she represented herself to be. After which, I inquired with indescribable anxiety if Mr. Huntingdon's order were a forgery? "I cannot tell, Mr. Wilcox," said that gentleman, taking the order into his hands, and regarding it with an air of extreme perplexity. "I could have sworn it was mine, had it been attached to any other document. I think Forbes's handwriting is not so weil imitated. But it is the very ink I use, and mine is a peculiar signature. It was a very peculiar and old-fashioned signature, with a flourish underneath it not unlike a whip-handle, with the lash caught round it in the middle; but that did not make it the more difficult to forge, as I humbly suggested. Mr. Huntingdon wrote his name upon a paper, and two or three of the gentlemen tried to imitate the flourish, but vainly. They gave it up with a smile upon their grave faces. "You have been careful not to let a hint of this matter drop from you, Mr. Wilcox?" said the Postmaster-General. "Not a syllable, my lord," I answered. "It is imperatively necessary that the secret should be kept. You would be removed from the temptation of telling it, if you had an appointment in some office abroad. The packet-agency at Alexandria is vacant, and I will have you appointed to it at once.' It would be a good advance from my present situation, and would doubtless prove a stepping-stone to other and better appointments; but I had a mother living at Fazeley, bed-ridden and paralytic, who had no pleasure in existence except having me to dwell under the same roof with her. My head was growing more and more dizzy, and a strange vagueness was creeping over me. "Gentlemen," I muttered I have a bed-ridden mother whom I cannot leave. I was not to blame, gentlemen." I fancied there was a stir and a movement at the table, but my eyes were dim, and in another moment I had lost consciousness. When I came to myself, in two or three minutes, I found that Mr. Huntingdon was kneeling on the floor beside me, supporting my head, while our secretary held a glass of wine to my lips. I rallied as quickly as possible and staggered to my feet; but the two gentlemen placed me in the chair against which I had been leaning, and insisted on my finishing the wine before I spoke. "I have not tasted food all day," I said faintly. "Then, my good fellow, you shall go home immediately," said the Postmaster-General; "but be on your guard! Not a word of this must escape you. Are you a married man?” "No, my lord," I answered. "So much the better," he added, smiling. "You can keep a secret from your mother, I dare say. We rely upon your honor." The secretary then rang a bell, and I was committed to the charge of the messenger who answered it; and in a few minutes I was being conveyed in a cab to my London lodgings. A week afterwards, Tom Morville was sent out to a post-office in Canada, where he settled down, married, and is still living, perfectly satisfied with his position, as he occasionally informs me by letter. For myself, I remained as I desired, in my old post as travelingclerk until the death of my mother, which occurred some ten or twelve months afterwards. I was then promoted to an appointment as a clerk in charge, upon the first vacancy. The business of the clerks in charge is to take possession of any post-office in the kingdom, upon the death or resignation of the post-master, or when circumstances of suspicion cause his suspension from office. My new duties carried me three or four times into Mr. Huntingdon's district. Though that gentleman and I never exchanged a word with regard to the mysterious loss in which we had both had an innocent share, he distinguished me with peculiar favor, and more than once invited me to visit him at his own house. He lived alone, having but one daughter, who had married, somewhat against his will, one of his clerks: the Mr. Forbes whose handwriting had been so successfully imitated in the official order presented to me by the self-styled Miss Anne Clifton. (By the way, I may here mention, though it has nothing to do with my story, that my acquaintance with the Cliftons had ripened into an intimacy, which resulted in my engagement and marriage to Mary.) It would be beside my purpose to specify the precise number of years which clapsed before I was once again summoned to the secretary's private apartment, where I found him closeted with Mr. Huntingdon. Mr. Huntingdon shook hands with unofficial cordiality; and then the secretary proceeded to state the business on hand. "Mr. Wilcox, you remember our offer to place you in office in Alexandria?" he said. "Certainly, sir," I answered. It has been a troublesome office," he continued, almost pettishly. "We sent out Mr. Forbes only six months ago, on ac count of his health, which required a warmer climate, and now his medical man reports that his life is not worth three weeks' purchase." to me. Upon Mr. Huntingdon's face there rested an expression of profound anxiety; and as the secretary paused he addressed himself "Mr. Wilcox," he said, "I have been soliciting, as a personal favor, that you should be sent out to take charge of the packet agency, in order that my daughter may have some one at hand to befriend her, and manage her business affairs for her. You are not personally acquainted with her, but I know I can trust her with you." "You may, Mr. Huntingdon," I said, warmly. "I will do anything I can to aid Mrs. Forbes. When do you wish me to start?" "How soon can you be ready?" was the rejoinder. "To-morrow morning." Upon arriving I found that all the postal arrangements had fallen into considerable irregularity and confusion; for, as I was informed immediately on my arrival, Mr. Forbes had been in a dying condition for the last week, and of course the absence of a master had borne the usual results. I took formal possession of the office, and then, conducted by one of the