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

tell you, you would laugh or be angry.
"See if I should" he said kindly.
"Tell me-"
Her husband looked at her thought
fully.
"a shadow that seems to be ahead
often looms up out Of the past" he
said.
The remark put her on her guard in
q moment.
Partly the past, partly the present
and partly the future" she replied. 81
have never played the hostess on such
scale as I shall have to here in few
days, and l think the prospect of it un-
nerves me. "
"Is that alp There was something
in his tone which made her feel he did
not quite accept the answer, and he
took his arm away from round her
waist. "You are a creature Of moods,
Lola, "he continued thoughtfully, land
/ sometimes think that some of the
things in your past life which you have
never told me depress you"
"Why do you think there is anything
I have not told you?'
"You have told me very little.
"There is only little to tell, she re-
piled, surprised at his words, for he
had never pressed her as to any incident
of her life with her father, land GER
tainly nothing not to tell. I" Her quick
ness to read in his words suggestion
of doubt reused her into an attitude OF
defense.
He noticed the change, and he stopped
and kissed her.
"When doubt you, child, 1 will tell
you so openly. I am with you and for
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 happier woman if did not
love you as l do"
"Happier if you did not love me?" he
questioned and smiled. "That is puz.
zle I can't read. Would you rather that
! did not love you, then?"
"Ah, no, mol I would rather you
killed me by the cruelest of deaths. 4"
And she olung to him.
"Then you are problem I can't
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 to 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 Leycester and Pierre Tur-
rian-and at dinner Lola saw that the
Frenchman was taking good deal of
wine. The conversation turned on what
each of those present had been doing
during the past few weeks, and present
" 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 tone which drew the
attention of all to him:
my faith, but / have had al ex-
perience, or rather have heard of one,
which is, if you like, uncommon"
About fiddle strings9" asked Mrs.
De Witt mischievously.
"No, madame; about human lives
and about something which am sure
you could not comprehend-woman' 8
faithlessness. "
81 have heard of it," said the little
woman innocently, "but if it is any
thing too dreadful don't spoil it by tell
ing us too hurriedly-keep itfor by and
by, in the drawing room.
"Out with it, man," exclaimed the
baronet.
lit 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
Leycester look up, and she saw that Sir
Jaffray's wife was Oh the defensive.
1.-The DEVILS rock, the DEVILS rock, D
replied Lola, repeating the WORDS as if
waiting for the name to strike some
chord of recollection and speaking very
naturally II seem to have heard of it,
and yet-you know how ones memory
will play tricks-I really can't say.
And she smiled very sweetly.
1T is we'll named at any rate" said
M. Turrian. Imagine semicircular
background of rough, steep crags, with
here and there thick, dark frs and pines
on them, and in the middle sharp pin.
nacle rock standing sheer and grim and
solitary. joined to the background by Il
narrow path, each side of which is a
precipice stretching down hundreds of
feet to the bottom of the gorge. That is
the DEVILS rock, aud 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
Frenchman, laughing dryly. "Thero
was murder done Oh that very spot
murder, so far as intent was concerned,
and my friend was the victim. went
to the place last month with him."
"I'm getting bit mixed, professor, "
said the baronet.
my friend was married to a woman