The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-09-02

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about two years ago.
But he was not TO be caught on DIS
guard twice.
"Well, if so | am more than for
tunate. 1t is great news, grand news.
If can start my mission with the wife
of nobleman at the head OF 1t in Eng
land, my cause is already more than
! half won.
"Her husband is great lover OF
music" said Beryl, and she saw that
some change in the tone of her voice
made him flash one of those keen
chances of his right into her eyes She
parted it by assuming look OF Ian
guor. "Have you anything more to
ask?'' And she rose
Her visitor rose at the same time.
II thank you very much for the
courtesy and kindness with which you
have received me and for the time you
have given me-" And he bowed with the
exaggerated politeness which had irri-
tated Beryl
MontIeux. l think you said?" she
asked as he reached the door and his
nanu was Oh inc Hauule'
He turned quickly at the question,
which he seemed in some way to resent.
"Montreux is my birthplace, Miss
LEICESTER. / am Pierre Turrian of
Montreux, the violin player. That is all
of my connection with Montreux. My
teaching has been elsewhere.
'Oh, thought you meant you had
had Lady Walcote as pupil there,
she replied, as though the point were
unimportant.
''Oh, no, no, not at all; not therel 1t
was in Paris, Queen Paris, that l had
the pleasure. Oh, no, no! That would
be ridiculous. Paris is where I have
made my fame, such fame as l possess,
not Montreux. That is not of the world
at all. "
He laughed as he said this with the
air of one who would laugh out of ex-
istence the cobwebs Of an absurdity,
and the echo of his laugh had not died
away when the door closed behind him.
Beryl went to another room, the win
dow Of which commanded view of the
drive, and, herself unseen, watched him
as he walked away slowly like one in
thought. Once or twice he turned
stealthily and slyly to look back at the
house, and the girl imagined that even
when he was long way from the house
she could see on his face the sharp, for
bidding, evil, menacing look which had
more than once distorted his handsome,
cruel features.
Long after he had disappeared amid
the small clump of fir trees which
fringed both sides of the drive close to
the turn of the lodge gates Beryl re-
manned leaning against the window
frame looking out, full of the forebod-
ing which the mans visit had reused.
Then, being a practical girl of meth
cd, she went to her room aud wrote out
every word that she could remember of
the interview and added her comments
and the impressions which had been
caused, and she locked the whole away
in her most secret and secure hiding
place.
The points which stood out most
clearly in her mind were that the for
eigner, Pierre Turrian, had some very
strong motive for finding Lola that the
tale he told about his musical mission
was from start to finish falsehood;
that the fact of the marriage of Lola to
Sir Jaffray had moved him beyond all
power of self control; that in some way
Montreux was mixed up in the matter,
and that he had been anxious to learn
whether Lola had ever mentioned the
name Of Turrian to her.
For some days the matter lay like a
cloud upon her, and while she was OH
her visit to her friends she could not
dispel II. One incident of that visit
served indeed to keep the subject upper
most in her thoughts.
Among the guests was a Frenchman |
who was noted amateur violinist, and |
Beryl, finding him one evening next to !
her at dinner, asked him whether he
knew the name of Turrian as violin |
player.
'Turrian, Turrian?" he repeated.
Where is be known?'
II believe in Paris" answered Beryl. |
MA fol, there is no such player in
Paris, wac the decided reply. II may
say l know every player of any conse-
luence in the whole of Paris, but there
Is none of that name, am sure.'
do you know Montreux?" she asked.
"You mean the little Swiss place.
have been there twice, think, in my
'ambles. Do you know it-a curious,
lull, pretty place-the sort of little
town you can look over from north to
south and west to east in an hour or
TWO and carry away as memory photo.
sraph?"
You never heard the name Turrian
there as that of violin player2' ask
I'd Beryl.
I'm Montreux?" And the Frenchman
laughed. mot at all. Poor little Mon
treux has never distinguished itself yet
IN producing anything so important as
musician. Wait, wait. What am I
'aying?" And he laughed heartily. IT
have forgotten the mad able. You know
Montreuxi No? Then You will not
know of the good Able d'Eventin?"
mo, have never heard of him."
MAY l tell you? The good priest
had been no one knows what before he
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