Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1898-01-19
CHAPTER vi.
PIERRE TURRIAN's STORY.

OnAT LEN VI.
PIERRE TURRlAN's STORY.
Beryl's visitor did not speak for some
moments, but sat as though collecting
his thoughts and seeking the best way
to commence.
The girl eyed him very closely and
curiously. He was well dressed, his
clothes being cut in continental fashion,
and he had altogether the appearance OF
q man of the world, alert, resourcefuI,
shrewd and, as she thought, calculating
and vindictive.
It was evident to her that the bust
ness which had brought him to Leyces-
ter Court was, as be had said, important,
and that he was cautiously deliberating
how to introduce it and how not to
make mistake.
"My visit is a surprise to you. no
doubt, Miss Leycester, be said at
length, smile of courtesy parting his
lips and showing his white, long teeth.
Necessarily" replied Beryl.
'You don't know my name-Turrian!
You are sure you never heard it as that
of man or woman-Turrian-o Mon
treux?" And he pronounced it with de-
liberate emphasis and looked hard into
Beryl's face.
"Not to my knowledge" she replied.
"No, no, probably not, probably not.
Ma fol, how should you? 1t is name
common enough, and any one could
easily hear it and then forget it again.
Is it not so?''
~ have never heard it," repeated
Beryl, irritated because he dwelt on the
point. but what is the business you
have come on?'
Precisely. That is the point. Just
so. What is the business? Well. have
not come to talk about myself or about
my name. That has nothing whatever
to do with it, nothing whatever. Then
he added, with another of the smiles
which the girl found so unpleasant:
"That mentioned it so pointedly at
all is only my vanity. 1t would have
been with deep, deep pleasure if l had
found that the reputation not of myself,
but of my violin-1 am a musician
had reached to Leycester Court, but l
could not expect it, and l am rightly
served. To be frank, it is question l
put everywhere, everywhere | 60, be
cause my fame is my life. -
Beryl saw that for some reason he
was misleading her and doing it clum-
silly ard laboriously.
Twill you tell NE, please, what it is
you want?" she said sharply.
"You English are so practical, so
pointed, so blunt Yes. will tell you.
I am meditating wo,k that l believe
will have a prodigious effect GU the
musical world. 1t is treatise on my
instrument, the violin. am advocating
nothing less than the addition Of fifth
string to my beloved instrument. That
is daring thing to do, Miss Leycester.
is it not?"
"What do you want with me?" she
asked impatiently.
II am troubling you, see. ] am
sorry," he said, lifting his white, thin
hands and Struggling his shoulders,
while out of his blue eyes she caught Il
sharp, swift glance that almost startled
her with its keenness and told her he
was acting and wanted TO read the eff
feet upon her. She tried to look as STU
pid and impassive us possible.
II really don't care whether the vio-
lin has or or 90 strings" she an
swered as if Grossly, but really inter
ested now.
''That seems to me inconceivable, ab-
eolutely impossible. If l had fifth
string"-he began to speak with rapid
energy, as though the subject carried
him away-'I could produce effects by
the side of which the mightiest effort OF
the grandest master would be but as
the scraping of learner. could-but
what am l doing? am an enthusiast;
you are uninterested. l apologize. Pray
forgive me-"
Beryl bowed very slightly and looked
wearied and impatient
81 did not want to talk Of my work
or my project either, he said, resuni.
ing. 1T is only incidental, though !
am SO Iull VI IL lHde, lIhe bSh th"'
would lay an egg, must cackle of it
But, alas, right in the middle of path
stands difficulty. am rich i'll my art,
wealthy in my love of my instrument,
but poor in my pocket To storm the
world with a musical treatise fer a
weapon is impossible to the man with
out means. / am seeking the means
Eyes. What is the cost of adding Il
fifth string to fiddler" asked Beryl stu.
pidly. II thought they were cheap"
He glanced sharply at her to see If
she were laughing at him, but the cold,
impassive, uninterested expression OF
her face reassured him.
''It is not the cost of the string am
seeking" he said, but the agents who
will take from me the inspiration aid
help me to proclaim my idea to the
world"
II nm afraid began Beryl, but he
stopped her with wave of the hand
"You cannot help me, you would say,
but you can, think and l hopc-no'
yourself, not yourself Please listen.
have in many parts of the world pupils
who have, studied under me. 1t is then