The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-03-03
CHAPTER LXIv.


Sir Edward Rolleston could rot but feel
his obligations to the WardlawS. ana,
when his daughter got better. he spoke
warmly on the subject, and asked her
to consider seriously whether she had
NOT tried Arthur's affection sufficiently.
tHe does not complain TO you, 1
know" said he; but he feels 1t very
hard that you should punish him for
an act of injustice that has already so
IieVes some fool or villain heard him
saw that two thousand pounds was to
he borrowed between them, and went
and imposed on Robert Penfold's cred
ulitv: meaning, perhaps, to call again
after the note had been cashed, and get
Arthur's share of the money
IRut WHY did he not come forward =
He declares he did not know when
the trial was till a month after: and his
fnther bears him out; says he was actu-
slly delirious, and his life in danger. 1
rnvself can testify that he was cut down
lust in this way, when he heard the
Proserpine was lost, and you on board
her. Why not give him credit for the
same genuine distress at Young Pen~
folds misfortune? Come, Helen, is it
fair to afflict and punish gentleman
for the misfortune of another, whom
he never speaks of but with affection
and pity9 He says that If you would
marry him at once, he thinks he should
feel strong enough to throw himself
into the case with you, and would spare
neither money nor labor to clear Ro'
bert Penfold; but, as it is, he says he
feels so wretohed, and so tortured with
jealousy, that he can't cooperate warm-
~ with you, though his conscience re-
proaches him every day. Poor young
mani His Is really very hard case.
For you promised him your hand be-
fore YOU ever saw Robert Penfold.'
Il did, said Helen but did not say
good work, before 1 devote my whole
wei it will be year wasted. Why
POSTPONE your marriage for that"
Il promised
Yes, but he chose to fancy young
Wardlaw is his enemy. You might
relax that, now he tells you he will CO.
Now, Helen, tell the truth,-is it a
woman's work? Have you found it
so? Will not Arthur do it better than
your
Helen weakened already by days OF
suffering, began to cry, and say, What
shall do? What shall dor
IF yOu have any doubt my dear,
said Sir Edward, 'then think of what
owe to these Wardlaws.'
And, with that he kissed her, and
left her in tears and soon after, sent
Arthur himself up to plead his own
cause.
It was a fine summer afternoons the
long French easements, looking on the
garden of the Square, we're open, and
the balmy air came in and wooed the
beautiful girls cheek, and just stirred
her hair at times.
Arthur wardlaw came softly in, and
gaZed at her as she lay; her loneliness
filled his heart and soul, he came and
knelt by her sofa, and took her hand,
and kissed it, and his own eyes glisten-
ed with tenderness.
He had one thing in his favor. He
loved her:
Her knowledge of this had more than
once befriended him, and made her
refuse to suspect him of any great Ill II
befriended him now. She turned look
of angelic pity on him.
Poor Arthur said she. You and
are both unhappy
But we shall be happy, erelong, ]
hope,' said Arthur.
Helen shook her head.
Then he patted her, and coaxed her,
said he would pc her servant, as well
as husband, and no wish of her heart
should go unqualified.
'None2' said she, fixing her eyes on
him.
Not one, said he; upon my honor.
Then he was so soft and persuasive
and alluded so delicately to her plight.
ed faith, that she felt like poor bird
caught in silken net.