San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-09-19


riage marked by more ceremony and
pomp and accompanied by such wide
spread merrymsking and lavishly gen.
erOus hospitality.
Both Lady Walcote and Beryl were
glad when it was all over, and the girl
was pleased to think that she could now
slip back into her quieter life, with the
knowledge that she had played her part
properly and made quite plain her atti-
tude toward the marriage.
She did not contemplate that there
could be any real intimacy between her
and Lola, but she felt that as they were
to live as near neighbofs all through
their lives there must always be some
degree of friendly relationship main
tanned.
1t was great relief to her, however,
that Sir Jaffray and Lola planned a
very long honeymoon. Lola would not
60 to the continent, but preferred Amer
lea and would not be satisfied until Sir
Jaffray had agreed to take her over the
ground of one of his rough hunting and
shooting expeditions. She was no oon-
ventional bride, she declared. and didn't
want a conventional honeymoon, and he
yielded to this, as to everything she
asked
They planned tour. then, which
would take some months, and it was re-
solved that they should be away during
the whole Of the winter and not return
until the new year was at least four on
five months old.
Beryl was heartily glad of the ar.
rangement 1t would spare her from
what was great secret pain-the con.
tinual presence Of Sir Jaffray-and she
reckoned that by the time of their re
turn she would have drilled herself 80
thoroughly in the altered state Of
things that the pain and smart Of the
wound would be past.
She set herself liberal round Of daily
work of varied kind and held to it
with the resolve that IL should provide
her sufficient occupation to keep her
aloof from much intercourse with Wal
cote manor.
But she laid her plans in necessary
lRuOfduCo vi COuEb0 VI 0NCht5 WhiCA
were destined to mix her up more close
ly than ever with Sir Jaffray and Lola.
In the early part of the New Year
Beryl was booked for visit to an old
friends house, and after busying her
self with some Of the preparations she
was walking one afternoon in the park
close by the drive and not far from the
house when she noticed a stranger go
ing toward the house Her father fire.
quently had people whom she did not
know to call upon him on various mat
ters of business, but strangers were still
rare enough to attract attention, and
this one was certainly out Of the COM
mon.
He was fair, handsome and foreign
looking, and the girl had time to notice
him closely, as they were both walking
toward the house, and he was some 20
or 80 yards ahead Of her
As she entered the house by side
door the servant met her and said that
there was visitor waiting to see her
in the library.
ITO see me. Challen?" she asked the
man.
Eyes. miss. He said il was TO see you
ON particular business-private bust
ness, miss.
Beryl smiled.
Are you sure there is no mistake?
What is his manner"
Turner. miss, pronounced foreign. !
couldn't quite catch it, and he didn't
give me a card. "
"well, don't understand it. but I'll
go and see him."
She went without waiting to take of
her hat, thinking there was some mis-
take or that the visitor was ON some
begging expedition.
"You wish to see me?" she asked
, when the man rose and bowed with the
air of a man Of the world at his ease.
miss Beryl LEICESTER have 1 the
pleasure Of seeingH"
Eyes, she answered rather stiffiy,
not liking her closer scrutiny Of him.
"Then I have come to beg the honor
Of few words ON matter which Is OF
great consequence to me- My name Is
dOh y AhOV
whether your fellow got it correctly"
"I do not know the name"
"That is true-I am afraid quite true.
Nevertheless you can render me great
service, and it may be that what have
to say will interest you greatly. It may
take some time to say all want to say.
however May II pray that you be seatedf
/ have leg that is bad servant since
met with an accident some two years
ago"
He placed chair for her with an air
of exaggerated politeness, and she sat
down, out Of consideration for him and
disliking him more and more every
minute.
CHAPTER VI.
PIERRE TURRIAN's STORY.