New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1910-08-07

tinued the princess. about meeting at a
villa when the actress was surprised by a
jealous rival"
And T. rejoined Adrienne, that the
great lady was obliged to leave the house
through the arrival of an obtrusive hus-
band"
But I've positive proof of my story. =
spoke the princess. This bouquet pre-
sented by the tragedienne to her warlike
adoreri"
MY proof" replied the actress. lis this
bracelet of diamonds the noble lady
dropped as she made her hasty escape
She showed the bracelet and it passed
from hand to hand, each guest admiring
its beauty. Prince de Bouillon entered the
room. He inquired what everybody was
looking at, and as soon as he saw it re-
marked: 1T is my wife's!' m
handsome. is it not?" Putting on the
lovely gaud, she continued: And now that
the Prince and Count de Sake are here at
last, perhaps Mile. LecOuVreur viii be good
enough to rec1te!
The actress was equal to the strange
occasion. She fronted her enemy and with
all the passion at her command spoke those
lines Of the guilty queen in 'Phedre," thus:
1 scorn to hide a mask. l know not how
TO feign,
For I am not as those who know TO hide
disgrace
Behind their husbands honored name with
brazen face:
Who think In all their hidden infamy 10
blame
Unblushing wantons who know not what
Is shame!
The princess's crimsoned face told that
the shot went home, but Adrienne was ex-
hausted and i'll and she begged leave to
retire. asking Maurice de Sake to accom-
pany her. Adrienne's rival peremptorily
bade the count remain. He obeyed her.
Lecouvreur departed, sick at heart believ-
ing that the princess had indeed conquered.
The actress, wretched as she was, con-
tinued her public appearances at the
!. SA trn ENrI,, rnfs nnI toh mn
apartment she was at home TO NOBODY
1t seemed the final insult when messen-
ger delivered to her a casket, supposedly
sent by the faithless SAKE. In 1t was the
bouquet she had carried on the fateful
night at the Villa Bateliere AS Adrienne
smelled the roses faintness came over
her, The room danced and reeled. Fright
In the very height of these terrors, her
soldier,lover rushed into the room and
fered himself. his name, his crown of
Courland, to the unhappy actress. You
shall be my. bride. my queen, AdrienneH'
Princess de Bouillon caused my imprison-
ment and your own dear self saved me.
I sent you that casket? ] sent you moth
been She, the princess. What strange
odor is this? Poison, Can il be? Help,
Ho. servants, lackeys-run TO the apothe-
cary! My Adrienne, my poor Adrienne. Is
,'Ah, the pain increases. Maurice" gasped
the poor wretch. You who love me so
much, help mel do not want to die! l
should have welcomed death an hour ago,
but now-oh. Heavenly powers let me live
some days some few days. near Maurice.
Life! Life! Life! No. it Is in vain: l
shall not live. Do not quit me, Maurice.
Hold my hand: you will not much longer
feel it's pressure. There, there. you will
not forget me. my hero? Ugh. this pain
Goodby!'
Thus died poor Lecouvreur In her lover s
arms The Church would not even give
her Christian burial, and as for the wicked
Princess de Bouillon, her Inonstrous crime
was by court influence hushed up.