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FhI a l»I I Ki"iO. i VUb. XLVlII Ma. ». i Olaest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER i, 1897. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. • qll.UO p«*r Year i in Advance, ipyp^mAY /* I autmor OF • . A T 1 "n,5£:R HOADLf.v3 j£C IftNT RA A 'iiti "» *D*/ § "THt irtsi tin of ncwinopt 5 IUNI.OA I I '"C* WHOSf WND--CC !f)« V. 'J' /'V-.U i) r 'THE OLD HILL MYirtRY w ecT tcf ° ~ ~ v c. O* fUtCHT Tne AUTHOR. Whether or not a longer engagement would huve led to his disillusion it is difficult to say, but the end of the two months' engagement and the iipproitch of the wedding day found bini more infatuated than ever with Lola, and Beryl was so glad at his quite boyish delight that she prayed earnestly her own unpleasant anticipations and forebodings might never be realized. of man or woman—Turrian—of M011- trrux?" And lie pronounced it with deliberate emphasis and looked hard into Beryl's face. lost his self control and speculating angrily whether this dull, stupid, conceited English girl had noticed anything. idea that in so small a place It must tie exceedingly easy to And out anything about anybody, and from this it was an easy though gradual development that in such a place she herself could readily make any necessary inquiries. So long as she couiri part from him, if all were discovered, without any loss except such as touched her social position and her money interests, she felt that she could go through all with the certaintv of ultimate success. Galilee. It makes one look out for tbem rather." ot tbe struggle which absorbed lier, Through the night sbe lay awake, never moving, lest she should wake him and co disturb her own opportunity for thought, and perhaps arouse his suspi- So quickly did his expression change that there seemed to be scarcely a pause before he answered, though in a voice which vibrated with the shock of the surprise: "There won't be much looking out for them, 1 promise you. When once you're seeii, they'll come fast enough." Not to my knowledge," she replied, "No, no, probably not, probably not. Ma foi, how should you? It is a name common enough, and any one could easily hear it and then forget it again. Is it not so?" "Isuppose so, but I'd rather have our time back there," with a movement of the head toward the west, "than a London season." cions that something was amisi That idea did notcome for sometime, however, and in the meantimo Beryl was troubled to know whether she ought But if she loved her husband there were a thousand and one complications which might follow, each of which would be a source of undoing. Theie were two courses open to her. One was to tell tiir .l.vtl'r.iy at once tbe whole matter and trust to his love for her; tbe other was to face it out and dare the man she hated to do bis worst. "1 should think you may be right, and that this is not the same .Miss Crawshay. It could not be, of course. The enthusiast that I knew was living abroad with her father, not thinking of marrying one of your English noble- &Y iW m to speak to Sir Jaffray's mother and tell her what had passed in the interview with Pierre Turrian. RET' HANOI The wedding was brilliant. It took place ou a glorious day in the late autumn, and the whole district of Mosscombe and round Walcote kept holiday, Lola having urged that everything should be done to give to the event the utmost possible importance for the largest number of people. Sir J affray had given this wish of hers the most liberal interpretation, and lor many years the county had not seen a marriage marked by more ceremony and pomp and accompanied by such widespread merrymaking and lavishly generous hospitality. "1 have never heard it," repeated Beryl, irritated because be dwelt on the point. "But what is the business you have come on?" It was no trouble to her to feign love, to school herself to seem happy in her husband's presence, to be bright and cheerful with liim and to shower upon him a hundred attentions which seemed the spontaneous outcome of a desire to please, but were in reality the more shrewdly chosen because a clever calculation prompted each aud all. "You'll grow out. of that fast enough," he said. "But I'm glad you haven't been bored. After all, there's no place like the manor, to my mind. I'm awlully fond of tbe old place, and on my word I go back to it with greater gusto every time I've been away." Then, after a long pause, he added, "I shall like it better than ever with you at its head, Lola, and I think you'll get to feel about it pretty much as I do." If the man at her side had been different, if his sense of honor and morbid fear of the suspicion of dishonor had been less acute, she would havo told him all and trusted to her love to win him to cling to her through the publicity and scandal which would inevitably follow when Pierre was set at defiance.There was also the further question as to Lola herself. Ought she to be told? "Precisely. That is the point. Just so. What is the business? Well, I have not come to talk about myself or about my name. That has nothing whatever to do with it, nothing whatever." Then ho added, with