The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-07-08
!" Proof positive /" said e3ertbody

"Proof positive I" said Everybody !;
end their 1tok5 CT horror were equaIed
by those of the stranger, who was evil
IDENTIFY confounded. he trembIed now
but, partially recovering himself, he
said:
81 know not how it came. I had
pocket-book like that" and, lifting tits
his hands, he added, ''End 1 cali OH
Don't blaspheme, sir /; don't commit
any more sin; you can't deceive us.
You must now"
An unexpected intesfFiaa ptIon forever
eDt sftdst What might have been very
majestic sentence from the constable.
For the accused man, desperate at his
situation and stung to ferocity by the
behavior of his interrogators, with the
quiekness of light knocked down two
who stood in bis way; and il another III
slant bounded upon tie mare. who was
standing nandily at his side, and, put
ting her to the top of her speed, before
any could interpose, he shook defiant
fist back at them as he rode, and was
soon out of sight, disappearing over the
hill in the direction from which hs had
cope. ii The early morning.
"Confound the luck |" he muttered,
as the feet mare sped. "I had no
mind to be imprisoned, and had rather
clear myself to save time. fancy how
it is. Ny horse is lost. I will try to
get back to Messy Brook apd hnd hef;
Or, perhaps; tliis may be her, and the
wrong saddle was put upon her by the
bungllng hostler. Yet how two mares
could look so much alike, or two pock-
et-books, Or. Deuce take it if I get
back, the mystery may be cleared up by
the owner of the other hors5-if theie IS
another horse. By Jupiter they are
coming !"
Two or three horsemen were in hot
pursuit, though still mile behind, yet
mounted on fresh horses, and were fast
lessening the distance between them and
the fugitive,
As he descended hill, the sight Of a
wood had almost induced hin to dis
mount and seek it's shelter afoot,, when;
coming fast in the opposite, direction, he
saw another mounted traveller.
Soon they weYe abreast of each other,
and, at the instant, both reined in and
dismounted. Their mutual glance ex-
planned the uncomfortable problem.
The horses were almost precisely
alike is shape, color, size, etc., save that
one had but two white feet, the other
four.
"My name is Amos Dunbar /" ex-
claimed that individual, smiling and ex-
tending his hand. No explanation 1s
needed cir; the hostier was half drunk
and acknowledged that he made the
bungle. Here is your pocket-book, he
added, delivering it. "That, too, is
like mine, and was placed where I
placed mine. But when I opened it
l saw your name, William Norton T"
+" That is my name, dear sir. Your
own wallet will be found at the village
tavern, or with the constable. They
recognized your mare and took me for
both murderer and thief Here they
come, some of them. We will ride back
together.
The pursuers came up and few words
of further explanation put all in good
humor as they rode leisurely to the tav-
ern again.
That night Sir William Norton, tenn
porarily in America on important bust
ness, was the guest of Mr.. Amos Dun
bar and his now very agreeable wife.
They found the knight something better
than a highwayman, his courtly man.
ner shining through his travel-worn APP
parel, and he confessed, when he re-
snmed his journey in the morning that
he had learned this significant moral !:
Throughout life, to be careful that yon
mount the right horse.