The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-02-06
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CHAPTER u.


They gave long time to pure joy be-
fore either of them cared to put ques'
tions or compare notes. But at last he
asked her. "Who was on the island be-
sides her?'
no." said she, "only my guardian an
gel. Poor Mr.. WEIGH died the first
week we were here"
He parted the hair on her brow, and
kissed it tenderlY. "And who is your
guardian angel?"
"Why, you are now, my own papa;
and we'll you have proved 1t. To think
OF your being the one to come, at your
agel"
ken such care OF my child?-this sick
girl they frightened me aboutw
"Indeed. papa, iOGS dying girl.
My very hand was WASTED. Look at
it now; brown as berry, but 80 plump;
you owe that to him: and, papa, can
walk twenty miles without fatigue:
and so strong; could take you up in
content TO eat you" A shower OF kis-
ses.) 81 hope you will like him"
my own Helen. All! l am happy
old man this day. What Is his manner"
"Mr. Hazel. He is clergyman. o
papa, hope you t0tU like him, for he
has saved my life more than once : and
then he has been so generous, so deli
cate, so patient; for 1 used him very
i'll at first; and you will find my char
acter as much improved az my health
and all owing to Mr.. Hazel. He Ia
Clergyman: and o, so good, so humble,
so clever, 80 self-denying! Ahl how
can ever repay him ?"
"Well, shall be glad to see this par
agon, and shake him by the hand. You
may imagine what feel to any one
that is kind to my darling. An old gen.
tleman? about my age2"
40 no, papa"
"Hnm ~
"If he had been old should not be
here; for he has had to fight for me
against cruel men with knives: and
work like horse. He built me hut,
and made me this cave, and almost kill
ed himself in my service. Poor Mr..
Hazel!"
"How old is he?"
"Dearest papa 1 never asked him
that: but think he Is four or five years
older than me, and hundred years
better than shall ever be, I am afraid.
What is the matter, darling 2"
"Nothing, child, nothing"
"Don't tell me. Can't 1 read your
dear face ?"
"Come, let me read yours. Look me
in the face, now: full"
He took her by the shoulders, firmly,
but not tho least roughly, and looked
straight into her hazel eyes. She blush
her eyes, pure as Heaven, faced his fair
ly. though with puzzled look.
He concluded this paternal inspection
by kissing her on the brow. II was an
old fool" he muttered.
"What do you say, dear papa ?"
"Nothing, nothing. Kiss me again.
Well, love, you had better find this
guardian angel of yours, that 1 may
take him by the hand and give him q
fathers blessing, and make him some
little return by carrying him home to
England along with my darling"
I'm call him, papa. Where can he
be gone, l wonder"
She ran out to the terrsca, and call
"Mr. Hazel ! Mr.. Hazsl! don't see
him; but he can't be lar off. Mr..
HAZEL"
Then she came back, and made her
father sit down: and she sat at his knee,
beamiDg with delight.
"Ah, papa" said she, "it was you
who loved me bestin England. It was
you that came to look for me-"
mo-" said he, there are others there
that loved you as we'll in their way.
Poor Wardlaw! on his sick bed for you,
cut down like flower the moment he
heard you were lost in tho Proserpine.
All, and have broken faith"
"That is a story" said Helen; "you
couldn't"
"For moment I mean; promised
the dear old mamie furnished the
ship, the men, and the mony, to find
you. He says you are as much his
daughter as mine"
"Well, but what did you promise
him?" said Helen, blushing and inter-
rupting hastily, for she could not bear
the turn matters were taking.
40, only to give you the second kiss
from Arthur. Come, better late than
Shn knalf lnfOro him and mt
out her forehead instead of her lips.
"There," said the General, that kiss is
from Arthur Wardlaw, your intended.
Why, who the deuce is this?"
A young man was standing wonder
struck at the entrance, and had heard
the Generals last words they went
through him like knife. General
Rollins stared at him.
Helen uttered an ejaculation of pleas
ure, and said, "This is my dear father,
and he wants to thank you"
"I don't understand this" said the
General. 81 thought you told me there
was nobody on the island but you and
your guardian angel. Did you count
this poor fellow nobody? Why, he did
you good turn once"
40 papa" said Helen, reproachtully.
"Why this is my guardian angel. This
is Mr.. Hazel"
The General looked from one to an
OLneE III du1dL6u1cuIO IueA ho 5hlu W
Helen, "This your Mr.. Hazel2"
YES, papa"
"Why, you don't mean to tell me you
don't know this man?"
Know him, papa! why, of course 1
know Mr.. Hazel; know him and revere
him, beyond all the world, except you"
The General lost patience. "Are you
out of your senses 2" said he; "This
man here is no Hazel. Why, this Is
James Seaton-our gardener-a ticket.
of-leave man."