The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1878-06-15

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cline receiving . visitor at ones hotel;
but I will zee him. Finish my hair and
then fnd Mr.. BeauehAmp. IWould speak
with him before l 60 on"
Blanchard had again curiously under
valued the strength Of his lovely oppo-
nent. Il
with him 4 few whispered words. BE
grasped her hand warmly BY way Of
emphasizing his chlValric intentions In
her cause.
Since the day, more than twelve months
previously, that Mis- Westbrook had
merged her identity In thA, Of the now
talented actress, Miss HArebell, Fanny
had played many parts both of and Oh
the stage. On this particular night she
eIceIled herself. The applause Of the
crowds Of admirers was what would have
been termed in stage p~arlance "terri6c.'
Such was the electric force Of her acting,
il carried all before il. Was she playing
de6Antly up TO Blanchard? Perhaps..
On the conclusion Of the play, she,
laden with bouquets, retired to her dIess.
ins.room, and in 3 few minutes had re-
sumed, with the aid Of attentive Mrs.
Cummips, the attire Of ordinary life.
In the space Of 4 very few minutes
Miss @Harebell" wa proceeding unnotic.
ed, save BY a group Of her youthful idol.
ators who surrounded the pit.door, un-
der the convoy Of Mr.. Beauchamp, TO her
apartments At the George.
Before ascending the staircase which
led TO her rooms abe informed the maid
servant that probably = gentleman would
call upon her. II he did, she was TO show
him mp, after having privately informed
Nj. Beiuchamp, who would wait for the
news in the bar-parlor, OF her visitors
arrival. Il
Mr.. Beauchamp, whose face beamed
with complacent delight nodded his APP
prevail Of this arrangement Observed
Fanny 10 him:
aNow, Mr.. B~eauchAmp, 1 shall leave
you 10 your own deviees'-here she in
dulged in the tiniest ripple Of laughter
"your devices, mind"
every well, my dear, they shall be ready
II wanted.n
Everything is ready, Miss Harebell,
and everybody. Let that suffice ye."
Seated in her snug little roon, Fanny
dreamily awaited the coming Of her
ancient prosecutor. She had not TO wait
long.
AIR. Blanchard, m" announced the
maid.servant and thereupon ushsred that
gentleman in.
Miss Westbrook rose, and scknow.
lodged his elaborate bow with = silence
that WA full OF scorniul eloquence. She
then resumed her seat.
GMiss Westbrook, can you divine why
I am here? :"
"Yes."
90, YOU cant You are frank. After
all, why should you not bel We can
spare each other the recital Of q long pre-
face Of dull retrospection. After q long
and painful search ] have found you-no
matter how"
AZ know how" she calmly interposed.
"Ahw he exclaimed, perhaps you
would not mind enlightening me-" His
tones were sueering. Her perfect equa-
nimity put him about.
"Nol at all. You got the information
from my brother"
"Esen 80. And-your brotheri Hn
he informed you also that he Is Just as
completely in my power a was another
person OF our acquaintance more than 4
year since7 Did he tell you that there Is
that in this bundle OF papers which would
give him penal servitude if Ichose TO put
the Law in operation. Did he"
"No, Mr.. Blanchard, he did not' A
tear had stolen down her cheek st the
mention Of Harold's name; but now that
she confronted the West Indian her eyes
blaIed defiance upon him: "lle did not
Remove your mask. l caa read the ras-
csl underneath it. So, then, my hand
bestowed on you IL 10 be the price Of your
silence concerning my brothers crime, II
crime Il be. But you have shown your
elaws to soon; see that they are not clip.
ped"
"Aud who is to clip them!"
al" exclaimed 4 voice that came from
behind the chair near which Blanchard
stood, while At the same time his arms
we're seized in a grip Of iron and wrench.
ed violently back. "l-Harold White
Fan, take possession Of those papers"
$50 you think 10 trap me do your
growled Blanchard, actually foaming
with rage; "but you are mistaken
"Not 4 bit Of IT," observed obliging
Mr.. B%eauchamp, at that moment entering
BY the door on the landing. Coolly turn.
ing the key aud placing il in his poket,
the manager OF the Besthampton theatre
continued: "NoW look here, Mr.. Blaneh.
ard, I have stage-mAnaged TOO many lit
Tie things OF this kind not to know whAt's
required 10 strengthen the situation. l
have two Of my fellows handy on the
stairs. Ny property mar is on the other
side OF those folding doors. Ny friend
here and myself reckon for something, TO
say nothing Of Mrs. Harold Waite"
Mrs. Harold Whitei' gssped Blanch.
ard.
ayes, Mr.. Blanchard" releasing him
and approaching her, amy wife. She al:
ways believed 10 my perfect innocence oil
the charge you helped to fasten on me,
aud when poor miserable Gus confessed
spiraey, We got married"
"Confessed-eonspiracyI sneeripsly
exclaimed Blanchard; "Where are your
proofs I"
"HereF replied Harold, pointing 70
the papers; sand here they remain until
-"
"Uuul what?"
"Until the father Of my dear wife haI
perused them, line BY line, and the mag
~fstrates Of s~inglebrldge have made my
innocence as public as = year since they
proclaimed my guilt
"Then | may co. said Blanchard, after
4 pause; and taking for granted the con-
sent OF his temporary %custodians, he
stepped toward the door, which was IN
der the jlnitOrship Of Mr.. B%eauchsmp.
That gentleman gracefully waived him
back.
@You may 20 on one condition, sir
pardon melt il this: That you leave
Tor Jamaica by a certain steamer which
leaves this port tomorrow. l have to-
night bespoken your berth. Pardon me
If you decline, take the consequences,
one OF which will be the temporary 90
cupation by yourself Of q neat and com
modious apartment within the precincts
Of Essthampton Jail"
"open the door" Not smother word