The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-02-25
GheqntelIiqe1rrer:
FOULPLAY.
BY ouAs. READE AND DION pouO1CAU1r
A N O " Il l..

| 'Ah, il you would y said Helen. %
| madam, l have gone through tortures
already for want of somebody of my
own sex to keep me in countenance!
| o, II you could have seen how I have
| been received, with what cold looks,
and sometimes with impairment stares,
before l could even penetrate into the
region of those cold looks and petty
formalities! Any miserable straw was
excuse enough to stop me on my
errand of justice and mercy and graft
tude.'
so, yes, madam. The papers have
only told you that was shipwrecked
and cast away. They don't tell you
that Robert Penfold warned me the
ship was to be destroyed, and l disbe-
IieVed and affronted him in return, and
he never reproached me, not even by a
look. And we were in a boat with the
sailors. all starved--not hungry: starved
and mad with thirst, and yet in his
own agony he hid something for me to
eat. ALL his thought. all his fear, was
for me. Such things are not done in
those great extremities of the poor,
vulgar, suffering body, except by an
gels, in whom the soul rises above the
flesh. And he is such an angel. Ihave
had knife lifted over me TO kill me,
madam,-yes: and again it was he who
saved me. owe my life to him on the
island over and over again; and in re-
turn 1 have promised to give him back
his honor, that he values far more than
life, ns all such noble spirits do. All,
my poor martyr. how feebly plead
your cause! o, help me! pray, pray,
help me! All is so dark, and SO weak,
so weak Again the loving eyes
streamed; and this time not an eye was
dry in the little shop.
The Expert flung down his tracing
with something between a grOAn and a
curse. who can do that drudgery,' he
cried, whilst the poor young lady
Mother, you take it in hand; find me
| some material, though 1t is no bigger
than t1y's foot, give me but clew no
thicker than SPIDERS. web, and I'll
follow it through the whole labyrinth.
| But you see Pm impotent; there's no
| basis for me. 1t is case for you. 1t
wants shrewd sagacious body that
can read facts and faces; Rnd-l won't
lest any more, Miss Rolleston, for you
are deeply in earnest.-Well, then, she
really is a woman With a wonderful in
sight into facts and faces. She has got
way ofreading them as read hand
writing; and she must have taken a
great fancy to you, for as u rule she
never does US the honor to meddle,'
Have you taken fancy to me,
madam?' said Helen, modestly and
| tenderly, yet half archly.
That have said the other. Those
eyes of yours went straight into my
heart last night. or should not be here
this morning. That is partly owing to
my own eyes being so dark and yours
the loveliest hazel. 1t is twenty years
since eyes like yours have gaZed into
mine. Diamonds are not half so rare.
nor II teuth part SO lovely, to my fancy
! She turned her head away, melted pro-
| badly by eOme tender "Reminiscences. 1t
was only for IL moment. She turned
round again, and said quietly, Yes,
Ned, 1 should like to try what can do;
think you said these are reports of his
trial. Pill begin by reading them.'
She read them both very slowly and
carefully, and her face grew like a
Judges, and Helen watched each shade
OF expression with deep anxiety.
That powerful Countenance showed
alacrity aud hope at first, then doubt,
and difficulty, and at last detection.
Helen's heart turned cold. and for the
ii rst time she began to despair. For
now a shrewd person, with plain pre-
JUDGE in her favor and Roberts. was
staggered by the simple facts of the
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