanly
tenderness and TRUTH rich, cream tinted
complexion, that deepened gradually into
vivid color on her cheek; mouth sweet,
! lovable and firm, and a form of exquisite
proportions, attired in closely fitting
| dress of maroon silk.
| Footsteps in the hall and, 90. papa,
you've come; you're later than usual,' y
was the greeting that Mr. Morton received
as he entered. His careworn 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 mattea, papa?" asked his
daughter, nothing that he looked unusu-
ally thoughtful.
| He hesitated a moment, then told her
of his Dismissal of Byron Forsythe and
the finale. A look of intense sympathy
oversprcad her face.
| 80, 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 Don't
you think you can find him?''
II am afraid not, dear; but am going
| to do what cam
And when Veronica laid her head on
pillow that night the face of the tall,
handsome youth, with fearless blue eyes
and fair, broad brow, who was under the
shadow of a dark suspicion, haunted her
dream.
She had never guessed that the vision
of radiant loviliness that had appeared
once Or twice in her fathers dusky office,
in jaunty hat and velvet, was lndelibly
cngraven on the memory of Byron For
sythe, high-spirited, well-born as she, and
that he cursed the poverty that forbade
him to try to win the prize he coveted.
Mr.. Morton's inquiries for him proved
truitless, and the world wagged on +
The crowds on the thronged sidewalks
stopped and held their breath; teams and
tournouts tried to clear the way as a run
away horse came galloping down Ire
mont street, champing his bits and foam
ing. The driver, who was slightly intoxi-
Gated, had completely lost control of him
There was no one brave enough to attempt
the rescue, and the carriage was in mo
mentary danger of being overturned,
when some one leaped from the crowd,
caught at the bride of the excited animal,
and clung to him with a desperate grip
He was dragged along a 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 con
quercd. The occupants of the carriage
were lady and a gentleman, whose white
faces showed the terrible fright they had
experienced.
Bring him here, said the lady's sweet
and silvery voice, as they hesitated what
to do with the man. ''We are almost
home"
'FMy God" exclaimed Mr.. Morton
TOR it was he and Veronica-as they placed
him on the soft cushions cit is Byron
Forsythcn'
For the terrified lovely face of Veronica
Morton, beside her father in the open car
riage, had caught the eye of Byron For
sythe, and in an instant he had flung him
self between her and a terrible danger
"O,' said Veronica, with little cry OF
terror as she recognized the face. s:Have
we killed him?'
/ Byron FOrSythe was unconscious that
the little glovcd hand, which he would
have counted happiness to touch, was
resting gently upon the rich masses oI
brown hair that clustered above his fair
open brow.
The best medical aid was summoned
and he was soon restored to consciousness
No prince could have been tended more
carefully than he, lying in a darkenec
chamber, whose rich, soft carpet muffiec
every sound. He had skilled nurse, bu
Veronica herself often soothcd his restless
ness. In spite of careful nursing, brair
fever ensued. His wild rawlings of unjus
suspicion and hopeless love, chilled tn,
, hearts of his listeners. Veronica PRAYED
that he might live to know his innocenc,
had been proved, and her father, who hat
Just come from the borders of death
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