clerks, I proceeded to the dwelling of the unfortunate postmaster and his no less unfortunate wife. It would be out of place in this narrative to indulge in any traveler's tales about the strange place where I was so unexpectedly located. Suffice it to say, that the darkened sultry room into which I was shown, on inquiring for Mrs. Forbes, was bare of furniture, and destitute of all those little tokens of refinement and taste which make our English parlors so pleasant to the eye. There was, however, a piano in one of the dark corners of the room, open, and with a sheet of music on it. waited for Mrs. Forbes's appearance, I strolled idly up to the piano to see what music it might be. The next moment my eye fell upon an antique red morocco workbox standing on the top of the piano-a workbox evidently, for the lid was not closely shut, and a few threads of silk and cotton were hanging out of it. a kind of dream-for it was difficult to believe that the occurrence was a fact I carried the box to the darkened window, and there, plain in my sight, was the device scratched upon the leather: the revolutionary symbol of a heart with a dagger through it. I had found the Premier's despatch-box in the parlor of the packetagent of Alexandria! While I In a I stood for some minutes with that dream like feeling upon me, gazing at the box in the dim obscure light. It could not be real! My fancy must be playing a trick upon me! But the sound of a light step-for, light as it was, I heard it distinctly as it approached the room-broke my trance, and I hastened to replace the box on the piano, and to stoop down as if examining the music before the door opened. I had not sent in my name to Mrs. Forbes, for I did not suppose that she was acquainted with it, nor could she see me distinctly, as I stood in the gloom. But I could see her. She had the slight slender figure, the childlike face, and the fair hair of Miss Anne Clifton. She came quickly across the room, holding out both her hands in a childish appealing manner. "O"she wailed, in a tone that went straight to my heart, "he is dead! He has just died!” It was no time then to speak about the red morocco workbox. This little childish creature, who did not look a day older than when I had seen her in my traveling post-office, was a widow in a strange land, far away from any friend save myself. I had brought her a letter from her father. The first duties that devolved upon me were those of her husband's interment, which had to take place immediately. Three or four weeks elapsed before I could, with any humanity, enter upon the investigation of her mysterious complicity in the daring theft practised on the government and the post-office. I did not see the despatch-box again. In the midst of her new and vehement grief, Mrs. Forbes had the precaution to remove it before I was ushered again into the room where I had discovered it. I was at some trouble to hit upon any plan by which to gain a second sight of it; but I was resolved that Mrs. Forbes should not leave Alexandria without giving me a full explanation. We were waiting for remittances and instructions from England, and in the mean time the violence of her grief abated, and she recovered a good share of her old buoyancy and loveliness, which had so delighted me on my first acquaintance with her. As her demands upon my sympathy weakened, my curiosity grew stronger, and at last mastered me. I carried with me a netted purse which required mending, and I asked her to catch up the broken meshes while I waited for it. "I will tell your maid to bring your workbox," I said, going to the door and calling the servant. "Your mistress has a red morocco 4.48 THE UTAH MAGAZINE. Nov. 13. workbox," I said to the girl when she answered my summons. "Yes, sir," she replied. "Where is it?" "In her bedroom," she said. room. "Mrs. Forbes wishes it brought here." I turned back into the Mrs. Forbes turned deadly pale, but her eyes looked sullen, and her teeth were clinched under her lips with an expression of stubbornness. The maid brought the workbox. I walked, with it in my hands, up to the sofa where she was seated. "You remember this mark?" I asked; "I think neither of us can forget it?" She did not answer by word, but there was a very intelligent gleam in her blue eyes. "Now," I continued softly, "I promised your father to befriend you, and I am not a man to forget a promise. But you must tell me the whole simple truth." I was compelled to reason with her, and to urge her for some time. I confess I went so far as to remind her that there was an English consul at Alexandria, to whom I could resort. At last she openened her stubborn lips, and the whole story came out, mingled with sobs and showers of tears. She had been in love with Alfred, she said, and they were too poor to marry, and papa would not hear of such a thing. She was always in want of money, she was kept so short; and they promised to give her such a great sum--a vast sum-five hundred pounds. "But who bribed you?" I enquired. A foreign gentleman whom she had met in London, Monsieur Bonnard. It was a French name, but she was not sure that he was a Frenchman. He talked to her about her father being a surveyor in the post-office, and aked her a great number of questions. A few weeks after, she met him in their own town by accident, she and Mr. Forbes; and Alfred had a long private talk with him, and they came to her, and told her she could help them very much. They asked her if she could be brave enough to carry off a little red box out of the traveling post-office, containing nothing but papers. After a while she consented. When she had confessed so much under compulsion, Mrs. Forbes seemed to take a pleasure in the narrative, and went on fluently. "We required papa's signature to the order, and we did not know how to get it. Luckily he had a fit of the gout, and was very