The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-09-07
copyright. 1897. by the Author.l
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and kissed her.
"When l doubt you, child, will tel
you so openly. l am with you and 70
you against the world ="
She answered his caress impulsively
and threw her arms round him and
kissing him passionately, exclaimed
"Ah, Jaffray, l think sometimes
should be a happier woman if | did not
love you as do. y
Happier if you did not love me?" he
questioned and smiled. THAT is puz.
zle can't read. Would you rather that
did not love you, them"
"Ah, no, mol / would rather you
killed me by the cruelest of deaths
And she chung to him.
Then you are a problem l can I
solve" he answered, laughing, "but a
problem that is very dear to me, solved
or unsolved. "
While they were thus lovemaking the
first Of the dinner gongs sounded, and
they had 10 hasten away to dress.
Then at dinner an incident happened
which disturbed Lola profoundly and
marked the beginning of the end.
They had only three guests-Mrs. De
Witt, Beryl LEICESTER and Pierre Tur-
rian-and at dinner Lola saw that the
Frenchman was taking a good deal of
wine. The conversation turned on what
each Of those present had been doing
during the past few weeks, and present
ly Lola saw him set down his glass with
an expression which she knew well
BODIED mischief TO some one and look
IN her direction furtively out of the cor
ner of his eyes. Then he broke into the
conversation in a tone which drew the
attention of all TO him:
my faith, but | have had an ex
perience, or rather have heard of one.
which is, if you like, uncommonr'
About fiddle strings:" asked Mrs.
De Witt mischievously.
"No, madame; about human lives
and about something which | am sure
you could not mprehend-woman's
faithlessness. A"
Il have beard Of it, said the little
woman innocently, but if il is any
thing too dreadful don spoil it by tell
ing US too hurTiedly-keep it for by and
by, III the drawing room"
"Out with it, man." exclaimed the
baronet.
1t Is the story Of friend of mine"
said the Frenchman, pausing a moment
to emphasize his next remark. do you
know the DEVILS rock in the Swiss
mountains: Do you, Lady Walcote?" he
asked when the others said nothing.
Something in the tone made Beryl
LEICESTER look up, and she saw that Sir
Jaifray's wife was on the defensive.
The DEVILS rock, the DEVILS rock"
replied Lola, repeating the words as if
for the name TO strike some
chord Of recollection and speaking very
Il seem to have heard of il,
and yet-you know how ones memory
Will play tricks-I really can't say
And she smiled very sweetly.
1T Is well named at any rate, " said
ID. Turrian. Imagine a semicircular
background Of rough, steep crags, with
here and there thick, dark frs and pines
On them, and in the middle a sharp pin. |
nacle rock standing sheer and grim and |
solitary, joined to the background by
narrow path, each side Of which is a
preclplce stretching down hundreds of
feet TO the bottom of the gorge. That is
the DEVILS rock, and the precipice |
might be called in truth the mouth of
hell. "
But what has the devil to do with |
woman's faithlessness!" asked Mrs. De |
Witt, with smile.
More than usual" returned the
trenchman, laughing dryly. "There
was murder done on that very spot
murder, so far as intent was concerned. |
and my friend was the victim. | went |
10 the place last month with him. +"
I'm getting a bit mixed, professor,
said the barOnet
My friend was married TO a woman
who seems to have got the idea of free.
ing herself from him. She took him 10 |
that place one day, told him she had |
ceased TO love him and that she meant
TO leave him. "
What very conventional creatureri
exclaimed Mrs. De Witt. "She was. Of
course, woman of the middle classes. "
Scarcely conventional, madame"
said NJ. Turriar "She goaded him with |
some hot, bittes words-that was CON
of ,ourse-and when he
caught bold Of her to take her awav |
from the place she struck him in the
race with the parasol she was carrying.
and ne stumbled back and fell over"
-, oh, that's not murder Much more
IKE suicide" said Mrs. De Witt. IF
ne knew what sort of woman she was.
be might have known what to expect il
ne tried force on such spot"
wait" resumed the Frenchman.
In falling he caught hold of point of
The rock with one hand and would have
saved himself, but she, seeing what had
happened, stamped ON his fingers with
VI her strength, bruising and crushing