Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-03-04


 have to swing yet, I'll be bound. Why don't you search him He has been seen to take pocket-book from the sad de !"
 "Where my husband always keeps it when he rides far" said Mrs Dunbar You need not search me--it IS mine, insisted the stranger, instinctively en- deavoring to prevent the indignity.
 "Oh, but there is need 1" said the constable. eff it's yours, you'll get it again; and-here it is, 7" he added, draw ing it from beneath the shirt-bosom of the suspected man. "Mrs. Dunbar, do you know that pocket-book ?"
 She opened 1t and disclosed pile of bank notes, her husbands name written on the inside, and papers which could belong to no one but him.
 Proof positive ! !" said everybody i; and their looks of horror were equaled by those of the stranger, who was evil dently confounded. He trembled now i; but, partially recovering himself, he said:
 ''I know not how it came. I had a pocket-book like that" and, lifting up his hands, he added, "and call on" "Dcn't blaspheme, sir; don't commit any more sin; you can't deceive us. You must now"
 An unexpected interruption forever cut short what might have been a 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 quickness of light knocked down two who stood in his way, and in another in- stant bounded upon the mare. who was standing handiIy at his side, and, put 1 ting her to the top of her speed. before | any could interpose, he shook defiant l fist back at them as he rode, and was soon out Of sight, disappearing over the | hill in the direction from which he had come in the early morning.
 ''Confound the luck ;" he muttered, as the fleet mare sped. "I had no mind to be imprisoned, and had rather | clear myself to save time. I fancy how 1t is. My horse is lost. l will try to get back to RIossy Brook and find her. Or, perhaps, this may be her, and the wrong saddle was put upon her by the bungling hostler. Yet how two mares could look so much alike, or two pock et-books, or. Deuce take 1t if 1 gel l UftCh, GIic Iudy DG up the owner of the other horse-if there is another horse. By Jupiter they are coming "
 Two or three horsemen were in ho pursuit, though still mile behind, ye mounted on fresh horses, and were fas lessening the distance between them ant the fugitive.
 As he descended hill, the sight of ; wood had almost induced him to dis mount and seek its shelter afoot, when coming fast in the opposite direction, h. saw another mounted traveller.
 Soon they were abreast of each other and, at the instant, both refined in ant dismounted. Their mutual glance ex plained the uncomfortable problem.
 The horses were almost prccisel, alike is shape, color, size, etc., save tha one had but two white feet, the othe four.
 My name is Amos Dunbarp p ex claimed that individual, smiling and ex tending his hand. ''No explanation i needed. sir; the hostler was half drunl and acknowledged that he made th' bungle. Here IS your pocket-book, " ht added, delivering 1t. .'That, too, i like mine, and was placed where placed mine. But when I opened i saw your name. William Norton ?
 "That is my name, dear sir. You own wallet will be found at the villag, tavern, or with the constable. The, recognized your mare and took me fo both murderer and thief Here the, come, some of them. We will ride bacl together.
 The pursuers came up and few word of further explanation put all in goot humor as they rode leisurely to the tav ern again.
 That night Sir William Norton, tenn porarily in America on important busi ness, was the guest of Mir Amos Dun bar and his now very agreeable wife They found the knight something bette than a highwayman, his eourtly man ner shining through his travel-worn ap parel, and he confessed, when he re sumed his journey in the morning tha Le had learned this significant moral Throughout life, to be careful that vol mount the right horse.