The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-04-09
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 ''.'.....s.'.'''.s'ssssssse the neighhors, handed Triplet piece of paper on which was written in pen- cil, Mabel vane." Iris from a lady waits below said the girl.
 Peg went to the window and saw Mabel Vane getting out of a carriage attended by James Burdoclk. What does she come here for?" asked Peggy sternly. T do not know" cried Trip. let, beside himself and fearing a row between the two women. Of course, Mabel was dove-but then doves can reclx al times With a scared express scn he went to meet Mabel, whose step was now heard on the stairs-James waited with the carriage. When Triplet returned to the room assisting Mabel he saw that Peg had placed hersciR in her former position behind the can- vas with her face in the aperture. Tho man was almost beside himself.
 Yes, Mabel had arisen from her sick bed, and, unknown to any one except the faithful James, had come to ths home of Triplet. She told him that she came there to seek his help, that in
 
 confidence This was only partly true mostly she had come to find out more about Peg Warrington and her husbands connection with that actress In fact. Mabel moaned so over the love of her husband. lost to her forever, told, in her simple way, how happy they had been together and declared that she would not. could not believe the things that Sir Charles Pomander had told her concerning Peggy that she almost forgot to ask the question she had come to ask "oh. there is her face painted on that canvas!" cried she, observing it. Goodness speaks from every feature, she must be. she is, pure and good That she Is beau- tiful she cannot help, and her beauty and her goodness have won my hus- band from his poor little country wife. Oh, my fate. my fate3'
 And so she went on in an artless way. touching because of it's sincerity, until suddenly she gave a scream and started back She had seen tear roll down the face of the picture. Peg could command her features, but not her feelings. So Peg came to the frightened woman and consoled her. .You have not lost your husbands heart" she said; 'it only van- dered for a brief time it could never have been mine, know now, though that was what I prayed and hoped for And must tell you the truth. I am not good like you-I, alas, have had past which you do not dream of. But your presence makes me good. I will prove to you, at once, that you still hold your husbands heart"
 "Ohr' cried Mabel, you are good, you must be so; you are my sister" Feg Heaven for that word" said she gravely.
 In glancing from the window Peg had seen Sir Charles Pomander lurking about. watching the house-he had followed Mabel there, his spies having informed him of her movements. Peg made Mabel go into an inner room and lie down to compose herself. She took the piece of paper on which Mrs vane had written her name when she sent 1t up to Triplet and added to the name "alone and un- protected" Then she bade Triplet hnrry to Bloomsbury Square and tell Vane that his wife was at his fTriplets) house-fo say nothing more. When Triplet had gone she opened the window and threw the piece of paper into the street. The watch ful Sir Charles picked it up and in jiffy his step was heard upon the sars. Peg stood waiting for him, wrapped in the large cloak and her face concealed by the great hood which Mabel had worn when she came in. Sir Charles entered and at once began to make desperate love. Peg, initiating to nicety Mabers man. ner and voice and keeping her face con. cealed, alternately put him of and lured him on. Would vane never come! At last she heard him coming. He burst into the room and saw Sir Charles at the feet of-as he supposed-his wife, "Villian~ he cried and drew his sword.
 Sir Charles began to jeer at him and, more and more infuriated. Vane de nounced the baronet as base rascal. declaring that he, vane, had always loved his wife-his fancy for Peg was only a passing fancy, now gone forever. Draw and defend yourself, villain, for l will have your n1e! BIT Cfdfics uioW and the two swords clashed. Just then Peg threw off her cloak and hood and with a silvery laugh called them two fools. The points of their swords drop ped; both gazed at her in astonishment. With bitter, dagger tongue she drove away Sir Charles and then took Vane into the next room, where he found his weeping wife, who had heard all and who had been moved to tears of joy by her husbands avowal of love. The re- united couple went back to Shropshire. where they lived happily ever after and the heart of Vane wandered no moro.
 Peg Wofington soon retired from the stage and spent her last years in works of charity and the practice of all the virtues. Always sad, yet always cheer full were her last days; her history has been written by many able pens. Sir Charles went his way-nobody cares what became of him.
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