The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1884-08-21

, psctsd naa. "Nn Dunbar. ds yos
ksow that peckst book
She opened il and disclosed pile o
baak notes. her husbands name writer
On The insidsd. ssd papers which could
belong 10 no one but him.
"Presf positiser' said every body; and
their looks of horror we're equalled BY
tAoss cf the stranger. whs Was evidently
csnfoundsd He trsmtled now; but par
TALLY recovering himself. he said;
II know not how il came there had
pocket book like that, " and lifting up his
hand be added. "And ! call en-"
"Doat blAspheme. sir; don't commit
any moro sin you can't deceive rs. You
must now -"
An unexpected interruption forever cut
short what might have been very males.
tic sentence from the constable. For the
accused man, despsrate at his situation.
ssd stung 10 fsrscity W the behavior Of
his interrogators. with tho quiekasss Of
light, knocked down two whs stood in his
way. and In another instant bsnndsd upon
the mare, who was standing handily at
his side. and put her to the top Of her
speed before any one could interpose; he
sheek defiant fist at them ~ he rode
and was soon out Of sight, disappearing
over the hill 10 the direction from which
he had como early in the merning.
"Confound the luckr' he muttered, Is
the feet mare sped on. Il had no mind
to bs imprisoned. and had rather clear
myself TO save time. / fancy how il is.
My horse is lost. l will try aud get back
10 Messy Brook and find her Or perhaps
this may be her and the wrong saddle put
upon her by the bungling hostler. Yet
no two horses csuld lock SO much alike. or
two pscket books. Deuce take i'll IL get
bick the mystery will be cleared up by the
owner OF tho other horse-if there is
another horse. By Jupiter they are COM
ingl"
Two or three horsemen we're indeed in
hot pursuit, though still mile behind, yet
mounted on fresh horses, and were fast
lessening the distance between them and
the fugitive.
As ks descended the hill, the sight Of o
wood had almost induced him to dismount
and seek its shelter afoot, when coming in
the opposite direction he saw another
mounted traveller.
Soon they were abreast Of each other,
and at the same instant both reigned in and
disnountsd. Their mutual glance ex.
planned the uncomfortable position.
The horses were almost precisely alike
ia shape, color, size, etc., save that one
had two white feet and the other four
my name is Amos Dunbar" exclaimed
that individual, smiling snd extending his
hand. mo explanation is needed, sir;
the hostler was half drunk and acknowl-
edged that he had made the bungle Here
is your pocket book, he added. delivering
it, THAT. too, is like mine, and was
placed where place mine. But whom !
opened it I saw your name, William Nor.
ton.
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 murder.
or and thief! Here they come some Of
them. Wewill ride back together"
The pursusrs came up and a few words
Of further explanation put all in good hu.
nsr as they rode leisurely to the tavern
again.
That night Sir William Norton, tempo.
rsrily in America upon important bust
ness. was the guest Of Mr.. Amos Dunbar
and his now very agreeable wife. They
found the knight something better than
highwayman, his ccurtly bearing shining
through his travel worn apparel; aud he
confessed. when he resumed his journey
ia the morning that he had learned this
significant moral; throughout life, to be
cAreisl that you mount the right horse.
There IL nothing like DR.. Thomas Eclsotric
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