The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1883-11-24

made himself useful both in the mouse ant
In the stable yard, and was vastly popula
with his fellow servants, on account oil hi
powers Of mimicry and the juggling trick
which he could perform"
Ihad an indistinct recollection oil having
seen and heard OF such person in my
uncls's household, and l said so, wonder
J ing how there could be anything In Enoct
Clint 10 concern me.
"This Enoch Clint" said Mr.. Mordaunt
slowly, twas North countrymau."
stared at him, sorely puzzled. ale wal
your countryman drawled out the shrewd
lawyer, aud then a light broke in upon me
and grew sick and dizzy, and could hardly
hear Mr.. Mordaunt's friendly Voice as hs
said, shaking my passive hand the while
"You have been sorely Sronged, Mr.
Vaughan. for one, believed you guilty
for which l heartily beg your pardon
Now, listen to me. This poor wretch
Enoch Clint, was two days since run over
by heavily. laden van, not fifty yards from
his masters door, and carried back TO the
house, the crushed and blood.stained wreck
OF a man. He asked for his pastor, and
Mr.. Braithwaite being absent, he prayed 10
see Miss Lucy. To her, in the doctors
presence, the dying man gasped out some
lnarticuate confession, clearing you from
all blame but that OF credulity, pardonable
at your age, and duplicating most seriously
another person. At his own desire his
broken statement was, by the doctors help,
taken down in writing, but he died before
the narrative was complete. Miss Lucy
had an interview with her father, need
scarcely cay, on his return home, as ST.
quel to which Mr.. Braithwaite, more agi-
lated than had ever known him to be,
called on me and laid the matter before
me. We, too, had long talk, and the Ie-
suit Of it was, Mr.. Cyril, that on the follow.
ing morning | received visit from-have
you guessed 1.-THE confidential clerk, MIR.
Jenkins"
Our Mr.. Jenkins?" I, returned, per-
picked by the halt'comic expression OF the
solicitors face.
"Your Mr.. jenkins, II you will cling to
the ancient formula" assented the lawyer,
with twinkliDg eyes. THAT commercial
luminary came to me blandly, unsuspect.
log, for, AZ 1t turned out, he had not even
heard OF the death OF his accomplish. My
first act, when he made his bow and seatt d
himself in the clients chair, was to shut
the door and lock it. When he heard the
click Of the lock he started, and TUNED as
pale as his shirt'coliar.-
"'Now, my friend, said to him in
frank, pleasant way, my advice to you is,
for your own good, 10 make clean breast
Of 1t al once
"Ihen you should have seen the ings-
nuous wonder Of his interesting counIe-
nance.
".Excuse me, Mr.. Mordaunt, but I can.
not have heard you aright,' he said, after q
pause.
"0h, yes, you have" said I, shaking
finger at him. 'Cone, come, MIR. Jenkins,
it ID time for you 10 drop the Sleeps cloth
ing, and stand forth as the wolf you are
only this promise, in MIR. Brathwaite's
name, that if your revelations be full and
ample you shall have gentler and more
generous treatment than you deserve
"a stormy collcquy ensued. Once !
thought the man meant 10 strike me, but
there was something in my eye that re-
strained him, 1suppose, for next he began
to sob, and then to whine like beaten
hound, as, sitting on the edge OF my writ
ing table, and glazing at the carpet, he
stammeied out confession, which re.
duced TO writing, and 10 which he pres
entity affixed his reluctant signature.
"The revelation, when this slippery wit
ness was at length brought 10 make 1.-THE
did not know, you see, Mr.. Cyril, how
much his colleague had confessed-was q
to!erab!y complete one. He had, it seemed,
an especial malice against yourself, as the
kinsmau and future partner, and heir Of
the employer whom it had been the bust.
ness OF his lie 10 dupe by show OF Zeal
and display OF mock honesty-1 say
mock, because; probably, when the books
come 10 be overhauled, it will be found
that this was not the first case Il a betrayal
Of trust. And Mr.. Jenkins thought, loo,
that young as you were, you did not share
Mr.. Eiaithwalte's high opinion OF him,
and might some day ask troublesome queE-
tons.
Wherefore, by the help Of aforged char.
acter, he got that fellow Clint into your
uncle's service, put him up to the trick
which be had played on you-Clint had
been low comedian, moantebank and
tLimsle.rigger In his time-and received
from Clint himself, at the door Of the city
puDllG HUuatt tlS uOLiOSVu pOShek-pOoh
containing the and gold notee, which you,
in the hurry and excitement Of the
moment, had-Why, Mr.. Vaughan, you
are i'll !"
But iihe said more, heard 1t not, for !
was weak with long privation and sleep
lessness, and the blood surged up 10 my
temples and there was roar as Of waves
in my ears, and | sank fainting on the
floor.
l have not much moro to tell. How cor
dial and self.reproachiul even, was the re-
ception which my uncle Mr.. Braithwaite,
extended me, or with what fearful joy
Lucy's eyes met mine, are easy to imagine,
but difficult to describe.
~ wronged you, my boy, and l thank
heaven that was wrong in what !
thought" said the old man, with sob in
his imperious voice; Lucy, here, knew you
best"
A REMEDY Tat has proven itself nayer.
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