lewis rand had displayed his usual sagacity in selecting mr. sharp as his agent in the affair which now occupied so large a share of his attention. the worthy attorney was not particularly scrupulous, and the thought that he was lending his aid to defraud, did not have the least effect in disturbing mr. sharp’s tranquillity. indeed, he considered it a stroke of remarkably good luck that he should have secured so promising a client, through whom his rather limited income was likely to receive so important an accession. to do him justice he intended to devote his best exertions to the case now in his hands, and insure the success of his client if it could in any manner be compassed.

for several evenings subsequent to the interview described in the last chapter, mr. sharp found it convenient to walk for an hour or more towards the close of the afternoon. singularly enough he never varied his promenade, always selecting the neighborhood of the park. it was his custom to walk slowly up and down, attentively scanning the different groups that passed under his eye. but among the thousands who passed him, he could for some time discover none that resembled the description furnished by his client.

it chanced that helen and her father had suspended their walks for a few days, in consequence of a slight indisposition on the part of the latter. this, however, mr. sharp could not be expected to know. his hopes of ultimate success diminished, and although he continued his daily walks, he 41began to be apprehensive that they would result in nothing. but one evening as he was glancing restlessly about him, his eye fell upon a plainly-dressed man, above the middle height, but stooping, walking hand in hand with a young girl. their ages seemed to correspond with those given by lewis rand.

the thought flashed upon mr. sharp that these might be the two persons of whom he was in search. judging that they might let fall something in their conversation which would decide the matter, he followed closely behind them. but unluckily for the lawyer’s purpose, mr. ford was in one of his not uncommon fits of abstraction, and maintained an unbroken silence.

mr. sharp pondered, and set his wits to work to devise some method by which he could gain the information he desired. at length it occurred to him that the little girl’s name was helen, and this might help to identify her.

after a while helen and her father slackened their pace. mr. sharp took up a position behind them. assuming an air of unconcern, he pronounced, in a low tone, the word “helen,” at the same time slipping dexterously behind an old gentleman of somewhat aldermanic proportions who had just come up.

on hearing her name pronounced, helen turned quickly around as mr. sharp had anticipated. her eyes rested on the grave features of the respectable old gentleman before alluded to. he was not even looking at her. evidently it could not be he. she did not observe the somewhat flashily attired gentleman behind, whose red locks contrasted so vividly with the grayish white hat somewhat jauntily perched on the side of his head. supposing, therefore, that her ears must have deceived her, she turned away. her sudden movement, however, had not been unobserved by the watchful eyes of the lawyer.

42“that must be she,” he said to himself. “she would scarcely have turned round so quickly on hearing any other name than her own. that’s the first link in the chain, sharp. you’ve got a little to build upon now. now we’ll see how well you will succeed in following it up.”

mr. sharp was in the habit of apostrophizing himself in such familiar terms as “old fellow,” and would indulge in commendations, or otherwise, of his conduct, as if of a second person.

when helen and her father left the spot, they were followed at a little distance by the lawyer, whose object of course, was to ascertain where they lived. his curiosity was gratified. helen entered mother morton’s boarding-house, quite unconscious that she had been followed. a rapid glance satisfied mr. sharp of the name and number which were at once transferred to his note-book.

“so far, so good,” thought he, with inward satisfaction. “i must inform my client forthwith, and then we can decide upon further steps.”

so elated was mr. sharp by the discovery that he had made, that he stepped into a saloon on broadway, and indulged in potations so very generous, that he narrowly escaped arrest by a policeman on the way home.

