The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-09-07


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believe that some women might be
goaded TO act in such a way to men by
whom they had been i'll treated. "
AS there was no one about to see
her, | can quite believe she did it, and
I've no doubt the man deserved it, -
said Mrs. De Witt viciously.
land you, Miss Leycester?''
81 am not skilled in the casuistry of
murder defenses, - replied Beryl coldly.
But if this was such CHASTITY place
how did the man escape?" asked the
baronet
''His clothes were caught on tree in
some miraculous way, and after time
of suspense, in which his wits nearly
left him, he was rescued"
Lola had schooled herself to reveal
no sign Of the painful and absorbing
interest with which she listened to the
story, but at this she could not avoid q
quick, sudden exclamation:
"Ah"
This part of the story interests you,
Lady Walcote?" said the Frenchman,
turning and looking fixedly at her.
No more than the rest" she replied.
keeping her voice under control with an
effort the strain of which was begin.
ming TO tell upon her, and she gripped
her hands tightly together on her lap as
she saw the calm, clear, gray eyes of
Beryl LEICESTER scrutinizing first her.
self and then the Frenchman, as if she
understood that duel was going on be-
tween them.
The scene was photographing itself
on Lola's memory. The soft yellow of
the lamplight, the lovely flowers on the
table, those at the table turning to lis
ten 70 the Frenchman's words, his atti-
tude as he bent forward and leered, half
threateningly, half jeeringly and all
audaciously, at her, and through the
flowers and ferns Sir Jaffray, upright
and handsome, listening with the rest.
as unconcernedly as if it were a tale
which IN nowise touched the fringe of
his life
How would he look if he knew who
the murderess was?
The thought flashed across Lola's
brain just as she forced herself to speak
IN tone of polite but casual interest.
Her own voice sounded to her like that
of another.
And what did he do next?"
All, that was not conventional. " re-
pied NJ. Turrian, turning to smile on
Mrs. De Witt, but looking back almost
directly TO Lola, with the expression
which to Beryl had seemed like chal-
lenge and a defiance. "He went his
way. He said to himself, This is no
common act, and the vengeance shall
be like it.
Quite theatrical" murmured Mrs.
De Witt. But what was the end.
please?"
lie let her remain, madame, under
the impression that she had killed him.
de hid himself, and to this hour he has
never revealed the truth. He is waiting
until she has taken some step which
will make his temperance her ruin.
ana then be will strike, choosing his
own time"
What a pity he didn't dier' ex-
claimed Mrs. De Witt.
He's rather a cold blooded brute,
professor. Shouldn't care for many such
friends, said the baronet
Does he come from Montreux?"
asked Beryl, and the Frenchman, turn
ing hastily round, met the calm, search
ing gaze of the girl fixed keenly on him,
and in an instant recognized what a
clumsy blunder he had made, and while
he was muttering in some confusion a
vigorous denial Lola, who had turned
pale despite her fight for self control,
rose from the table, and at the signal
the ladies left the room.