The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-03-04
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FOULPLAY.
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BY cHAs. READE AND DION BoUucAULr.

Helen signed deeply anu DaQ began
to gather those tears that weaken a wo-
man. She glanced despairingly to and
fro: and saw no escape. Then, Heaven
knows why or wherefore.-probabl
with no clear design at all but wo-
mans weak desire to cause momenta-
ry diversion. to put OF the inevitable
for five minutes, she said to Arthur:
Thank you. 1t is right you should
know this And she put CoOper's de-
position, and Welch's, into his hands.
He devoured them, and started up in
great indignation. 1T is an abomina-
bic SANDER said he. we have lost
that ship, and Wylie's life was saved
by a miracle as we'll as your own. It's
a foul Islander. I hurl it from me-
And he made his words good by whirl-
ing the prayer book out of the window.
Helen uttered scream. My moth
er's prayer-book y she cried.
'Oh 1 beg pardon said he.
'As we'll you may said she. Run
and send George after it,
NO, I'll go myself said he. Pray
forgive me:you don't know what a
terrible Islander they have desecrated
your pray-book WITH
He ran ont, and Was a long time
gone. lie came back at last, looking
terrified.
i can't find it, said he; somebody
has carried it off. o, how unfortunate
amr
Not find it!' said Helen. But it
must be found
.Of course it must be found said
Arthur. IA pretty scandal to go into
the hands OF Heaven knows who.
l shall offer twenty guineas reward for
1t at once. Pill go down to the Times
this moment. Was ever anything so
unluCky?'
yes, go at once said Helen; sand I'll
send the servants into the Square. I
don't want to say anything unkind,
Arthur, but you ought not to have
thrown my prayer book into the public
street.
4 know I ought not. am ashamed
of 1t myself
We'll, let me see the advertisement
. You shall. have no doubt we shall
recover it,
Next morning the Times contained an
advertisement offering twenty guineas
for a prayer book lost in Hanover
Square, and valuable not in itself, but
as n relic OF deceased parent.
In the afternoon, Arthur called to
know If anybody had brought the
prayer-bOOk back.
Helen shook her head sadly, and
said, NO.
He seemed very sorry, and SO peni-
tent, that Helen said,-
DO not despair. And if it is gone,
why, I must remember you have for
given me something, and l must forgive
you.'
| The fOotmRn came in.
If you please, miss, here is woman
wishes to speak to you; says she has
brought a prayer-boOk.'
%, show her up at once, cried Helen.
Arthur turned away his head to hide
cynical smile. he had good reasons
for thinking it was not the one he had
flung out of the window yesterday.
a tall woman came in, wearing a
thick veil, that concealed her features.
She entered on her business at once.
You lost prayer-book in this
square yesterday, madam
'Yes.'
You offer twenty guineus reward
for it,
Yes .r
please to look at this one.'
Helen examined it, and said with joy
1t was hers.
Arthur was thunderstruck. He could
not believe his senses.
Let me look at it, said he.
His eyes went at once to the writing.
He turned as pale as death, and stood
petritied. 49, -
The woman took the prayer book out
of his unresisting hand, and said
| 'You'nexcuse me. sir; butt Is large
reward, and gentlefolks sometimes 20
from their word when the article is
| found
Helen, who was delighted at getting
back her book, and rather tickled at
Arthur having to pay twenty guineas
for losing it, burst out laughing, and
said
Give her the reward, Arthur: am
not going to pay for your misdeeds.'
| with all my heart,' said Arthur,
struggling for composure
He sat down TO draw a check.
5(oI 7
Hum Edith Hesket.'
1.-TWO TSP
mo, only one.'
| There
'ThRnk you, SIR
She put the check into her purse, and
brought the prayer-book to Helen.
Lock il up at once said she, in
voice so low that Arthur heard her MUIR
muir but not the words; and she retired,
leaving Helen staring with. amaZement,
and Arthur in cold perspfration.
CHAPTER LXv.
When the Springbok weighed anchor
and left the island, a solitary form was
seen on Telegraph Hill.
When she passed eastward, out of
sight OF that point, Il solitary figure was
seen on the cliffs.
When her course brought the island
dead astern of her, solitary figure
stood on the east bluf-o the island and
was the last object seen from the boat
as she left those waters forever.
What words can tell the sickening
sorrow and utter desolatiOn that pos
sessed that yearning bosom!
When the boat that had carried Hell
en- away was out of sight, he came back
with uneven steps to the cave, and look
ed at.all the familiar objects with stony
eyes, and scarce recognized them, for
the sunshine of her presence was there
no more, He wandered to and fro in
heavy stupor, broken every now and
then by sharp pangs of agony that al
most made him scream. And so the
poor bereaved creature wandered about
all day. He could not eat, he could not
sleep, his misery was more than he
could bear. One day of desolation sue
ceeded another. And what men say
so hastily was true for once, "His life
was burden" He dragged it about
with him he scarce knew how.
He began to hate all the things he had
loved whilst she was there. The beau
tiiul cave, all glorious with pearl, that
he had made for her, . he could not en-
ter It, the sight killed him, and she not
there.
He left Paradise Bay altogether at
last, aud anchored his boat in nook
of Seal Bay. And there he slept in
general. But sometimes he would lie
down, wherever he happened to be,and
sleep as long as he could.
To him to wake was calamity. And,
when he did wake, it was always with
dire sense of reviving misery, and a
deep sigh at the dark day he knew
awaited him.
His flesh wasted on his bones, and
his clothes hung loosely about him. The