Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1898-02-23
CHAPTER XVI.
HORSEWHIPPED.

Sir Jaffray's first thought was nat
urally for Lola.
care you hurt, my darling?" be
asked, crossing to her and bending low
ingly over her.
"No, it is nothing. Oh, am so glad
you have come" And now that danger
for herself and the excitement were
over she was far more unsteady and un.
nerved than she had been before. .
She began now to fear the effect OF
an encounter between the two men aud
felt that in moment all that she had
striven to gain might be lost. She clung
to Sir Jaffray's arm and would not re.
lease him.
"Let me 60, dear one. And you-go
to your room. Leave me to deal with
this-gentleman."
But she would not and clung to him
still.
"Come, Lola" in voice that she
knew must be obeyed.
81 will stay" she said and then
loosed his arm.
81 do not wish il" said the baronet
firmly.
But Lola would not yield.
81 would rather" she answered.
GAS you will, then," said Sir Jaffray
shortly.
Then he turned to Pierre Turrian,
who had been watching the pair closely
and thinking rapidly what to do.
The minutes breathing space which
Sir Jaffray's hurried questioning Of
Lola had afforded had given time for
reconsideration and had changed the
current of the Frenchman's thoughts
and the whole development Of after
events
At the moment of Sir Jaffray's entry
Pierre Turrian's first instinct had been
to save himself from an exceedingly
awkward complication by throwing the
baronet's anger Oh to Lola and exposing
the true character Of the relations be-
tween her and himself.
But the minutes consideration caused
him to change his intention completely.
If he were to do anything of the kind,
all chance of benefting by Lola's con-
nection with the baronet would be gone.
He would have lost his hold over her
entirely, and the whole object which
he had so long and so closely cherished
would be sacrificed.
On the other hand, all that there was
to fear was ali unpleasant experience
with Sir Jaffray's riding crop, fight
in which he might or might not get the
worst, followed, of course, by expulsion
from the house, but he would still have
Lola in his power and still be able to
reap the reward he was striving for.
He measured up Sir Jaffray's strong,
we'll knit frame and recognized the Ger.
tainty that be could not hope to escape
without some hard blows, but the stake
was worth winning.
He had his tale ready, therefore. al
soon as Sir Jaffray came toward him.
''How dare you lay your hands on my
wife?'
81 answer no nan who speaks to ME
in that tone and backs his words with q
weapon while am defenseless, he re-
piled, with a good assumption of bold.
ness.
'This is no weapon. said the baron.
ct angrily, Sin any such sense as that.
1t is merely horsewhip for the back Of
o dastardly coward who dares to strike
womanr'
Pierre Turrian made no reply, but he
folded his arms across his chest an6
stood staring resolutely at his opponent
the mark of Lola's whip flaming like 6
brand of red shame on his face.
Look QUIT" were Sir Jaffray's only
words, and the next moment the long
strong lash of the hunting whip curleG
round the Frenchman's shoulders i
was like the first taste of blood to {
wild animal mad with pent rage, anC
Sir Jaffray seized him by the collar o.
the coat and put his whole heart ant
strength into the swinging cuts which
he rained Oh the Frenchman's shoul
ders and back.
Then at the close he went to the dool
and threw it open.
"Now, 90" he said hurriedly, "ant
let this be lesson to you never to rals'
your hand against woman again. Go
or by heaven l shan't be able to keel
my hands from thrashing you again. "
TO do the man justice, he had passed
through the ordeal with as much com
posure as a man can hope to show un
der horsewhipping. He had neithe'
WINGED nor finched, though the hurt O.