helen, meanwhile, was becoming daily more and more troubled in mind. her father was so wrapped up in his model that he could think of nothing else. to her, accordingly, had been committed the common purse, and upon her had devolved the duty of providing for their daily wants, as well as discharging the rent which was due once in four weeks. she therefore knew more of their pecuniary condition than her father. she had been repeatedly alarmed at the rapid diminution of the funds placed in her hands, and this, notwithstanding she exercised the strictest economy in all their expenses. for some time, as we have seen, she had eked 43out their scanty means by working for the slop-shops. now, however, there was a lull in the clothing business, and this resource was temporarily cut off. how heavily upon the young and inexperienced falls the burden of pecuniary trouble! helen saw with a feeling of dismay that a few weeks would find their means exhausted. what would become of them then, she did not dare to think. if only her father’s invention could be completed before that time, she thought, in her simplicity, that all would be well. of the long years before even a successful invention can be made profitable, she knew nothing. she trusted implicitly to her father’s confident assurances, and never doubted that some time they would become rich through his discovery. this consideration, however, did not afford her present relief. although her father labored assiduously, it did not appear to her unpractised eye that he was any nearer the end than he had been six months before. confident as she was of his final success, the question how they should live in the mean time assumed grave importance, and occasioned her not a little perplexity.

if helen could have shared her doubts and anxieties with some one who might have sympathized with her, she would have felt less troubled. but there seemed to be no one to whom she could speak freely. she was only too anxious to keep it from her father, who, she felt instinctively, could give her little or no assistance. she thought of speaking to mrs. morton, but the fear lest, if she should acknowledge her poverty, the latter might be unwilling to allow them to retain their room any longer, restrained her.

we have before mentioned the humble seamstress, martha grey, who occupied the room beneath that of mr. ford. though plain in appearance, and of quiet demeanor, helen had been attracted by the expression of goodness which lighted up her face. sometimes, when her father seemed 44wholly immersed in his labors, she would steal down stairs and spend a quiet hour in martha’s company.

on one of these occasions martha had a visitor. although introduced as a cousin, one could scarcely imagine a greater contrast than existed between her and martha. her dress was more showy than tasteful, and evidently occupied a large share of her attention. she was employed in a millinery establishment where she earned good wages,—twice as much as martha,—but saved nothing, expending everything upon personal adornment. she lacked entirely the refinement and quiet dignity of her cousin. in spite of her humble circumstances, martha would have been recognized by any one possessing discernment as a lady. her cousin, in spite of her dress, was never in any danger of being mistaken for one. her manner towards martha, however, was a patronizing one, and she evidently considered herself as occupying a much higher position than the seamstress.

“i am astonished, martha,” said she, glancing contemptuously at the plain room, and plainer furniture, “that you should be willing to live in such a hole. i believe if i was cooped up here i should die of loneliness in less than a week.”

“i find it very comfortable,” said martha, composedly.

“yes, i suppose it will do. it will keep out the rain and wind, and is better than nothing, of course. but i want something better than that.”

“i am very well contented,” said martha, “and even if i were not, i could afford no better.”

“do you stay here all the time? don’t you ever go to concerts or the theatre?”

“no.”

“what a humdrum life you must lead! it’s wednesday afternoon. suppose we go to the theatre. there’s going to be a splendid play.”

martha hesitated.

45there is so little to excite or interest in the monotonous life of a hard-working seamstress, that she really longed to throw aside the needle, and accept her cousin’s invitation.

“i should like to go,” she said at length, “but i am afraid i ought not to spend either the time or the money.”

“then i’ll make you a fair offer. if you’ll spare the time, i’ll spare the money. i’ll buy the tickets. won’t you go, too?” she continued, turning to helen. “i’ll pay for you.”

helen looked at martha who nodded kindly, and said, “did you ever go to the theatre, helen!”

“no, martha.”

“then you had better come. you can come back with me.”

“thank you,” said helen. “i will see if father needs me.”

she hastened up stairs, but found that her father, absorbed in his engrossing employment, had not even been aware of her absence.

“do you think you can spare me for two or three hours, papa?” she asked. “i have been invited to go out.”

she had to repeat the question before her father comprehended.

“go, by all means, my dear child,” he answered. “i am afraid you confine yourself too much on my account.”

helen was soon ready. she went out with martha grey and her cousin, and a few minutes found them standing before a large building with a spacious entrance.

“this is the theatre,” said martha, addressing herself to helen.

helen little thought of the consequences that were to follow this—her first entrance within the walls of a theatre.