The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-03-08
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BY cHAs. READE AND DION BoUc1cAULr.
CHAPTER XVI.

CHAPTER LXVI.
; Helen asked Arthur Wardlaw why
he was 30 surprised at the prayer book
being brought back. Was it worth
twenty pounds to any one except her.
self?
Arthur looked keenly at her to see
whether she intended more than met
the ear, and then said that he was sur
prised at the rapid effect of his adver-
tisement. that was all.
Now you have got the book said he.
Il do hope you will erase that cruel
Islander on one whom you mean to hon.
or with your hand.'
This proposal made Helen blush, and
feel very miserable. OF the obnoxious
lines some were written by Robert PEN
fold. and she had so little of his dear
handwriting. Il feel you are right,
Arthur said she; but you must give
me time. Then, they shall meet no eye
but mine; and on our wedding day-of
course-all memorials of ONE Tears
completed the sentence.
Arthur Wardlaw, raging with jeal-
ousy at the absent PenfOld, as hereto
fore Penfold had ragged at him, heaved
deep sigh and hurried away, while
Helen was locking up the prayer-book
in her desk. By this means he retain
ed Helcn's pity.
He went home directly, mounted to
his bedroom, unlocked safe, and
! plunged his hand into 1t. His hand
encountered book; he drew it out,with
SILVER, and gazed at 1t with terror
and amaZement.
It was the prayer book he had pick
ed up in the Square and locked up in
that safe. Yet that very prayer book
had been restored to Helen before his
desk. He sat down with the book in
his hand, and great dread came over
him.
Hitherto Candor and Credulity only
had been opposed to him, but now Gun
ming had entered the field against him;
a master-hand was cooperating with
Helen.
Yet, strange to say, she seemed I'M
conscious Of that cooperation. Had
Robert Penfold found his way home by
some strange means? Was he watch
ing over her in secret?
He had the woman he loved watched
night and day, but no Robert Penfold
was detected.
He puzzed his brain night and day,
and at last he conceived plan of de-
ceit which Is common enough in the
East, where Lying is one of the fine
arts, but was new in this country, we
believe, and we hope to Heaven we
shall not be the means of importing it.
An old clerk of his fathers, now su-
perRnnuated and pensioned of, had
son upon the stage, in a very mean po-
siLion. Once year, however, and of
course in the dog days, he had kind
of benefit at his suburban theatre; that
is to say, the manager allowed him to
sell tickets, and take half the price of
them. He persuaded Arthur to take
some, and even to go to the theatre for
an hour. The man played little part,
of pompous sneak, with some ap.
proach to Nature. He seemed at home.
Arthur found this man out; visited
him at his own place. He was very
poor, and mingled pompesity with OBJ
Righteousness, 80 that Arthur felt cors
WINGED he was to be bought, body and
soul, what there was of him.
He sounded him accordingly, and the
result was that the man agreed 10 per-
form part for him.
Arthur wrote it, and they rehearsed
it together. AS TO the dialogue, that
was so constructed that it could be va
ried considerably according to the cues,
which would be foreseen toa certain ex-
tent; but not precisely, since they were
to be given by Helen Rolleston, who
was not In the secret.
But whilst this plot was fermenting,
other events happened, with rather
contrary tendency; these will be more
Ineligible if We go back to Nancy
Rouse's cottage, where indeed we have
kept Joseph Wylie in an uncOmforta~
BILE position a very long time.
Mrs. James, from next door. was at
last admitted into Nancy's kitchen,
and her first word was, I suppose you
know what Pm come about ma 'am.'
which it is to return me the sass-pan
you borrowed. no doubt was Nancy's
Ingenious reply.
NO, ma'am. But I'll send my girl
in with 1t, as soon as she have cleaned
it, you may Depend
Thank ye, / shall be glad to see it
again.
hope?'
La, bless the woman! don't fly out
at body like that. l can't afford to
give away my sass-paD.'
| Sass. pans is not in my head
Nor in your hand neither
I'm come about my ledger; most
respectable gentleman, which he have
met with an accident. He did but go
! to put something away in the chin bley,
which he is curious gent, and has
travelled n good deal, and learned the
foreign customs, when his hand WAS
caught in the brick-work, somehows,
and there he is hard and FAST
DO you know anything about this p
said Nancy to the mite, severely.
NO. said the mite, with counte-
nance OF polished granite.
La, bless me = said Nancy, with a
sudden start, why, is she talking
about the thief as you and catched put
ting his hand through the wall into my
room, and made him fast again the
policeman comes round"
sThiefv cried Mr.. James: mo more a
thief than I am. Why, sure you
wouldn't ever be so cruel! o dear! o
dear! Spite goes far length. There.
take an kill me, do, and then you'll be
easy in your mind. All, little my poor
father thought as ever should come
down to letting lodgings. and being
maltreRted this way! am-'
Who is maltreating OF ye? Why,
you're dreaming. Have drop o.
gin p
lodger3 It would choke me =
well, have drop, and we'll see
obout it,
YOU'RE very kind, ma'am, I'm sure.
Heaven knows I need it! Here's wish
ing you good husband and towards
| bury all unkIndness.'
which you means Grounding of it,
'Ah, you're never at a loss for word,
ma'am. and always in good spirits.
wildly. You will let me see what is the
matter with my ledger, ma'm?'
why not? We'll go and have look
| at him.
Accordingly, the three women and
the mite proceeded TO the little room;
Nancy turned the gas on, and then they
inspected the imprisoned hand. Mrs.
James screamed with dismay, and
Nancy asked her drily whether she was
| to blame for Selling hand which had