The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-02-27
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CHAPTER LXI.

SAL aL uEedk1d5L III tue uOLels '6eneral
| ROlleston was reading the Times, and
his eye lighted on something that made
him start. He looked towards Helen,
and his first impulse was to communi-
cate it to her: but on second thoughts,
he preferred to put question to her
first.
You have never told the Wardlaws
what those sailors said?'
No papa. I still think they ought to
have been told; but you know you
positively forbade me-
'Of course I did. Why atTlict the old
gentleman with such tale? A couple
OF common sailors! who chose to fancy
the ship was Destroyed
who are better Judges of a such thing
than sailOrs?'
well my child, If you think so, I
can't help ii. All can say is, spare
the old gentleman such a report. As
for Arthur, to tell you the truth, have
mentioned the matter to him.
% papa Then why forbid me to tell
him What did he say2'
He was very much distressed.
Destroy the ship my Helen was in,
said he: IF thought Wylie had done
that I'd kill him with my own hand,
though 1 was hanged for it next
minute 1 never saw the young fellow
fire up so before. But when he came to
think calmly over it little while, he
said Il hope this Islander will never
reach my fathers ears: 1t would grieve
him deeply. ! only laugh at it,"
Laugh at it! and yet talk of kill
inR?'
when they are very angry all the time.
| However, as you are good girl, and
mind what you are told, I'll read you
an advertisement that will make you
stare. Here is Joseph Wylie, who, you
say, wrecked the Proserpine, actually
N1HS Il 70
him, and hear something to his advan-
tpgP.'
Dear mev said Helen, how strangeI
| Surely Mr.. PenfOld cannot know the
character of that man. Stop "a minute I!
Advertise for him? Then nobody
knows where he lives? There, papa;
YOU see he is afraid to go near Arthur
Wurdlaw; he knows he destroyed the
ship. What q mystery it all is And
SO Mr.. Penfold is at home, after all; and
not to send me Il single line. never
met with so much unkindness and dis
courtesy in all my life.'
'Ah, my DEAR said the General, you
never defied the world before, as you are
doing now.'
Helen sighed; but, presently recover
ing her spirit, said she had done with
out the world on her dear island, and
she would not be it's slave now.
AS she was always as good as her
play the lion, and, dressing herself in
plain merinO, went down that very
evening to Michael Penfold's cottage.
We run there little before her, to re-
late briefly what had taken place there.
Nancy Rouse, as may we'll be i'm
agined, was not the woman to burn two
Thousand pounds. She locked the
notes up; and after that night became
very reserved on that head, so much so
that, at last, Mr.. Penfold saw it was an
interdicted topic, and dropped 1t In
much wonder.
or more than ever; so her spirits rose,
she began singing and whistling again,
and waited cunninGly till Joe should
reappear and explain his conduct:
Hostage for his temperance she held
the c., 900. She felt so strong and sRu-
cy she was half sorry she had allowed
Mr.. Penfold to advertise; but, after all,
it did not much matter; she could al
ways declare TO Joe she had never miss
| ed him, for her part, and the advert1s'
ing was folly of poor Mr.. Penfold's.
Matters were in this condition when
| the little servant came up one evening
to Mr.. Penfold and said there was
young lady to see him.
"A young lady for me g said he.
(Which she won't eat you, while l
am by,' said the sharp little girl. 1T Ia
lady, and the same what come before
perhaps she will oblige me with her
name said Michael, timidly.
When Nancy came to think of 1t In
daylight, she could not help suspect
ing Wylie had some hand in it; and it
occurred to her that the old gentleman,
who lodged next door, might be an
agent of Wylie's, and spy on her.
Wylie must have told him to push the
60 900 into her room; but whata strange
thing to do! To be sure, he was sal
lor, and sailors had been known to
iS,1O NF hn sNLP a
eat them. Still, her good sense revolted
against this theory, and she was sore
puzzled; for, after all, there was the
money, and she had seen II come
| through tho wall. One thing appeared
certain, Joe had not forgotten her; he
was thinking OF her as much as ever,
Il won't show her up till she do
said this mite of servant, who had
been scolded by Nancy for not exactlng
that information on Helen's last visit.
'Of course, must receive her. said
Michael, half consulting the mite; 1t
belonged to a sex which promptly as
sumes the control of such gentle crea-
lures as he was.
rs Miss Rouse In the way?' said he.
The mite laughed, and said:-
she is only gone down the street.
I'll send her In TO take care on you
With this she went off, and in due
course led Helen up the stairs. She
ran IN, anu WuISpeIcu III mlcudeA q
ear
lit is Miss Helen Rolleston,'
Thus they announced lady at No. 8.
| Michael stared with wonder at so
great IA parsonage visiting him; and the
next moment Helen glided into the
room, blushing a little, and even
painting inaudibly, but all on her
guard. She saw before her a rather
Stately figure, and a face truly veneer
able, benignant, and beautiful, though
deficient in strength. She cast de-
youring glance on him as she courtes-
led to him; and it instantly flashed
across her, But for you there would be
no Robert Penfold.' There was an IN
| conscious tenderness in her voice as
shes spoke to him, for she had to
open the interview. :
'Mr. Penfold, fear my visit may
surprise you, as you did not write to
me-. But, when you hear what am
come about, think you will not be
displeased with me for coming
| 'Displeased, madam! l am highly
honored by your vista lady who; I
understand, Is to be married to my
worthy employer, Mr.. Arthur. Pray
be seated, madam
Thank you, SIR
| Helen began in low, thrilling voice,
| to which, however, she gave tirmness
by resolute effort of her will.
Il am come to speak to you OF one
who is very dear to you, and to all who
| really know him.
Dear to me? It is my son. The rest
are gone. It is Robert.
And he began to tremble.
Yes it is Robert, said she, very soft
ly; then turning her eyes away from
him, lest his emotion should overcome
her, she said, -