Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1878-11-16

discipline by the bestOwal of
potent bribe, the call boy disal
n pears behind pile of scenery, an
] is presently heard in altercatio
3 with Miss Harebell's dresser
"What dOyOu want? Miss Hare
bell is not "a beginner She is nc
on until the second scene"
| 81 know that, Mrs. Cummins.
| want to speak to you. Open tn
door"
Blanchard heard no more.
whispered conversation between tn
leading lady's dresser and the call
boy was Immediately succeeded b,
the temperance of that precOcciOu
yonth, who said, "Miss Harebel
will meet you after the performance
at her hotel, the George. She has pri
vate apartments there. All yot
have TO do Is TO send In your name
And now, sir, do clear out of this
How you got in, l don't know. II
MIR. BOsham was to stag you.
wouldn't there be a shine neither 2
Meantime his note had produced
a startling effectupOn Miss Harebell.
1t ran thus:
"At last find you. In Miss
Harebell, | have recognized Fanny
Westbrook. AT the peril Of those
nearest and dearest to you, see me
tonight. am desperate"
Cummings" gasped she, clock
that door. You did it for the best
to get rid Of him. 1t is always con-
venient to decline receiving a visi-
tor at ones hotel; but | will see
him. Finish my hair and then
find Mr.. Beauchamp. / would
speak with him before / go on"
Blanchard had again curiouslv
undervalued the strength of his
lovely opponent.
She saw the manager, and eX-
changed with him few whispered
words. He grasped her hand
warmly by way of emphasizing his
chivalric intentions in her cause.
Since that day, more than twelve
months previously, that Miss West
brook had merged her identity in
that of the now talented actress,
Miss Harebell, Fanny had played
many parts both on and off the
stage. On this particular night she
eXcelled herself. The applause of
her crowd of admirers was what
would have been termed "terrific.n
Such was the electric force of her
acting that it carried all before it.
Was she playing up defantly to
Blanchard Perhaps.
On the conclusion of the plav she.
laden with boquets, retired to her
and in a few minutes
had resumed, with the aid of atten-
tive Mrs. Cummings, the attire of
ordinary life.
In the space of few minutes Miss |
g ''Harebell' was proceeding unno- /
ticed, save by group of her youth /
full idolaters who surrounded the |
pit-dOor, under the convoy of Mr.. |
Beauchamp, to her apartments at |
the George.
Before ascending to the staircase
which led to her rooms, she in |
formed the maid-servant that prob
ably gentleman would call upon /
her. If he did she was to show him /
up, after having privately informed |
Mr.. Beauchamp, who would wait I
for the news in the bar-parlor, of .
the visitors arrival.
Mr.. Beauchamp, whose face
Jeamed with delight, nodded his
approval of this arrangement. OBJ
served Fanny to him:
"Now, Mr.. Beauchamp, ! shall
cave you to your devices (here she
ndulged in the tiniest ripple of
aughter)-your devices, mind"
Very well, my dear, they shall
De ready, If wanted"
"And he"
Everything is ready, Miss Hare
Dell, and everybody. Let that suf-
ice you"
Seated in her snug little room,
Fanny dreamily awaited the COM
ng of her ancient prosecutor. She
lad not to wait long.
'Mr. Blanchard, nm announced
he maid-servant, and thereupon
that gentleman in.
Miss WestbroOk roseand acknowl-
dyed his elaborate bow with n
Hence that was full of scOrnful elo-
Iuence. She then resumed her
eat.
Miss Westbrook, can you divine
Why i am here ?"
eyes"
"Oh, you can? You are frank.
after all why should you not be ?
We can spare each other the recital
f long preface of dull retrospec-
ion. After a long and painful
earch ] have found you-no matter J
ow." !
81 know how" she calmly inter-
osed.
"Ahw he exclaimed, "perhaps {
on would not mind enlightening !
le." His tones were sneering. :
Ter perfect equanimity put him !
ut.
"Not at all. You got the infor-
nation from my brother"
"Even 50. And-yOur brother? :
las he informed you also that he is /,
lst as completely in my power as
'as another person of our acquain- = !
lnce more than a year since? Did
c tell yeu that there is in this bum
lie of papers that which would give
i'm penal servitude if | chose to g
ut the law in operation? Did a
e-v b
''No, Mr.. Blanchard, he did not" p
tear had stolen down her cheek .
/ the mention of HarOld's name; d
ut now that she confronted the b
Vest Indian, her eyes blazing def 81
ace upon him. "He did not. Re 81
love your mask. / can read the c,
lscal underneath it. So, then, my f
and bestowed on you is to the
rice of your silence concerning my
rother's crime, if crime it be. But
Ou have shown your claws too !,
ION, sir; see that they are not =
ipped. ," =
"And who is to clip them - -.
"Iw exclaimed a voice that came =
ON behind the chair near which y
stood, while at the same a
me his arms were seized in a grip
iron and wrenched violently back. p
Harold White! Fan, take pos
ssiOn of those papers," u
$50 you think to trap me, do =,
lu ~ grOwled Blanchard, actually y,
aiming with rage {; "but you are ., =,
y
"NOt bit of it," observed Mr.. a
at that moment enter -
q by the door on the landing. "
polly turning the key and placing
in his pocket, the manager of the
theater continued q
Now, look here, Mr.. Blanchard. u
have stage-managed too many V
tile things Of this thing not TO :,
now what's required to strengthen y
Ie situation. ! have two of my y
llows handy on the stairs. My p
.ODprtV man is on the other side of II
ose folding doors. My friend ll