Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1892-06-17
ADOUBLE TREACHERY
ADAPTED BY q. F.


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She stopped, astonished at the effect of
her words; for tears, real tears. rose to
her fathers eyes. He understood her
now OF the only two admirers left him
by a cruel fate. one had now deserted
him. His child believed in him no longer!
1t was not possible! Dora's courage fed
before the mute entreaty Of his gaze; be-
s.aea, her strength was exhausted
She murmured. .'Give up-give up"
Her head fell back upon her pillows, and
she died without having dared to say
what she wished him to relinquish.
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Tie "aforcsaid De Lacy" is dead, my
worthy magistrate! She told you that
she would never again make an attempt at
suicide, and size did not break her word.
This time DEATH came to heIsand took her
away. And no..-. incredulous representa-
tive OF the law, You may accept the evil
dence Of four stout oak planks instead Of
her protestations. -------~--
D0ra'e death made sensation in the
neigborhood. Not that sh' was so great a
favorite, for she went out rarely, and was
comparatively little known. But, of
course, at her burial, there would be a
number Of actors, and London is inquisi-
tive about that class. 1t likes to see them
in the street, Of the stage; it likes to see
what is real and what is artificial about
them; so the funeral would be a great OPP
poltunity for the curious.
TO 90 them Justice, If not always har-
monious, actors have certain esprit de
eoqps towards each other in affection
Although De Lacy's name had entirely
disappeared from the playbills, and was
completely unknown to the rising genera
ton of theatre goers, it only needed q
couple Of lines in the Era-"Mr De Lacy,
formerly attached to the principal thea
tesr Of Yarmouth and Ipswich, informs
his friends" &c.-to bring out large force
Of London actors.
Famous or unknoUn-those who had
played with De Lacy in the provinces
those who had met him at the Strand and
Covent Garden ..houses Of CALL" where he
was always to be seen-they constituted
a goodly number
All these people expected to see their
names in the list Of those present at the
funeral They live in such constant fear
Of being forgotten b. a tickle public, that
they grasp every opportunity of thrust
ing thcnsclYs into notice.
The day arrived. All the windows in
til" ncighbornool were filed with faces
4 crowd vas gathered in the street, wait
ag for the coming of the funeral guests.
Some on foot, others in carriages, easily
recognized by their closely shavcn faces,
and exaggerated gestures. The different
manner III which these good people mani
tested their sympathetic emotion on this
painful occasion was very remarkable
Each entered the hall as if going on the
stage; one dashed a tear from the corner
Of his eye with his gloved finger; another
stood still for a moment, the left foot
thrown slightly forward, and his hand up
on his breast, as if saying: abe quiet,
heart" This was acting, and yet sincere.
AS soon as they were in the room, the
actors separated into two distinct classes
those who were of certain celebrity
gathered together, and looked with con-
tempt upon the unknown comedians, who,
in their turn, whispered audibly; "Do you
see how SO and SO has changedl How
old he has grown
De Lacy vibrated between these two
groups The poor fellow was half broken
hearted, Int his grief did not prevent him
from carefully curling his hair and being
anxious as to the fit of his black gloves.
Had any one been able to look into his
very soul, it would have been impossible
to say where his pretence began, so close
~ were they Interviewer.
Old Chip i:trted about, more important
than ever while his wife remained above
with the poor mother.
Sylvia did not appear. but her husband
was there. the good friend who had de-
.rayed all the expenses of this last cere-
m,"eV. and who seemed as overwhelmed
| u grief as the father himself The car
llagc@ were numerous, and the hcafSt:
most imposing, with its nodding plumcS
and Wilt" towers The funeral process
sion .ta,tei: Dp i.acs in the first caili:: 90.
shalrn - -"i,s thinking more OF his olyu
sotroW@. 81 the father burying his only
clrild than of the child herself Far be
low bis sincere grief lay his !ntoi, rat1l"
personal vanity. like a huge rock hes ut
tie bottom Of river. mott Dnlcss, III spite
of storms or waves. The pomp Of the cc'-
emnny. the long procession. the mourning
coaches and Sylvia's brougham, all fiat
tered and excited him, in spite Of the
gnawn@ pain at his heart. Dear little
Dora. % good and simple! All this Was
- hrr.
Bot. above. mt the window of the old
work room. stood Mrs De Lacy. WHO could
rot be prevented from Watching he pro
cession depart Behind the closed blinds
she waved her thin hand. .E&rewcll,'
mulmurcd the mother almost to herself
"fa"rwell, my darliugw and, softly us the
wolis were spoken, Dora heard teen.
CHAPTER NVIII.
On" night. towards the end of the fol-
loving january job Dennlan sat III his lit
tie home at lIammcIsm.tA.
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