Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1898-02-05

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and sang.
apple" said Mrs De Witt, leaning
across to whisper to Beryl and ending
with raspy, jerky laugh of shallow
cynicism, which she much affected.
The words broke up reverie in
which Beryl was castle building.
''He sings magnifcently," she as
sented, with a slight frown at the inter
ruption.
"Who is he, my dear? Doyou know?"
asked Mrs. De Witt, who was very tired
of listening in silence even to the sing
ing and was, m borrower, very curious to
know more about the Frenchman.
"Sir Jaffray will probably be able to
tell you much more about him than l
can," replied Beryl, who did not want
to talk and certainly had no Intention
of speaking to Mrs. De Witt Oh the sub
ject.
Quite a conspiracy of silence, " Was
the sharply spoken reply, and moment
afterward she added: II only wanted to
know whether he'd do to have at ones
house in town. What do you think,
Beryl?"
"a voice like his would cover any
other faults for that sort of thing Let
Us listen to him, dear" And Mrs. De
Witt, Struggling her shoulders impa.
tiently at this fresh failure to find out
ANYTHING about the singer, sank back in
her chair and was not contented until
she caught Sir Jaffray's eye and beck
oned him to her sidc.
Meanwhile Belyl silt and listened
aud picked up again tie broken thread
of her thoughts, watching the two at
the piano and tuning Low and then to
glance at the harGsCrnc figure OF the
baronct, who sat listening TO the chat
ter of the lively little wcmau at his side,
but looking at his lovely wife with his
Eeart in his eyes.
1t was strange prsitiCu, and as
Beryl thought of it all it d&Z' ii and
confused her, and size wondered if what
she thought or rather what she believed
she kuew could possibly be true, and
as often as her eyes rested Oh Sir Jaf.
fray, knowing his honest, sterling honor
and mindful Of her CID unshHE.hle love
for him, she was filled with Il u.ep pity
for him on account of the blo,! which
might fall at any moment. gloomine bis
life.
But her face hardened a;!d her heart
steelcd when she looked toward the
woman who had come between her and
her cousin, filing her lille with the
blight of lovelessnuss
One step she resolved to take, &E;i
that at once. She would speak to the
Frenchman, and this resolve size put in
force the next day.
After breakfast on the following
morning she waited for al opportunity
of finding the Frenchman alcne and
then joined him.
IN. Turrian, there is a subject cn
which you can help me. Can you spare
me five minutes?" she said. "Mill you
come to the conservatory"
II will give you five hours, Miss
Leycester, be said, With his exagger.
ated gesture. "What is it?" And the air
of surface indifference which he as
sumed did not blind Beryl to the quick,
questioning glance which he shot at her
Beryl said nothing until they were
in the conservatory and it was certain
that no one could hear them.
II want to make sure that we are
not overheard, NJ. Turrian," she said
calmly, because what / want to ask
you is very private and very impor-
tant."
She took folded paper from her pock-
ct as she spoke, and her fingers did
not tremble in the least as she unfolded
it.
II was in Montreux this summer,
she continued, land in the course CT
my stay visited the Chapel of ST. Sui
pice and examined the register there. l
found an entry which has been most
painful puzzle to me. 1t is that of the
marriage of a certain Pierre Turrian
with Lola Crawshay. Here is copy.
Can you tell me what it means?"
AS she said this Beryl looked him
steadily in the face and held out the
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