The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1897-09-20
CHAPTER XVI.

Sir Jaffray's first thought was nat
urally for Lola.
Are you hurt, my darling2' he
asked, crossing to her and bending low
ingly over her.
"No, it is nothing. Oh, am SO glad
you have come!' And now that danger
for herself and the excitement were
over che was far more unsteady an3Nn-
nerved than she had been before.
She began now to fear the effect Of
an encounter between the two men and
felt that in moment all that she had
striven to gain might be lost. She chung
to Sir Jaffray's arm and would not re-
lease him.
"Let me go, dear one. And you-go
to your room. Leave me to deal with
this-gentleman."
But she would not and chung to him
still.
"Come, Lola" in a voice that she
knew must be obeyed.
II will stay" she said and then
loosed his arm.
II do not wish it," said the baronet
firmly.
But Lola would not yield.
~ would rather" she answered.
Gas you will, then," said Sir Jaffray
shortly.
Then he turned to Pierre Turrian,
who had been watching the pair closely
and thinking rapidly what to do.
D., ,snt,
Sir Jatfray's hurried questioning Of
Lola had afforded had given time for
reconsideration and had changed the
current of the Frenchman's thoughts
and the whole development Of after
events.
At the moment of Sir Jatfray's entry
Pierre Turrian's first instinct had been
to save himself from an exceedingly
awkward complication by throwing the
baronet's anger Oh to Lola and exposing
the true character Of the relations be-
tween her and himself.
But the minutes consideration caused
him to change his intention completely.
If he were to do any thing Of the kind,
all chance Of benefiting by Lola's con-
nection with the baronet would be gone.
He would have lost his hold over her
entirely, and the whole object which
he had so long and SO closely cherished
would be sacrificed.
On the other hand, all that there was
to fear was an unpleasant experience
with Sir Jaffray's riding crop, a fight
in which he might or might not get the
worst, followed, Of course, by expulsion
from the house, but he would still have
Lola in his power and still be able to
reap the reward he was striving for.
He measured up Sir Jaffray's strong,
we'll knit frame and recognized the GER
tainty that he could not hope to escape
without some hard blows, but the stake
was worth winning.
He had his tale ready, therefore. as
soon as Sir Jaffray came toward him.
How dare you lay your hands on my
wife?''
81 answer no man who speaks to ME
In that tone and backs his words with
weapon while am defenseless," he re-
plleu, VAIN u boou aesuAipeioh VI bpiu-
ness.
"This is 10 weapon" said the baron
ct angrily, sin any such sense as that.
It is merely horsewhip for the back of
O dastardly coward who dares to strike
q woman!"
Pierre Turrian made no reply, but he
folded his arms across his chest and
stood staring Iesolutely at his opponent,
the mark of Lola's whip flaming like
brand OF red shame Oh his face.
Look out!" were Sir Jaffray's only
words, and the next moment the long,
strong lash Of the hunting whip curled
round the Frenchman's shoulders. 1t
was like the first taste OF blood to II
wild animal mad with peut rage, and
Sir Jaffray seized him by the collar Ct
the coat and put his whole heart and
strength into the swinging cuts which
he rained Oh the Frenchman's Shout
ders and back.
Then at the close he went to the door
and threw it open.
"Now, 60 he said hurriedly, "and
let this be lesson to you never to raise
your hand against a woman again. Go,
or by heaven I shan't be able to keep
my hands from thrashing you again -
10 do the man justice, he hadapasSeG
through the ordeal with US much com