The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-02-23

woman's Judgement said he. Hand.
some the fellow got transported for
life down at Exeter was an Adonis and
forged wills, bonds and powers of at
torney by the DOZEN
1There;s something noble about this
face said Mrs. Underclif, ignoring the
interruption, -"and yet something
simple. I think him more likely to be
a cat's-paw than q felon.' Having
delivered this with a certain modest
dignity, she laid the profile on the
counter before Helen.
hand; it was a good thing for society he
instead ha1 Gie0 Of poacher, detec teep Of
forgery instead of forger. No phor
tograph was ever truer than this
outline. Helen started, and bowed her
head over the sketch to conceal the
strong and various emotions that swell
ed at the sight of the portrait of her
martyr. In vain; if the eyes were hid
den the tender bosom heaved, the grace.
full body quivered. and the tears fell
fast upon the counter.
Mrs, Undercliff was womanly enough,
though she looked like the late Lord
Thurlow in petticoats; and she instant
ly aided the girl to hide her beating
was her son. She distracted his atten-
ton. Give me all your notes, Ned >
said she, 'and let me see whether I can
make something of them; but first per-
haps Miss Rolleston will empty her bag
on the counter. Go back to your work
moment, for know you have enough
to do
The Expert was secretly glad to be re-
leased from a case in which there were
no materials; and 80 Helen escaped I'M
observed except by one of her own sex.
She saw directly what Mrs. Underclitf
had done for her, and lifted her sweet
eyes, thick with tears, to thank her.
Mrs. Undercliff smiled materially, and
next these two ladies did stroke of
without word spoken; whereof anon.
Helen being once more composed, Mrs
Undercliff took up the prayer book,
and asked her with some curiosity what
could be in that.
'O,' said Helen, Lonly some writing
of Mr.. Penfold. Mr.. Underclif does
not want to see that, he is already sure
Robert Penfold never wrote that wick
ed thing
yes, but I should like to see some
more Of his handwriting, for all that,
said the Expert, looking suddenly up.
But it is only in pencil
Never mind; you need not fear I
shall alter my opinion
Helen colored high. You are right;
by withholding anything from your
inspection. There, SIR And she
opened the prayer-book, and laid Coop
er's dying words before the Expert; he
glanced over them with an eye like a
bird, and compared them with his
notes.
YES said he; that is Robert Pen
folds writing; and 1 say again that
hand never wrote the forged note.'
IIet me see that said Mrs, Under.
cliff.
%, yes,' said Helen, rather irreso-
lutely but you look into the things as
we'll as the writing, and I promised
papa
Can't you trust me?' said Mrs. IN
dercliff, turning suddenly cold and a
little suspicious.
%, yes, madam and indeed 1 have
nothing to reproach myself with. But
my papa is anxious. However, I am
sure you are my friend; and all ask
is that you will never mention to soul
what you read here
4 promise that said the elder lady,
and instantly bent her black brows
upon the writing. And, as she did so,
Helen observed her countenance rise,
as face is very apt to do when its own
er enters on congenial work.
You would have made a great mis-
take to keep this from mc,' said she,
gravely. Then she pondered profound
ly; then she turned to her son and said +,
why, Edward, this is the very young
lady who was wrecked in the Pacific
Ocean, and cast on q desolate island.
We have aTIfead about you in the pa
pers, miss and felt for you, for one,
but, of course, not as do now l have
seen you. You must let me go into this
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