Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1898-01-19


The man started back In his chair.
an English young lady with soul, fire,
enthusiasm, and it is her am now seek
ing" He spoke with much lively gestic-
ulation.
Excuse me if l say this is nothing
to me-" said Beryl stolidly when he
paused. "It is subject l can take no
interest whatever in.
81 am ashamed l have taken your
time without a shadow Of reason. l
lave finished now. I have reason to
know that the young lady had some as
sociations here and that at one time you
knew her. She is Miss Crawshay-Miss
Lola Crawshay."
.'This was what he wanted" thought
Beryl, with rapid intuition, "and he
has wandered through the maze of his
silly story to get at this. "
She did not even let her visitor BEE
that she was surprised.
~ have friend of that name, she
said, as with caution. What then?'
There was no mistaking the gleam of
quick, interested delight which passed
over the foreigners face at this, though
he hastened to hide it under the mask
Of overdone gestures.
''That is good news for my violin"
he exclaimed.
"But it can't be the same" said
Beryl, with her former air of stolid stu
pidity. "She doesn't play the fiddle at
ALL"
"No, no; that is right. Her instru-
ment is the piano, but her soul is the
soul of the heaven made musician. She
lives somewhere here?" he said, with
gesture Of interrogation, in which hands
and arms and shoulders and eyebrows
all went up together.
"She is the wife of Sir Jaffray Wal.
cote and is now in America with her
husband" answered Beryl in com-
monplace, level tone, without trace OF
animation in her face.
But she watched with astonishment
the effect of the words.
The man started back in his chair,
all the light air which he had assumed
dying instantly away, while in place of
the mask which he had been wearing
astonishment, disbelief, triumph and
white rage played over his face and
cleaned in the eyes which stared fixed
ly at her For the instant the mans
true character showed itself unmistaka-
bly, to the CAIN eyes which looked at
him from the expressiOnless, wearied,
disinterested face.
The moment afterward he was again
the actor, cursing himself for having
lost his self control and speculating an
grily whether this dull, stupid, conceit-
ed English girl had noticed anything.
So quickly did his expression change
that there seemed to be scarcely pause
before he answered, though in voice
which vibrated with the shock of the
surprise:
81 should think you may be right,
and that this is not the same Miss
Crawshay 1t could not be, of course.
The enthusiast that l knew was living
abroad with her father, not thinking of
marrying one of your English noble.
men,"
"Then it must be the same" " said
Beryl in the same level tone in which
she had struck her first blow. Lady
Walcote came from the continent only
about two years ago"
But he was not to be caught off his
guard twice.
"Well, if so l am more than for
tunate. 1t is great news, grand news.
If can start my mission with the wife
of nobleman ut the head of it in Eng
land, my cause is already more than
half won.
"Her husband is a great lover Of
music" said Beryl, and she saw that
some change in the tone of her voice
made him flash one of those keen
glances of his right into her eyes. She
parried it by assuming look of Ian
guor. "Have you anything more to
ask?" And she rose.
Her visitor rose at the same time.
II thank you very much for the
courtesy and kindness with which you
have received me and for the time you
have given me. " And he bowed with the
exaggerated politeness which had irri-
tated Beryl.
"Montreux, l think you said?' she
asked as he reached the door and his
hand was on the handle.
He turned quickly at the question,
which he seemed i'll some way to resent.
"Montreux is my birthplace, Miss
Leycester. am Pierre Turrian of
Montreux, the violin player. That is all
of my connection with Montreux. My
teaching has been elsewhere. "
"Oh, l thought you meant you had
had Lady Walcote as u pupil there, |"
she replied, as though the point were
unimportant.
"Oh. 10, no, not at all; not there 1t