San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1897-10-03

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seemed to seize and paralyze her heart
at the mans words and manner.
CHAPTER XIV.
''IF SIR JAFFRAY WERE TO DIE SUD
DENLY"
For more than a minute Lola was
unable to frame q word in reply to
what Pierre Turrian had said. The al
most brutal frankness with which he
had delivered the thrust had over
whelmed her, and the host Of nervous
fears which had plagued her during
the time of his presence in the house
now required with cruel and distressing
force.
Il was Pierre Turrian who broke the
silence with jeer.
"You seem a good deal upset by a
simple thing which you ought certain.
ly to have expected. Where are your
wits? You couldn't think this kind of
thing was to go ON forever?'
This speech started the hope that the
man was really deceiving her and play
ing for his own purposes.
"What do you mean by the secret be-
ing known? What secret?" she asked.
you're not going to bark back to the
rubbishy nonsense that we played at
when we met here first. ! hope" And
he laughed sneeringly. 81 don't care
what you do, though. You can start
any FOOLS tale you like, for that matter,
but what I mean is this-that there is
now third person who knows that you
and were married in the Church Of
St Sulpice at Montreux, and that per
son means to tell everybody else"
"Who is it?" There was no hope in
the tone in which the question was
asked.
"Some one who doesn't bear you
much love-Beryl Leycester-and very
unpleasant antagonist she is. I can as
sure you.
"How do you know that she knows2"
"For the best of all possible reasons.
She told me so. She put into my hands
copy of the register from st. Sulpice
and asked me what ii meant I"
"And what did you sayF" came the
question, eagerly interposed.
"What should / say? That il was a
lie, and that she was the victim Of an
extraordinary delusion, but she very
soon showed me that / was the liar,
and when found that she did know
gave the business up and told my YER
sion."
Its you who let out the truth with
your tale of the DEVILS rockr' cried
Lola vehemently.
"Nonsensel She had the facts, and it
was only a matter Of when she should
speak She spoke to me yesterday, and !
told her my version Of the matter. My
faith, but painted myself as black as
a raven and you as white as doyeP
He laughed heartily as he said this
Imagine you white as q dove, the in
nocent and all unsuspecting Marguerite
prosecuted by an atrocious villain OF
Mephistopheles, myself I compelled
you to marry me. I made your life
hell. / drove you TO rebel. i'll treated
You and fell over that rock, with never
a stamp of the foot to help me. hid
myself, waiting for vengeance l
tracked You down when you had mar
ried. I drove you to this life OF lies
All 1, I, for the villainy, and you for
the sweet, pure victim. On my soul,
when think Of it laugh down to my
bootsp
He lighted cigarette and pulled at
it in silence for a minute. and when he
spoke again there was sharp change
in his tone and manner which made
Lola look up.
"But had purpose, mark you, and
il the devil hadn't failed me for once
would have carried it out and have 81
fenced that sly she cat once for all. l
sought to get delay by making you out
as the victim, and meant to stop that
FOOLS chatter for good and all. F"
"What do you meang'
"That that cold faced cat vas within