The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1894-12-01

excuse for remaining longer; a day
when Clara Brathwaite must return 10
her friends also, and we could proceed /,
New York together; when the cy:.
yerlys all accompanied their fair gue,,
in the great family WsgOneits to ID.
station-all but Kate who, by my sids
and on horseback, led me over the rive,
path beneath the mighty, sobbins
pines; day when we rode for miles 10.
gether without word; when my hear.
was being torn from its very roofing
in the only soil which had ever given /,
life. and which almost ceased to bsl,
when the fair horseWoman, at lut
touching my arm softly, said almost 10
q whisper:
"And what has Ralph Euston found
ut Converly PinesW
"a woman whom he loves and who III /
also q criminalF
For miles more there was no iur.hu
word. Nor could I know the infinite
sacrifice and heroism in her final 40.
swer-the only words which passed b.
tween US then until "Good.byes" were
waved and said from our departing
coach window.
"If your soul is q great one, Ralph
Euston, you will forgive and protect that
woman as have tried to dol"
! was stunned and stupefed. Mim
Brath waite had had but few hours
rest the previous night, was wearlsd
from the long journey, and after | had
removed her wrappings. beyond Wei.
don, where we changed coaches for Pc
tersburg and Richmond, she composed
herself comfortably in the window.eud
OF our seat, and fell into deep and
tranquil slumber.
Unjust also have dozed-and dreamed;
for I dreamed that my eyes saw the
stolen sleeve-buttons aud the fre'dOg
ends, blended ia one. and that my hand
rested on the bank notes taken BY the
woman Iloved from the package on hss
fathers Office desk.
When l aWoke, nearly all this was IN
dubitably true. There In the delicate
linen cuifs OF Clara Brath waite's sleeves
were the veritable buttons OF Uncle
Ephe's indignant recital. which, In al
instant, had stealthily fitted to the de-
pressions in the unaccountable seals;
and in FIVE minutes more had COM
mittod a greater robbery than that Al
Conyerly Pines; for l had ungalIanty
cut the buttons from Clara Brathwalte;
cuffs and possessed myself Of S,?lV 10
bills, which / had ripped from tns
broad facing OF Clara BrathWaites aux
sacaue, which had been negllgensIy
thrown across the seat between US
Just as the train was entering Pele'i'
burg I gently awakened my CON-
panion. 80.
One OF my hands tightly graspedd 100
roll of bills and in the other rested ons
of the buttons perfectly fitting the ~
dentations OF the rif1ed envelopes aul
red seal. =, n
shall have to bid you goodbye. | tnlGk
we have gone far enough together. key
upon it that l shall never reveal VhN
we both now know. Do you unda'
stand?"
"Do II" There was nothing bai
grateful smiles in her bright and preuY
face. swell, I should think dla;
Ralph Eustonl It's just splenulu au1
lovely Of you. Don't forget your
promise. Good-byew
But, God bless tho heroine At Ios
verify Piuesl there was one VINO nai
known it all long before l bllndetea
into the light. And it was she al i'
helped me arrange my papers IN !an
miserable, heart-breakiug operauoui
and she again aided me in the sA4
though humiliating task OF fifty VoIa'
ing my resignation from WORK a. III III
great Dingleton Detective Agency, N..,
now and then murmuring back thto oj.,
smiles and tears. as my second c0H''''
sion was honestly made:
"Poor, poor Clara!-Poor, pUT
Ralphl How you both must have ~
fered here at dear old Converly fL Ls.-