Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1898-03-02

"what can It mean, Jaffray7 What
can the poor girl mean? Have you no
sort of clew, nothing of any kind to
guide you? What does she mean?-
Would to God that I could still put
"husbandp'' You don't-you've no
cause to doubt her?'
None" answered Sir Jaffray stern
ly. 81 would answer for her against
the world. She has been driven to this
last desperate act by something-heaven
knows what-from which I could not
shield her. Why did she not tell me?"
"What could there be to tell?"
"How can even guess, mother"
"Can we look to the past for clew,
do you think? Has she ever told you
the history of the years with her
father?"
"Never a syllable that would throw
q CLEAN Of light on such a mystery as
this. OF course not. l tell You it is in
explicable, absolutely a mystery. But
now there is no time for mere talk.
must act / must be doing something.
or / shall 90 mad.
Lady Walcote paused moment and
watched Sir Jaffroy as he walked rap.
idly from one end Of the room to the
other, grasping the letter in one hand.
his stern, gloomy face bent forward.
"There are two people who may
know something that may help you
Mrs. Villyers and that Frenchman, M.
Turrian. You had better see them
both, said Lad:- Walcote deliberately.
"If you can get glimpse Of her reason
for leaving here, it may help you to
guess where she would be likely to go,
and so to trace her. You mesI to look
for her, of course?"
"I will never rest till find her and
bring her back" he cried passionately.
"if spend the rest Of my life in the
searchl But am absolutely at a loss
even to guess where she would be like.
" to 90, and it drives me mad.
''There are people whose business it
is to make such search.
Eyes, l shall have down the best
man can hear of, but want to be
doing something myself"
"Then you had better see Mrs. Will
yers and III. Turrian.
81 had a row with the Frenchman
today and kicked him out Of the place
I can't go to him."
"You did what?" cried his mother,
turning quickly to him in her astonish-
ment. "What was it about? Lolar"
"Yes," answered Sir Jaffray after a
moments hesitation. Il found the beg
gar actually trying to hurt Lola. I he.
lieve he meant mischief, too, and
horsewhipped him and turned him out. y
"You Brighten me, Jaffray," ex-
claimed his mother, turning pale and
grasping the arms of her chair. "Can
there be any connection between that
and this?"
81 never thought of that" he an.
swered in a voice low and anxious.
"I'll find him and drag out Of him
every syllable he knows"
''Be cautious, Jaffray. He may be
dangerous man."
"He has more need to be afraid of NE
than of him." he answered, and soon
after he left his mother aud went away
to make bis preparations.
Remem bering that Mrs. De Witt was
in the drawing room alone, and that he
had promised to go back to her, he turned
in as he passed the door.
She was sitting by the fire and got up
as he entered. She looked very serious
and distressed and spoke without any
affectation, as though the consciousness
that he was in trouble had frightened
her into being natural.
"You are in real trouble, can see. If
can help you, say so. You can trust
me, and a woman's wit is sometimes
worth having"
"I will tell you tomorrow, he said.
MEANWHILE
"There is no need to put off the news
Lola has gone away. can see that
and you are blind. Where is that Tur-
rian?"
He started at her words and looked
earnestly at her for moment.
II will tell you tomorrow, he re.
peated. Meanwhile you must excuse
me for this evening, and tomorrow
am sorry, but must ask you to bring
your visir to close. My wife will Lot
be well enough, fear, to get back. and
myself shall be away"
why don't you trust me?" she asked
a little warmly and with suggestion
of reproach and defiance in her looks.
lit is not a case of trust or distrust,
but tonight there is nothing to tell.
GAS you will" she retorted, shrug.
ging her shoulders. "Still you can have
my advice even if you won't give me
your confidence. Find the Frenchman. y
He made no answer, but turned and
left the room and went to the library.
Taking an old London directory, he
searched among the private inquiry
agents until he found name which he
remembered-Gifford of Southampton
row, London. He wrote out telegram
asking him to come down at once Oh
an urgent matter, and this he sent by 8
mounted messenger to be dispatched
from a town ten miles away where the
Office was open all night.
Then he had 4 saddle horse brought
round, and he rode off fast through the
night to Mrs. Yillyers' honse to try tc
gather from her some clew to Lola'E
movements
As he went be took up the train oi
thought which his mothers words hao
suggested and Mrs. DE Witt had en-
forced. Was there any connection be-