Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1878-07-11

rid of him. 1t is always convenient t
decline receiving visitor at one
| hotel; but will see Lin. Finish m
| hair and then find Mr.. Beauchamp.
would speak with him before go On.
Blanchard had again curiously un
dervalued the strength OF his lOvel.
opponent.
She saw the manager and exchanged
with him few whispered words. Ht
grasped her hand warmly by way o
emphasizing his chivalric intentions Il
her cause.
Since the day, more than twelve
months previously, that Miss West
brook had merged her identity in tha
of the now talented actress, Miss Hare
bell, Fanny had played many part
both off and on the stage. On this par
tlcular night she excelled herself. The
applause of her crowds OF admirers wa:
what would have been termed in stage
parlance, terrific Such was the elec-
tric force Of her acting, it carried al
before it. Was she playing up defiant
ly to Blanchard? Perhaps.
On the conclusion of the play, she,
laden with bouquets, retired to hel
dressing room, and in few minutes
had resumed, with the aid Of attentive
Mrs. Cummins, the attire of ordinary
life.
In the space of a very few minutes
Miss 'Harebelp was proceeding unno.
ticed, save by group of her youthful
idOlaters who surrounded the pit door,
under the convoy of Mr.. Beauehamp, to
her apartments at the George.
Before ascending the staircase which
led to her rooms she informed the maid
servant that probably gentleman
would call upon her. II he did, she
was TO show him up, after having pri-
vately Informed Mr.. Beauchamp, who
would wait for the news in the bar
parlor, of her visitors arrival.
n SMr. BeauchauIp, whose lace beamed
with cOmplacent delight, nodded his
approval of the arrangement. Observ.
ed Fanny to him:
Now, Mr.. Beauchamp, l shall leave
you to your own devices she in
dulged in the tiniest ripple of laughter
your devices, mind
Very well, my dear, they shall be
ready if wanted
And he
Everything is ready, Miss Harebell,
and everybody. Let that suffice ye.'
Seated In her snug little room, Fan
ny dreamily awaited the coming of her
ancient prosecutor. She had not to
wait long.
Mr.. blanchard, m announced the
maid servant, and thereupOn ushered
that gentleman in.
Miss WestbrOok rose, and acknOwl-
edged his elaborate bow with q silence
that was full of scOrnful elOquence.
She then resumed her seat.
Miss Westbrook, can you divine why
1 am here.'
Yes
%, you can? You are frank. After
all, why should you not be? We can
spare each other the recital of q long
preference OF dull retrospection. After
a long and faithful search l have found
yOu-nO matter how
Il know how she calmly interpOsed.
'Ahp he exclaimed, perhaps you
would not mind enlightening me-
Her perfect equanimity put him out.
'Not at all. You got the information
from my BROTHER
Even so. And-yOur brother? Has
he informed you also that he is just as
In my power as was anoth-
er person of our acquaintance more
than a year since? Did he tell you
that there is that In this bundle of pa
pers which would give him penal SER
vitude If L chose to put the law In ope'
ration. Did he
No, Mr.. Blanchard, he did not.' A
tear had stolen down her cheek at the
mention Of Harold'S name; but now
that she had confronted the West In
dian her eyes blazsd defiance upon
him. He did not. Remove your
mask. can read the rascal under
meath it. So, then, my hand bestowed
on you is to be the price of your silence
my brothers. crime, III
crime it be. But you have shown your
claws too soon, sir; see that they are not
clipped
And who is to clip them?
'Iv exclaimed q voice that came from
behind the chair near which Blanchard
stood, while at the same time his arms
were seized in u grip of iron and wren
:hed violently back. 'I-Harold White!
Fan, take possession of those papers,
80 you think to trap me, do yOu?'
yrowled Blanchard, actually foaming |
with rage; but you are mistaken
Not bit of it, observed Obliging |
Mr.. Beauchamp, at that moment en-
.ering by the door on the landing.
JOolly turning the key aud placing it in
MS pocket, the manager of the East
hampton Theater continued. Now,
Ook here, Mr.. Blanchard, l have stage |
too many little things of this
kind not to know what's required tG |
the situation. l have two
If my fellows handy on the stairs. My
man is on the other side of
hose folding doors. Ny friend here
md myself reckon for something, to
'ay nothing of Mrs. Harold White
Mrs. Harold Whitep gasped BlaEch'
lrd.
Yes, Mr.. Blanchard releasing him,
Ind approaching her; my wife. She
always believed in my perfect innO'
,ence of the charge you helped to fasten
IN me, and when poor miserable Gus
confessed the part which he had play
ID in the conspiracy, we got married.
COnfesSed-cOn5piracy sneerfngly /
exclaimed Blanchard; where are your
1roofs?'
'Here!' replied Harold, pointing to
lIC nuO uCAO oA
il
Until what?'
'Until the father Of my dear wife has
)erused them line by line, and the
Of Singlebridge have made
ny innocence rs public as year since
hey proclaimed my guilt
"rhen may CO." said Blanchard, after
'ause; and taking for granted the consent of
lis temporary custodians, he stepped toward
he door, which was under the janitorship OF
dr. Beauchamp. That gentleman gracefully
waved him back.
"You may go on one condition, sir-par-
lon me-and 1t is this: That you leave for
jamaica by u certain steamer which leaves
his port Tomorrow. have tonight bespoken
vour berth. Pardon me-if you decline, take
he consequences, one Of which will be the
emporary occupation by yourself of neat
nd commodious apartment within the pro
incts of EasthamplOn jail"
'''Open the door" Not another word did
e utter, but taking his hat and looking