Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1898-02-19
CHAPTER XIV.
"F SIR JAFFRAY WERE TO DIE SUD
DENLY"

DENLY"
For more than a minute Lola was
unable to frame word in reply to
what Pierre Turrian had said. The al
most brutal frankness with which be
had delivered the thrust had over
whelmed her, and the host of nervous
fears which had plagued her during
the time of his presence in the house
now required with cruel and distressing
force.
It was Pierre Turrian who broke the
silence with jeer.
"You seem good deal upset by
simple thing which you ought certain.
ly to have expected. Where are your
wits? You couldn't think this kind of
thing was to 60 on forever"
This speech started the hope that the
man was really Geceiving her and play
ing for his own purposes.
"What do You mean by the secret be-
ing known? What secret?" she asked.
you're not going to hark back to the
rubbishy nonsense that we played at
when we met here first, hope" And
be laughed sneeringly. Il don't care
what you 10, though. You can start
any FOOLS tale you like, for that matter,
but what l mean is this-that there is
now third person who knows that you
and were married in the Church of
st. Sulpice at Montreux, and that per-
son means to tell everybody else.
- ~,
the tone in which the question was
asked.
"Some one who doesn't bear you
much love-Beryl Leycester-and very
unpleasant antagonist she is, l can as
sure you.
"How do you know that she knows'"
"For the best of all possible reasons.
She told me SO. She put into my hands
copy of the register from st. Sulpice
and asked me what it meant"
"And what Gid you say?" came the
question, eagerly interposed.
"What should I say? That it was a
lie, and that she was the victim Of an
extraordinary delusion, but she very
soon showed me that / was the liar,
and when ! found that she did know
gave the business up and told my YER
sion"
tits you who let out the truth with
your tale of the DEVILS rockp' cried
Lola vehemently.
Nonsense! She had the facts, and it
was only matter Of when she should
speak. She spoke to me yesterday, and
told her my version of the matter. My
faith, but / painted myself as black as
q raven and you as white as dove"
He laughed heartily as he said this.
Imagine you white as dove, the in
nocent and all unsuspecting Marguerite
prosecuted by all atrocious villain Of a
Mephistopheles, myself compelled
you to marry me. I made your life a
hell. I drove you to rebel. l i'll treated
you and fell over that rock, with never
a stamp of the foot to help me. I hid
myself, waiting for vengeance. I
tracked you down when you had mar
ried. | drove you to this life of lies.
All I, 1, for the villainy, and you for
GuS sWS6tb pure N1Cllm. Ou uy souA,
when think of it laugh down to my
bootsp'
He lighted a cigarette and puffed at
it in silence for minute, and when he
spoke again there was sharp change
in his tone and manner which made
Lola look up.
But had q purpose, mark you. and
if the devil hadn't failed me for cnce ]
would have carried it out and have ST.
fenced that sly she cat once for all. /
sought to get delay by making you out
as the victim, and l meant to stop that
FOOLS chatter for good and all"
"What do you meM?"
"That that cold faced cat was within
an ace of death last night: that went
to her room in the dead of the night to
save you from her devilment, and, had
it not been for some cursed chance that
kept her awake and let her hear me
coming, you would have woke up this
morning to find that your old rival was
laid out cold and stark, freed from the
fretting troubles of this wicked world
by the blessing Of chloroform and my
strong arm and unable to 60 chatserine
about other peoples business. "