peevish; and I had to read over a lot of official papers to him, and then he signed them. One of the papers I read twice, and slipped the order into its place after the second reading. I thought I should have died with fright; but just then he was in great pain, and glad to get his work over. I made an excuse that I was going to visit my aunt at Beckby, but instead of going there direct, we contrived to be at the station at Eaton a minute or two before the mail train came up. I kept outside the station door till we heard the whistle, andjust then the postman came running down the road, and I followed him straight through the booking-office, and asked him to give you the order, which I put into his hand. He scarcely saw me. I just caught a glimpse of Monsieur Bonnard's face through the window of the compartment next the van, when Alfred had gone. They had promised me that the train should stop at Camden-town, if I could only keep your attention engaged until then. You know how I succeeded." "But how did you dispose of the box?" I asked. "You could not have concealed it about you; that I am sure of." "Ah!" she said, "nothing was easier. Monsieur Bonnard had described the van to me, and you remember I put the box down at the end of the counter, close to the corner where I hid myself at every station. There was a door with a window in it, and I asked if I might have the window open, as the van was too warm for me. I believe Monsieur Bonnard could have taken it from me by leaning through his window, but he preferred stepping out and taking it from my hand, just as the train was leaving Watford-on the far side of the carriages, you understand. It was the last station, and the train came to a stand at Camden-town. After all, the box was not out of your sight more than twenty minutes when you missed Monsieur Bonnard and I hurried out of the station, and Alfred followed us. The box was forced open--the lock has never been mended, for it was a peculiar one-and Monsieur Bonnard took possession of the papers. He left the box with me, after putting inside it a roll of notes. Alfred and I were married next morning, and I went back to my aunt's but we did not tell papa of our marriage for three or four months. That is the story of my red morrocco workbox." it. She smiled with the provoking mirthfulness of a mischievous child. There was one point still on which my curiosity was unsatisfied. "Did you know what the dispatches were about?" I asked. "O no!" she answered; "I never understood politics in the least. I knew nothing about them. Monsieur did not say a word; he did not even look at the papers while we were by. I would never, never, have taken a registered letter, or anything with money in it, you know. But all those papers could be written again quite easily. You must not think me a thief, Mr. Wilcox; there was no thing worth money among the papers." "They were worth five hundred pounds to you," I said. you ever see Bonnard again?" Did "Never again," she replied. "He said he was going to return to his native country. I don't think Bonnard was his real name.” Most likely not, I thought, but I said no more to Mrs. Forbes. Once again I was involved in a great perplexity about this affair. It was clearly my duty to report the discovery at head-quarters, but I shrank from doing so. One of the chief culprits was already gone to another judgment than that of man; several years had obliterated all traces of Monsieur Bonnard; and the only victim of justice would be this poor little dupe of the two greater criminals. At lastI came to the conclusion to send the whole of the particulars to Mr. Huntingdon himself; and I wrote them to him without remark or comment. The answer that came to Mrs. Forbes and me in Alexandria was the announcement of Mr Huntingdon's sudden death of some disease of the heart, on the day which I calculated would put him in possession of my communication. Mrs. Forbes was again overwhelmed with apparently heart-rending sorrow and remorse. The income left to her was something less than one hundred pounds a year. The secretary of the post-office, who had been a personal friend of the deceased gentleman, was his sole executor; and I received a letter from him containing one to Mrs. Forbes, which recommended her, in terms not to be misunderstood, to fix upon some residence abroad, and not to return to England. She fancied she would like the seclusion and quiet of a convent; and I made arrangements for her to enter one at Malta, where she would still be under British protection. I left Alexandria myself on the arrival of another packet-agent; and on my return to London I had a private interview with the secretary. I found that there was no need to inform him of the circumstances I have related to you, as he had taken posssession of all Mr. Huntingdon's papers. In eonsideration of his ancient friendship, and of the escape of those who most merited punishment, he had come to the conclusion to let bygones be bygones. At the conclusion of the interview I delivered a message which Mrs. Forbes had emphatically entrusted to me. "Mrs. Forbes wished me to impress upon your mind," I said, "that neither she nor Mr. Forbes would have been guilty of this misdemeanor if they had not been so much in love with one another, and very much in want of money." "Ah," replied the secretary, with a smile, "if Cleopatra's nose had been shorter, the fate of the world would have been different." I'VE BEEN THINKING. I've been thinking, I've been thinking, Of matters that concern us not, I've been thinking, if we'd begin It would seem strange if it were not, Oh! would that we had charity And as we journey down life's road, FOUL PLAY and HAROLD Complete in Volumes 1 and 2 Utah Magazine, ONE DOLLAR each Vol . THE GRAFENBERG MEDICINES ARE INVALUABLE. GODBE & CO. HAVE THEM. 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