The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1868-09-12

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"What shall 1 do 2" she cried, still In
her superstitious horror, and halfafraid
that she was beginning on some In
sanity, and CHANGING over her shout
Il der, in spite of herself. to see IL any
white women were following her.
"What shall do2 What will become
of me? OhW she exclaimed, resum-
ing her common sense. "This chain
that all your ancestresses have worm
some one has stolen from it-since /
sent it up stairs, three of the purest,
the cleRrest pearls have disappeared ~
"Ay deSdjchddG :" uttered Don Ilde-
fonso. There is then thief in the
housed"
SIT can be no one but Emeline !"
cried Mrs. Huydekoper. "There has
been no one else in the dressing room,
and she has not left it since she went
up with them !"
"They must be found, If 1t may be
possible =, said Don Ildefonso, angri-
! ly. 81 will not have my bride despoil-
ed of SO much as pins head. She is
to be De Isla; she shall wear all that
any De Isla ever wore before her; she
shall not be stripped OF her possessions,
and / alive"
And while the Spaniard calculated
his Indignation, Mrs. Huydekoper
speedily had policeman in, and Eme-
| line was ordered down to receive his
arrest aud to answer the charge against
her as she might.
Indeed; oh, indeed, ma'am," cried
Emeline, clasping her hands, and paler
than trance, 81 cannot be guilty of
any such thing! 1 have never touched
the case since took it up stairs. I
might have stolen before if 1 had been
thief. Oh, 1 will not say the word!
am innocent! Why, you know met
worth more to me than all the pearls
that ever were-it is all 1 have in all
the worldw She was frantic in her
tone and manner, and broken down
with sobs. The whole of her life's hap
piness was at stake; she had lover
who would never believe the disgrace
full charge; yet what could poor me-
| chanic do against law and evidence of
Fortunatus2
Emeline," said Mrs. Huydekoper,
severely. You took the case with the
necklace in it into the room where you
were at work. No other individual has
entered that room except yourself.
Here are the marks of your fingers
with the very lint ofthe linen on which
you sewed. 1t is idle for you to speak.
You knew the worth of the pearls you
knew the three would establish you
and Mr.-Mr.-the young man-for
life. Perhaps you would have been
less vicious if had ever told you that
Miss Huydekoper had asked OF the Sc
nor De Isla to establish you suitably in
little house of your own on her we'd
ding day. You ought to know 1t and
be tormented by your ingratitude; for
am overcome with your IuithtessnesS-
after all have done for you-nfter all
Miss Huydekoper's kindness to you
when L trusted you so! Take her in
charge. Mr.. Policeman, If you please"
And Mrs. Huydekoper's eyes were
saved the narrowing sight-for such the
poor girls cries and e&clamations rem
dered it-by the application of her laced
handkerchief, which seemed TO have Il
healing power in IL, like the mantle OF
some famous saint, as she presently
emerged theretr0m dry-eyed and smil-
ing. Mra. HuydekOper had horror of
thieves-it had never crossed her mind
that she was one herself; that she OBJ.
tIincd goods on false preienses; that she
was selling now TO the Senior De Isla
AN article with the very thing be wished
in 1t abstracted from it.
II was useless indeed for Emelia to
speak, to shrek, TO ring her hands
quite useless for her tOiappeal to Miss
Huydekoper, though in reality that
young woman had still some genuine
sparks of feeling left, together with
sort of affection for her little sewing
girl; Henrietta had become unable to
bear the scene. had cried out against
her own culpability in eyer receiving
these gifts Mt all ; and then had sank
es of an armchair; and the Spaniard
was far to much occupied with her re-
storation to remember that pearl or u
policeman or screaming sewing girl
was in existence.
Thus it happened that, as the proper
tribunal CHANGED TO be in session ut
that season, Emeline was brought that
very week to trial, and though Don H.
defonso failed to recover his three
pearls, he had the satisfaction, he de-
clared, of inhicting the merited punish
ment of severe imprisonment upon
their thief. He begged Henrietta not to
distress herself, and to free her mind
from any solicitude or interest i'll SO
trencherous IL servant.
at would have been enough to dis
miss her !" cried Henrietta, in sud-
den passion then. at was wicked, it
was terrible, il is not to be forgiven,
that you ruined her, yes, irTetrievably
ruin her, for the price of three miserable
pearls. 1 shall never put the others onl
| should feel that they ought to throttle
me! oh, 1 detest them the sight, the
thought of them! 1 detest themI
"-4y de mi! Do offend you ?" cried
her lover, gazing at her, forgetful at the
moment even of his offense, as she stood
commanding and blooming in her
beauty, and burning in her indigna-
tion-loving her none the less for hor
compassion on the girl, and too much
accustomed to the tempestuous out
breaks of Spanish women to think
strange of the tempers of this one who
could do no wrong. "DO offend you?"
he cried again, in a moment. "Alas, it
seemed to me but justice. L would re-
lease her, il could, since you desire II
but tho law is ineSorable. will en-
denvor, will mitigate. 1 will provide
for her future, will testify that have
found the pearls-ah, butithat is impos-
sible for me-not even for thee! Thou
shnIt do AS thou wilt for her thyself,
with anger. Tomorrow Is onr we'd
dingday. Let no cloud cross our sky.
have been wrong, 1see. Que LaStiDln!
1t is so difficult to remember that our
menials can suffer from an accusation
on their honor, as we others do. Ah,
pity her, Ia pobrd 9nucIdchiLdg she said
she was alone in the world. Doubtless
she was tempted. L will do what can
Il will send my cousin -M'Lean to
soothe her-that will please her, IL Will
occupy him too, for 1 suspect the poor
beggar has some love affair of his own
on hand, he mopes so the day long; 1
have told him II it were money In the
way, would give his bride portion
worth princess, and 1 will indeed
We will repair together the fortunes of
the little sewing girl, only smile again,
redden the sweet face with smile, thou
sunrise of my heavens!
1t was only "A fleeting fury of Henri
etta's. She could not care enough
about anything just then to be indig-
nant long, or pleased: she felt as ifshe
had sat down by the roadside, and the
world was sweeping past her like the
procession of a pageant-she had no lot
herself, as her mother had pictured her,
sxvaapinry mast the GAMING CrOVy6S at tho