The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1878-06-15
Perfect Love is Simple Faith.

49,
From London Society.
The three magistrates had sat uninter.
rup,edly far into the autumn afternoon,
and had now retired to consider their de.
cision. It was q distressing case, and oc.
curing in Singlebridge, which ISIS mere
handful Of a town, provoked intense in.
terest among the inhabitants. Everybody
knew the parties concerned. silas West
brook, the reluctant prosecutor, was a
senior partner in an imptessiyely solid
firm which had aourished in the borough
for generations. BE enjoyed a reputa.
ton for strict probily and broad benevo.
lence which was singularly merited.
His son Augustus (slso in the frml,a
witness for the prosecution, was held in
much esteem by certain Of the younger
sort in sinRlebridge, who sympathized
with his amiable weaknesses; andif Ger.
tain Of the older sort looked askance at
these, why, that was only natural. About
Mr.. Blanchard, another witness for the
prosecution, little was known TO the in.
quiring gossips. He had been resident
With The Wes,brooks for about eight
months, during which period he had sat
alongside Gus in the Office in business
hours, and had been q good deal about
with him at other times. They got on
amazingly we'll together, people observed,
but despite all his efforts-and some Of
them were marked enough-suave Mr..
Blanchard failed to similarly captivate
Gus's pretty sister Fanny. Az became
her fathers daughter, she treated the
| West Indian connection OF her fathers
firm with unialtering ~graciousness. But
her sweetest moods, her tenderest looks
and sentlest tones were not for him.
The magician at whose bidding they 80
gladly came was B~lanchardis instructive
Toe. From the moment Harold White,
confidential clerk to the firm, and 3 po.
tentiAl partner therein, met and simply
shook hands with the West Indian, they
hated each other with q hatred that owed
its s~ustenance on the one side To contempt,
and on the other TO malice and all IN.
charitableness. To-day will behold the
triumph or discomtorture Of Blanchard.
In the police court Of sipglebridge, 10
the presence Of 8 crowd Of people, the
majority Of whom are personally known
10 him, Harold White stands accused, on
the united testimony Of the Westbrooks,
father and son, Of mbezzlement
To the profound chagrin Of the magis.
trates' clerk, who, cordially disliking
Blanchard, wishes we'll to the accused
the latter conducts his " defense.
"silence in the court"
OF the four actors in the little drama
old Mr.. Westbrook betrays the most agi.
tation as the opening Of door at the
back Of the court heralds the return OF
the magistrates to their seats on the bench.
The silence is oppressive when, in 4 voice
full Of meaning, the chairman turns TO
the accused and says:
GHarold White, l who have known
you for 90 many year., and need not say
that the long examination which my
brother magistrAtes and myself have this
day conducted to the very best Of our
ability has been TO all OF Us iraught with
the utmost pain. And we are bound to
admit, in your behalf, that nothing has
transpired in the course Of this hearing
which reflects In the least on your con.
duct during the period 70 which l refer.
We have given due consideration 10 this
fact in your favor, and have come 10 the
conclusion, actuated by motives which
We earnestly hope you will live to appre-
p~reciate in proper spirit, to dismiss
this case. You may 60"
"But my charsetar,h exclaimed White,
in a voice husky with emotion; who ia
to clear that Of tAin,f"
yourself promptly answered the
chairman. .call the next case"
Dazed, trembling under the influence
Of warning passions, he left the dock and
passed out Of the court into the suuit
street Whittier shall be direct his feet
As he slowly and mechanically, seeing
nothing, hearing nothing, with bowed
head and leaden gait, stole along In the
direction Of the riverside, he felt q touch
on his arm. He paused.
Il was one Of Mr.. Westbrook's clerks.
The lads mouth was tremulous with sym
aMr, Westbrook has sent me with this
note, Mr.. White, Is there any ansWef5"
1Yes,n he replied, tearing the paper
into atoms, Gthere L.. Mr.. Westbrook
Vihses 70 see me. Tell him that we shall
not meet again until he is prepared to
stand up In that court house and pray
TO be allowed to proclaim my innoceuse In
tones ~ loud as those which he used to-
day''I In declaring my guilt"
The lad left him. The September SUI
wa sinking redly behind 4 familiar belt
Of woods which iringed the further bank
az the river as be continued his moody
walk. he had held on for miles, needless
Of the direction be took, and now he
avoke from his Ct Of passionate bitter
mes TO find himself on a otthAt had Of
tsn been halloWsd BY the presence Of thG
Tirlbeioved. whatd did she think Of him
dHaroldIH
In those two words all wa expressed
In that fierce embrace doubt was slain.
40, Harold, l have been following you
for hours, fearing to speak, you look &C
pale aud chAngedF'
am changed. They have not sem
me 10 prison, Fan, bat the prison faint |,
90 nj. Why don't you shrink from thu
moral lsper, a. the rest Of them have
donefS
"Becausep-and Il seemed % him q
though her voice bad never thrilled with
MI .Aa "