New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-04-22
'Florine and my husband had gone to
some evening concert together re-

Florine and my husband had gone to
some evening concert together you re-
member our father?"
"Of course I do, Allie"
That he was an honorable, honest
man, who would have scorned to do a
mean or treacherous action ?"
eyes, Allie"
"Oh, Will, WILL" hiding my wet eyes
upon his innocent upturned face, "you
will be like him." You, too, will be
an honorable man."
9TH try, Allie," the boy answered.
earnestly. And I knew then that Will
was neither thief nor forger!
"Allie, said my brother, when the
conversation had turned upon other
and Indifferent topic, II wonder where
that volume of selections from American
poetry is? Florine had it yesterday"
In her room, I suppose. Shall
go and get it for you?"
II wish you would"
So I went upstairs. The door OF the
room was locked but I happened to be
the fortunate possessor of skeleton key
which admitted me into any room in my
house--and without ceremony I entered.
The fire burned low upon the marble
hearth the shaded lamp cast a circle
Of rose-colored fame upon the little
round table drawn up beside it, where
Florine's portfolio and scattered papers
lay. What special impulse it was that
drew my attention in that direction I
cannot say-but as I looked toward it
one loose sheet of paper, slightly sep
arated from the rest, caught my eye.
Three successive words, repeated over
and over, seemed to cover its expanse.
1t was not an honorable thing to do,
but I took it up and glanced at the
cabalistic occurrences. It was the name
of Charley's 1irm-Ellington & Eaton,
written again and again, in bold, mas
culine hand, as unlike as possible to
Florine Fayall's struggling, semi Italian
chirography. And yet, when I looked,
knew that Florine Fayan was the for
ger who had been fattening on the funds
of Ellington & Eaton.
At the same instant heard Florine's
light, silver-sweet laugh downstairs
Catching the paper once more from the
pile, I hurried down stairs to where my
husband and cousin, just return ed from
the concert, were standing before the
parlor fire.
"Charles," I cried, breathlessly, II
have detected the forgery!"
Florine gave low, involuntary cry,
and turned deathly pale, as she clutch
ed at the back Of chair for support !;
but was pitiless.
"Look:" added to my husband, who
evidently thought Twas little demented.
"See what I found in Florine FayalPs
portfolio. She is the base, mean forg-
er! She is the backbiter who would
fain hide her crime beneath another's
downfall! Speak, girl! is this your
work?"
And held up the mute witness of her
guilt.
Florine burst into tears
II couldn't help it," she sobbed. 81
needed money so much; I was in debt
everywhere, at st. Augustine, and they
threatened to send officers north to ar
rest me if did not send remittances at
once. And was always good at 1mi-
tating other peoples handwriting, and
knew Cousin Charley's signature we'll,
and-and-l never thought it would be
found out! Don't be harsh with me,
Charley don't let Alice look at me so!
She never had any charity for me-"
"Charity!" repeated, bitterly. "Was
it Christian charity, think you, Florine
Fayall, for you to try to shift the blame
upon an orphan boy like Willie Akin ?"
II hated him because he was your
brother" Florine answered, sullenly,
as she read in Charles pale, shocked
face that there was no hope Of interfer-
ence in her favor in that quarter. II
hate vou?"
"Florine," sternly interposed my
husband, "let there be no more of this.
My eyes are opened at last, and must
confess that Alice's instinct was more to
be trusted than my reason. You are
women, and my cousin, therefore I
shall not prosecute you on account of
this disgraceful business. But one
thing / have to say can no longer har.
Dor such a serpent in my home. You
must leave this place tomorrow"
But" whimpered Florine, where
am to go?"
I "To-France, for what I care" re-
sponded Charles, with very Unnecessary
emphasis.
And the next day Florine took her
departure. Welearned afterwards from
Florida correspondents that Miss Fay
{, had distinguished herself in the line
OF writing other peoples names by mis-
take before she left st. Augustine.
And in the course of time we heard OF
her again as wealthy bankers govern.
ess. a lady's amanuensis, and finally
matron to an orphan asylum.
Poor Florine! she had better have
been honest in the first place. at all
events, the little family occurrence had
one good result. Charlie believed in
my "instincts" most religiously after
that. And I was troubled with no more
of his relations.