The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1866-11-17
81 think you are mistaken. That

~ think you are mistaken. That's
not my name.'
had dismounted by this time, and,
turning the mare loose, came up to
him.
NO. sir, / am not mistaken. l have
seen Sir John Stagg in former days,
though he possibly forgets me:
I know also good deal
about him, and everything about the
business on which he is now engaged.
Ihave to infoIm him that Miss Dyyor's
letters are now in the safe keeping of
her friends, your companion, viii, hav-
ing given them up since you left the
inn.'
lie was staggered for amoment by my
words, but preserved his composure with
marvellous strength of will.
What insolence is thisi Leave me,
sir, ut once, or you will suffer for your
words"
ut is foolish TO pretend not to be your
self when know you perfectly well,
and foolish 10 threaten when you see l
don't fear you. It's no use going on to
the mill-you will not see Miss Dyvor
there. You must know that, now your
scheme has failed, you are in some dan
ger-you could now be arrested aud
tried for what you have already done,
And even if you conld get that check
you are now in search of, il would never
be paid"
He saw how useless it was TO deny him
self further. He saw from my knowl-
edge of the whole affair that the plot
had exploded.
Watching his face keeniy, l saw it
suddenly acquire an expression of dia-
bolical fcrocity, and his hands clench.
He turned and strobe back towards
the village. ] guessed the thought in
his mind, and following him few steps,
/ said, qnietly-
"If you murder Will, you will be
hanged for it. shall keep my eyes on
the man.
He hurled back frightful curse at
me, and strobe on.
did not wish just then TO trouble
Helen with an interview. took out
my pocket-book, therefore, and wrote
upon leaf
DEAR HELEN :-You are quite safe.
] have the letters for you. You need
fear nothing more. Pray go home at
once. Yours, ever,
GEORGE Harley"
left the note ut the mill.
Then kept Sir John in sight, till he
was so far that he could not possibly
mOlest Helen on her homcward walk,
and rode quietly hack to Dyvor Terrace.
Such part OF my story as will interest
the reader is almost over.
That same evening l sent up a note to
Helen, asking her TO see ME in the libra
ry; she did not appear in the drawing
room, on the plea of a headache. She
came To me silent, timid, and cast down:
but oh how very beautiful in her hum
bic gratitude.
! led her to chair, and put the pack
ct in her hand.
Helen" | said. "l told you in the gar.
den that would no more pry into your
confidence than | would read your let.
tiers, If they came into my hands unfas'
tened. hope yon will understand that
would 10 more read your letters, ii
they came into my hands nnflstened
NhHA NOulu pl lilu .bhl commence
She took the letters; and then | told
her pretty much what have told tn,
reader, to explain how l got them.
sob! what shall over bo obio tU u,
in return for all You have done for me z
she said, when had done.
81 will not be ungenerous enough Il
ask for any favors now, at any rate"
Ana 1 bup up Iruiu rnu rfutI 4 mn,
taken Mt her side. ] held out my hant
to wish her good night. She put her
into mine, but said nothing. Do YOU
not wish to go r. asked. "Are you moi
tired and wearicd -
Still no words in reply; but only Al
upward look of great, very great, sweet
ness.
There are sometimes strange cases,
l said, and rs ] could not speak to hei
standing; | stopped down, and rested
one knee on her footstool, so that could
SEQ her face, "whcn it is impossible "a
ask for a thing, however much it may
be longed for. Sometimes it must be
given"
/ Iquietly drew her hand towards me
She glanced at my eyes for moment
and then rested her head upon my
breast
After this she was mine.