Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1878-06-26

xtu3pcU U0k 04QU warmly Cy way VI CuA'
phaazing his chivalric intentions in heI
cause.
Since the day, more than twelve
months previously, that Mis West.
brook had mergedhe identity in that Of
{ the now talented sctFcss, Mis- Harebell,
: Fanny had played many parts both on
. and or the stage. On this particular
night she cxceIled herself. The mp.
plause OF the crowds Of admirers VA
q what would have been termed in stage
+ parlance "terrifc." Such was the
electric force Of her acting, it carried all
before it. Wa she playing up defantly
TO Blanchard Perhaps.
On the conclusion of the play, she,
: laden with bouguts, retired to her dress
, ing-room. and in q few minutes had re-
sumed. 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 a group of her youthful
idolaters who surrounded the pit-door,
under the convoy of Mr.. Beauchamp, to
her apertments q the George.
Before ascending the staircase which
led to her roonns she informed the maid
servant that probably a gentleman would
call upon her, IL he did, she was to show
him m after having privately informed
Mr.. BeaucAa1Dp, who would wait for the
news in tie barsParlor, of her visitors
Mr.. Beauchanp, whose face beamed
with c0mplAcent delight, nodded his ap-
prevail Of this arrangement. Observed
Fanny to him:
"Now, MI. Beauchamp, / shall leave
you to your own devices"-here she in
dulged IN the tiniest ripple of laughter
4" your devices, mind"
every well, my dear, they shall be
ready IL wanted"
"And he-n
Everything is ready, Miss Harebell,
aud everybody. Let that suffice ye."
Seated in her snug little room, Fanny
dreamily awaited the coming of her a n
cient prosecutor. She had not long to
wait.
"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 fun of scornful eloquence. She
then resumed her seat.
Miss Westbfook, can youdivine why
/ am her?
"YeM.D
40, yoa can't You are frank. After
all, why .sheuh you not be? We can
spare each 0shef the recital of a long
preface of dull retrospection. After q
long and painful search I have found
you-no matter how"
81 know how she calmly i~nterposed.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, "perhaps you
would not mind enlightening me- His
tones were sneering. Her perfect equa-
nimity put him about.
"Not at all. You got the infOrma-
ton from brother"
even so. And-your brother? Has
he informed you also that he is just as
completely in my power as was another
!, person OF our acquaintance more than q
year since? Did he tell you hat there
is that in this bundle of papers which
would give him penal servitude if I
chose to put the law in operation. 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 confronted the West Indian her
eyes blazed defiance upon him. "He
did not. Remove your mask. / can
read the rascal underneath it. SO, then,
my hand bestowed on you is to be the
price of your silence concerning my
brothers crime, If crime it be. But you
have shown your claws too soon, sir; see
that they are not clipped"
"And who is to clip themw
"Ip"' exclaimed . voice that came
from behind a chair which Blanchard
stood, while at the same time his arms
were seized in a gripof iron and wrench
ed violently back, II, Harold White!
Fan, take possession of these papers,"
y you think to trap me, do your
gTowled blanchard, foaming with rage;
!" but You are mistaken
"Not a bit of it," observed obliging
MI. B~eauchamp, at that moment enter.
ing by a door on the landing. Turning
. the key and placing it, in his pocket, the
manager Of the Easthampton theatre
continued: "Now look here, MI. Blanch.
ard, l have stage-managed too many lit
, tie things of this kind not to know what
is required to strengthen the situation
/ have two of my fellows handy on the
stairs. Ny property man il on the Other
|, side Of those folding doorA My friend
|, here and myself reckon for something, t.
say nothing of Mrs. Harold White
"Mrs. Harold White,' gasped Blanch
ard.
EYES Mr.. Blanchard" releasing hin
I and approaching her, my wife. Sh,
always believed in my innocence of til,
/ charge you helped to fasten on me, AMI
when poor, miserable Gus confessed tn.
got married"
Confessed, conspiracy sneeringly
exclaimed Blanchard; "where are YOU
: proofsr
} Herei" replied Harold, pointing t.
| tho papers; and here they remain un
} "Until the father of my poor wife haI
perused them line by line, and the mag
! ~istrates of S~inglebridge have made my
innocence As public - year since theJ
: proclaimed my guilt"
Then | may CO." said Blanchard
. after a pause; and taking for granted
! the consent of his temporary custodisns
he stepped toward the door, which va
under the ja~nitorshipof Mr.. B~eauchamp
/ That gentleman gracefully waved hin
back.
. "You may 60 on one condition, sir
. pardon me-and it is this. That 20,
leave for Jamaica by a certain steame
, which leaves this port tomorrow.
have tonight bcspoken your berth. Par
; don mc-if you decline, take the conse
OuoncAa one If which will he the tenn