Her Faithful Knight — page 307: what you’re looking at

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The Uses of Advertisement. 303 ‘and would no more have committed a murder than I would. She adored her sister and constantly spoke of her. She and I were together in a theatrical company about a year ago. Phyllis was a fairly good actress, but had only a small part. Among the male members of the company was a fellow with dyed black hair and mustaches, who called himself Sergius Trevelyan. He went in for being a “masher,” used to boast about his family in a mysterious sort of way; but he was a rank bad actor, and — too fond of spirits. He tried to make-up to me, but I would have nothing to say to him. He was living with Phyllis Knight as his wife, having married her while the company was playing a fortnight at Sheffield; but all the company knew it was illegal, and that his wife was Miss Millie Clements, a well-known American opera singer. All—that is, all but poor Phyllis, and when at last we broke the truth to her, she went right off her head. Of course we were all sorry for her, but what could we do? She had fallen ill and had to be left be- hind. None of us knew her sister’s address and Sergius wouldn’t give it. Phyllis had a touch of brain fever, and nothing was to be learned from her, so business being business, we had to continue the tour with some one else playing her part. “*Very soon afterward my fine gentleman Sergius Trevelyan left the company. We all thought, of course, he had gone back to poor Phyllis to see her through her trouble. But not he! Several weeks later Phyllis came after the company to find him, and I myself met her on the towing path at Richmond, so changed I hardly ite her, and almost in rags. “ “The brute had deserted her, and left her to starve, and we couldn’t even give his address. “ “And when and where do you think I next set eyes on my handsome young gentleman? Why, at Plymouth sta- COMmMicoooks (E(@)