The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-03-03
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FOULPLAY.
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BY cnAs. READE AND DION BoUc1cAU1E

And now, like other simple, credu-
lous men whose confidence has been
shaken, he was literally brimful OF sus-
picions, some of them reasonable, some
OF them rather abrurd.
He had too little art to conceal his
change of mind and SO, very soon after
his vain attempt to see Helen Rolleston
at the inn, he was bundled off to Scot
land on business of the Office.
Nancy missed him sorely. She felt
quite alone in the world. She managed
to get through the day,-work helped
her; but at night she sat disconsolate
and bewildered, and she was now be-
ginning to doubt her own theory. For
Certainly, if all that money had been
Joe Wylie's, he would hardly have left
the country'without 1t. -,
Now, the second evening after Mi
chael's departure, she was seated in his
room, brooding, when suddenly she
She listened little while, and then
stole softly down stairs to her own lit
tie room.
Her suspicious were correct. 1t was
the same sort OF knocking that had pre-
coded the phenomenon of the hand and
bank-notes. She peeped into the kitch-
en- and whispered, Jenny Polly
come here
a stout WasherWoman and the mite
of a servant came, wondering.
sNow You stand there said Nancy,
'and do as l bid you. Hold your
tongues, now. 1 know all about It,
The myrmidons stood silent, but with
painting bosoms; for the mysterious
knocking now concluded, and brick
in the chimney began to move.
1t came out, and Immediately hand
with ring on it came through the
aperture, and felt about.
The mite stood firm. but the big wash
erwoman gave signs of agitation that
promised to end in a scream.
Nancy put her hand roughly before
the woman's mouth. Hold your
tongue, We great soft And, without
finishing her sentence, she darted to
the chimney and seized the hand with
both her own and pulled it with such
violence that the wrist followed 1t
through the masonry, and roar was
heard.
Hold on to my waist, Polly she
cried. Jenny, take the poker, and
that string, and tie his hand to it while
we hold on. Quick! quick! Are ye
asleep?'
Thus adjured, the mite got the poker
against the wall, and tied the wristlto it.
This, however, was not easy, the
hand struggled desperately.
However, pulling is Il matter of
weight rather than muscle, and the
weight of the two women pulling down
wards oyerpowered the violent strug-
giles OF the man; and the mite contrived
to tie the poker to the wrist, and repeat
the ligatures n dozen times in figure
of eight.
Then the owner of the hand, who had
hitherto shown violent strength, taken
at a disadvantage, now showed intelli-
gence. Convinced that skill as well as
force were against him, he ceased TO
struggle, and became quite quiet.
The women contemplated their feat
with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.
When they had feasted reasonable
time on the imprisoned hand, and two
ofthem, true to their sex, had scrutln-
ICED green stone upon one of the i'm
gers, to see whether it was real or false:
Nancy took them by the shoulders, and
bundled them good humoredly out of
the room.
She then lowered the gas and came
out. and locked the room up, and put
the key in her pocket.
IN have my supper with you,, said
she. Come, Jenny, I'm cook; and you
make the kitchen as body could eat
off it, for l expect VISITORS
'La, ma'nIn,' said the mite; he can't
get out of the chimbley 10 visit huH
through the street door,
mo, girl said Nancy. But he can
send ham bassadOrI so Show her heyes
and plague her art, as the play says,
for OF all the dirty kitchens give me
hers. l never was there but once, and
my slipper come Off for the muck, a
sticking to body like bird lime
There was a knock at Nancy's street
door: the little servant, full of curiosity,
was for running to it on the instant.
But Nancy checked her.
Take your time,' said she. 1T is on
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