The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-06-20

measured swords with their eyes-hoW
clear and searching hers were land
parted.
Next day Fanny Westbrook was miss
ing from Singlebridge.
For twelve months Silas WestbrooK
has been daughterless. Fanny was
sought for far and near, but without
avail. Augustus had, to quote the Idle
matte expression of that congenial COM
panion already referred to, "gone clear
to the bad Of all his former chums,
Blanchard was the sole possessor of a
knowledge OF the young scapegrace's
whereabouts. AS for the West Indian,
he seemed to have entirely relinquished
all intention OF returning to Jamaica.
However, we must for the present leave
Singlebridge, and make our way to the
Theater Royal, Easthampton. The
house is crowded by the admirers of the
leading lady, whose benefit night it is.
Old Fussyton, the stage doorkeeper.
is at this moment in state of mind bor-
dering on despair. He dare not for the
life OF him leave his post, and he has
just learned that stranger has sue
ceeded in reaching the stage under the
convoy of an audacious super. If that
should come to the knowledge of Mr..
Somerset Beauchamp, the manager, he
(Fussyton) will to certainty be dis
missed on the spot.
Take note to Miss Harebell, sir?
Gould not do it. It's against orders,
SIR"
The speaker is the call-boy. His
tempteri is Mr.. Blanchard.
every well, sir, I'll risk it. IF you
are an old friend, I suppose it will be
all right"
Induced to commit a breach of dis
cipline by the bestewal of rather potent
bride, the call-boy disappears behind
pile OF scenery, and is presently heard
in alteration with Miss Harebell's
dresser.
"What do you want? Miss Harebell
is not "a beginner She is not on until
the second scene"
ct know that. Mrs. Cummins. T
want to speak to you. Open the door. :"
Blanchard heard no more. A whis-
pered conversation between the leading
lady's dresser and the calI-boy was i'm
mediately succeeded by the reappear-
ance of that precocious youth, who said:
Miss Harebell will meet you after the
performance, at her hotel, the George.
She has apartments there. All you
have to do is to send in your name. And
now, sir, do clear out OF this. How you
got in, I don't know. IF Mr.. Bowshang
was to stag you, wouldn't there be a
shine neither p
Meantime his note had produced a
startling effect on Miss Harebell. It
ran thus:
''At last I find you. In Miss Hare
bell I have recognized Fanny West
brook. At the peril of those nearest
and dearest to you, see me tonight. I
am desperate.
"Cummins," gasped she, clock that
door. You did It for the best to get rid
OF him. 1t is always convenient to de-
cline receiving visitor at ones hotel;
but I will see him. Finish my hair and
then find Mr.. Beauchamp. would speak
with him before 60 on"
Blanchard had again curiously un-
dervalued the strength of his lovely op-
ponent.
She saw the manager and exchanged
with him a few whispered words. He
grasped her hand warmly by way of
emphasizing his chivalric intentions in
her cause.
Since the day, more than twelve
months previously, that Miss Westbrook
had merged her identity in that of the
now talented actress, Miss Harebell,
Fanny had played many parts both off
and on the stage. On this particular
night she excelled herself. The applause
OF her crowds OF admirers was what
would have been termed in stage par
lance "terri6c." Such was the electric
force of her acting it carried all before
it. Was she playing up defantly to
Blanchard? Perhaps.
On the conclusion of the play, she.
laden with bouquets, retired to her
dresslngroom, and in few minutes had
resumed, with the aid of attentive Mrs.
Cummins, the attire of ordinary life.
In the space of very few minutes
Miss Harebell' was proceeding unno-
tlced, save by group of her youthful
~S~N~eSoO@N
under the convoy of Mr.. Beauchamp, 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. IF he did, she was to
show him up, after having privately in
formed Mr.. Beauchamp, who would wait
for the news in the bar-parlor, of her
visitors arrival.
Mr.. Beauchamp, whose face beamed
with complacent delight. nodded his ap-
proval of this arrangement. Observed
Fanny to him:
"Now, Mr.. Beauchamp, shall leave
you to your own devices"-here she in
dulged in the tiniest ripple of laughter
'your devices, mind"
every 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. Fanny
dreamilv awaited the coming Of har an.