Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1891-08-20
Beauehanpe' S Double
THE PRIMH DONNA
A Story of Mystery. Love and
Devotion.
DAVID LOWRY.
CHAPTER VII-CContInued-D
DO you know who 1 am2@

do you know who I amp"
He bowed.
~Then 1 will be brief. am the
woman in the case"
She spoke seOrnfully, bitterly. @They
dare not come out Openly-they would,
II they could, stab another reputation
insidiOusly. II is not that that brings
me here There is u sister, learn, who
is almost insane with fear. l have
called upon her i have Just left her.
She does not know me. I instituted in
quiries before l called, and have made
all necessary arrangements for her COM
fort since / left her
The Almighty will reward you for
that, said Livingston suddenly.
when L cease to think so, 1 hope
will die" she answered. Il learned
from her that you were there. l want
you to find some lady friend-have you
lady friend who has buried those she
loved best-whO has realized that all is
vanity?1
Her voice trembled now-she turned
her head aside.
q have a relative who has proved to
me there are saints on earth
~Send her, then, to Miss Beauchampe.
Pray give her this" (she handed him an
envelope), @and say TO her II she can
champe to think she is simply another
friend-one OF many who sympathizes
with her in her misfortune.
Il will do as You wish" Livingston
said, wondering why this woman exhib-
tied such an interest in Miss Beau
ehampe.
She was reading his face like an open
book it was not difficult to read his face
at any time.
II shall not make any unnecessary
mystery, Mr.. Livingston. hate mys-
terieS in real life. They are very well
on the stage. This is all simple, when
you know the truth. A likeness of mine
painted by a clever artist abroad-cleVer
in some things. ut in others-did not
please me- 1t pleased my friends less.
We Americans are Outspoken. You are
surprised-you thought 1 was French, or
italian? My grandfather was born in
this country. l am intensely American.
The picture had something that do not
think belongs to me. l compromised
with the artist purchased one of his
landscapes, giving round sum for it.
But forgot to carry off my portrait
ana the artist was mean enough TO put
it on exhibition 1t was sold and passed
into Major Dabney's hands. have never
met Major Dabney save in the presence
of my manager. YeS-Once In the par
lOr of the hotel But he told his friends
how much he paid for the picture. And
had friends who laughed at it so heart =
AAg LudI the MAJOR was compelled TO
have it retouched. Naturally he select
ed an artist capable of doing the work;
but he preferred one comparatively IN
known. The chances that the truth
would be known were lessened- The
Major at least understood human nature.
Livingston comprehended the situa-
tiOn now thoroughly, he thought
He nodded as she proceeded, as though
he were keeping even pace with her.
He asked himself whether she knew the
truth. 1t was impossible for her to
know, or even suspect what not an
other soul in the world knew-what he
learned from Beauchampe by the merest
accident in the theater. If this woman
knew that Beauchampe had secretly
copied her portrait, perhaps she might
manifest an interest in his affairs-the
result of love.
~And since you are Mr.. Beauchampe's
friend, and in 4 position to correct a
apprehension that is doing him gross
injustice, 1 viii leave it all in your
hands, Mr.. Livingston. You know how
TO manage that 1t is a matter that
gives me little or no concern. Thanks
to my friends, II It were even necess ary
TO notice the groundless rumOrs, that
you may be sure will be done in a way
that VIII be effectual. My concern is
for Miss Beauchampe and her brother.
(Why did NittOria put Miss Beauchampe
before her brother?)
She was was moving to the door.
which Livingston hastily opened for her,
saying: "All you have requested and
much more will be done
Thanks" She flashed a look on him
that remained fresh in his memory for
weeks, carefully replaced her veil, and
departed. Not till he heard the sound
OF wheels rolling away from the door did
Livingston recover from the surprise
this visit created Then he returned
slowly to HIS room, saying to himself:
MATTERS are rapidly coming to a
fOcus