The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-02-04
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DY CHAs. READE AND DION BoUcIcAULT.
CHAPTER XLVIII.

CHAPTER NLVIII.
Helen's act was strange, and demands
word of explanation. If she had
thought the steamboat was strange
vessel, she would have lighted the bon
fire: if she had known her father was
on board, she would have lighted II
with joy. But Hazel, whose every
Arthur WardlaW in that boat, search
ing for her.
Still, so strong is the impulse in all
civilized beings to get back to civiliza-
ton, that she went up that hill as
honestly intending to light the bonfire
as Hazel intended it to be lighted. But,
us she went, her courage cooled, and
mind ran swiftly forward to conse.
uuence upon consequence. To light
that bonfire was TO bring Arthur Ward
law down upon herself and Hazel liv.
ing alone and on intimate terms. Ar
thur would come and claim her to his
face. Could she disallOw his claim?
G. ratitude would now be on his side as
well as good faith. What shock to
Arthur! What torture for Hazel! tor
ture that he fOresaw, or why the face
OF anguish, that dragged even now at
her heart. strings? And then 1t could
end only in one way; she and Hazel
would leave the island in Arthur's
She stood transGxed by shame; her
whole body blushed at what she saw
coming. Then once more HRZel's face
rose before her; poor crippled Hazel
her hero and her patient. She sat down
and sighed, and could no more light
the fire than she could have put 1t out
if another had lighted it.
She was a girl that could show you at
times she had father as we'll as
mother: but that evening she was all
woman.
They met no more that night.
In the morning his face was haGgard,
and showed a mental struggle; but
hers placid and quietly beaming. for the
very reason that she had made great
sacrifice. She was one of that sort.
And this difference between them was
II fOretaste.
His tender conscience pricked him
sore. To see her sit beaming there,
when, If he had done his own duty with
his own hands, she would be on her
way to England! Yet his remorse was
dumb; for, if he gave it vent, then he
must seem ungrateful TO her for her sac
riiice.
She saw his deep and silent compunc-
ton, approved it secretly; said nothing,
but smiled, and beamed, and soothed:
lie could not resist this and wild
thrills of joy and hope passed through
him, visions of unbrOken bliss far from
the world.
But this sweet delirium was followed
by misgivings of another kind. And
here she was at fault. What couldth
be?
1t was the voice of conscious telling
him that he was really winning her love,
once inaccessible; and, If so, was bound
TO tell her his whole story, and let her
Judge between him and the world, be-
fore she made any more sacrifices Tor
him. But it Is hard to stop great nap
pincss hard to stop it and ruin 1t. Ev-
cry night, as he lay alone, he SAID 10
morrow l will tell her all, and make
her the Judge" But in the morning her
bright face crushed his purpose by the
fear OF clouding it. His limbs got
strong and his heart got weak: and they
used 10 take walks, and her head came
near hts shoulder: and the path OF du-
ty began to be set thicker than ever with
thOrns; and the path of love with prlm-
roses. One day she made him sit to her
for his portraits; and under cover OF ar
tistiC enthusiasm, told him his beard
was godlike, and nothing in the world
could equal ii for beauty. she never
saw but one at all like it, poor MIR. Sea-
toms; but even that was inferior 10 MS
and then she dismissed the sitter: "Poor
thing" said she, lyon are pale and tlE-
cd" And she began to use ornaments:
took her bracelets out OF her bag, and
picked pearls out of her walla, land made
u COrOnet, under which her eyes flashed
ut night With superlntive beauty,-con-
sciuus beauty frightened by the sense
OF being admired and looked at by the
eyes she desired to please.
She reVered him. He had improved
her character, and she knew it, and
often told him so. Cali me HaZalia,"
she said make me liker you, still"
One day he came suddenly through
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prayer-boOk.
lie took it from her. not meaning to
be rude, neither, but inquisitive.
1t was open at the mArriage-serviCO.
and her cheeks were dyed scarlet.
His heart painted. He was a clergy
man: he could read that service over
them both.
Would it be marriage2
Not in England; but in some coun-
tries it would. Why not in this? This
was not England.
lie looked up. Her head was averted;
she was downright distressed.
He was sorryto have made her blush:
so he took her hand and kissed it
tenderly, so tenderly that his heart
seemed to go into his lips. She thrilled
under it, and her white brow sank upon
his shoulder.
The sky was Il vault of purple with
flaming topaz in the centre; the sea. a
heavenly blue; the warm air breathed
heavenly odors; flaming macaws
wheeled over head; humming birds,
more gorgeous than any flower, buZzed
round their heads, and amazed the eye
with delight, then cooled it with the
deep green of the jungle into which
they dived
1t was Paradise with the sun smil-
ing down on it, and the ocean smiling
up, and the air impregnated with love.
Here they were both content now to
spend the rest of their deys-
"Che world forgetting: by the world forgot"
LTO HE CoNTISUED.l