The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1880-06-16

20. papa, how dreadfally 10 mist hsve
felt to be 90 unjustly suspected. Isaw him :
few times. He looked too good and noble to
do anything mean. Don't you think you can
find him ~
81 am afraid not dear !; but am going to
Dc what can"
And when Veronica laid her head on her
pillow that night the facc Of the tail, hand
some 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 ra-
dtant loveliness that had approached once or
twice in her fathers dusky office, 10 jaunty
hat and velvet, was indelibly engraven on the
memory of Byron Forcythe, high-spirited,
well-born as she, and that he cursed the pow
erty that forbade him to try to win the prize
he coveted. Mr.. Morton's inquiries for him
proved fruitless, and the world wagged on. =
The crowds on tho throngod sidewalks
stopped and held their breath teams and
turnouts tried to clear the way as runaway
horse came galloping down fremont street,
champing It's bits and foaming. The driver,
who was slightly intoxicated, had completely
lost control Of him. There was no one brave
enough to attempt the rescne, and the oar
rage was In momentary danger OF being ov-
erturned, when some one lcaped from the
crowd, caught at tho bride of the excited an
imal, and chung to him with q desperate grip.
He was dragged along q 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 conquered. The occupants
of the carriage were a lady and gentleman,
whose white faces showed the terrible fright
they had experienced.
"Bring him here, y said the lady's sweet,
silvery voice, as they hesitated what. to do
with the man. We are almost home"
Goodness ! exclaimed Mr.. Morton--for
1t was he ana Vercnica--as they placed him
on the soft cushions. alt is Byron For
cythe I !"
For the terrified, lovely face of Veronica
Morton, beside her father In the open car
riage, had caught the eye of Byron Forcythe,
and In an instant he had flung himself be-
tween her and terrible danger.
10" said Veronica, with little cry of
terror, as she, too, recognized the face. " Have
we killed him."
And Byron Forcythe was unconscious that
the little gloved hand, which he would have
counted happiness TO touch, was resting
gently upon the rich masses of brown hair,
that clustered above bis fair, open brow.
The best medical aid was summoned, and
he was soon restored to CONSEQUENCES. No
prince could have been tended more carefully
than he. lying in darkened chamber whose
rich, soft carpet mufiied every sound. He had
skilled nurse, but Veronica herself often
soothed his restlessness. In spite of careful
nursing, a brain fever ensued. His wild
rawlings Of unjust suspicion and hopeless love
chilled the hearts Of the listeners. Veronica
prayed that he might live to know that his
innocence had been proved, and her father,
who had just come up from the borders Of
death, longed for reason to return that he
might atone to the sensitive soul for the In
justice. The boon was granted. One after.
noon he opened his eyes to see veronica's
lovely face bending over him, not radiant and
animated as he had first seen it, but suffused
with tender sympathy.
!" You here2 Where am 2 It was your
father who suspected me Of" he said,
weakly.
Can you forgive me, my boye was
hasty. l proved your innocence long ago. ~
Will you give me your hand 2" said Mr.. Nor.
ton, who stood there.
You almost gave your life for ours" said
Veronics, in faltering tone, reaching out hei
hand also, which he carried reverently to his
lips.
And Byron Forcythe, the Junior partner in
the firm of Morton g. Co., and tho happy
husband Of Veronica, is a Arm Deliver in the
doctrine that Misfortunes are blessings in
disguise"