another of the smiles which the girl found so unpleasant: "That I mentioned it so pointedly at all is only my vanity. It would have been with deep, deep pleasnre if I bnd found that the reputation not of myseif, but of my violin—I am a musician— had reached to Leycester Court, but I could not expect it, and I am rightly served. To be frank, it is s question I put everywhere, everywhere I go, be cause my fame is my life." men." "Then it must bo the same," said Beryl in the same level tone in which she had struck her first blow. "Lady Walcote came from the continent only about two years ago." This was a problem over which Beryl spent many hours of thought. If there was any evil in the matter, anything which threatened Lola, not for all the world would Beryl have the news of it come through her. It would look all too much like the result of some vindictive feeling on her part. eiled to the fact of the arrangement having come to an untimely end. With Sir Jaffray, Beryl took a somewhat similar course. CHAPTER V. "MY NAME IS TURRIAN—PIERRE TUR- But he was not to be caught off his guard twice. Gradually she was surprised at the ease with which this acting was done aud the pleasure which it seemed to give her in the doing, nor did she guess the reul source of the pleasure until an iucident which happened when they had been away seme two or three months revealed the truth to her. R1AN. " "I shall, if you make it a pleasant place to me," she answered, witli a laughing look of affection. "If not, I shall hate it." But she dared not. Beryl had not written the letter of congratulation to her cousin without a considerable struggle. "Of course I guessed it long ago, Jaffray." she said. ' 'Do you think yon and 1 have been like brother and sister without my being able to read a good many of your thoughts? Of course not." And she laughed without the least ap parent restraint. "Well, if so I am more than fortunate. It is great news, grand news. If I can start my mission with the wife of a nobleman at the head of it in England, my cause is already more than half won." But, on the other hand, if Beryl said nothing and it transpired afterward that the man had been to her, her silence would bo open to misconception. She knew that Sir Jaffray, with all the influences that were round him, the strong love of truth that dominated him, the capacity to suffer rather than be touched with a taint of dishonor, would put her away from him at once, and probably he would never see her again. She did not like and did not trust Lola, and she had noticed in her many things that had sharpened this distrust. "I'll try not to make yon do that. I shall be glad when we get there. We're due, in tomorrow afternoon, and if all goes as it has hitherto we shall be well up to time. We shall be home before midnight, all being well. I'm afraid that our getting in at such a time will a bit upset any arrangements which tbe Waloote people may have made for Both Lady Walcote and Beryl were glad when it was all over, and the girl was pleased to think that she could now slip back into her quieter life, w ith the knowledge that she had played her part properly and made quite plain her attitude tow a id the marriage. She resolved in the end, therefore, to go to Walcote manor aud in the course of conversation tell Lady Walcote, as it were casually, of the man's visit, giving his object as described by himself. They had ridden into a far outlying town in ono of the southern states, and Lola was standing in the street alone waiting for her husband, who had been detained ji the place where they had stabled the hcrses. A couple of drunken rowdies passed, and, noticing her beauty, stopped and spoke to her. She took no notice except to glance at them with so much contempt in her expression that one of them lost his temper and, with a deep oath, tried to clutch her by the wrist, vowing he'd kiss her for her insolence.She bad at one time seen a great deal of Lola, as Mrs. Villyers had made many efforts to bring the two girls togetj»er, and though at first Beryl had to some extent coruo within the influence of Lola's unquestionably attractive manner there had been no regard or real affection between them. He noticed that she was unusually demonstrative. "Her husband is a great lover of music," said Beryl, and she saw that some change in the tone of her voice made him flash one of those keen glances of his right into her eyes. She parried it by assuming u look of languor. "Have yon anything' more to ask?" And she rose. Tbe alternative was to face the other man and dare him to do What be pleased. What, would he do? "I taought it would surprise you," he said. Beryl saw that for some rearon he was misleading her and doing it clumsily ai-d laboriously. She did not contemplate that there could be any real intimacy between her and Lola, but she felt that as they were to live as near neighbors all through their lives there must always be some degree of friendly relationship maintained.O11 her return home she did this and suggested further that it might be well to write and tell Lola of the fact "If it surprised me, it was because it didn't come sooner. I've always known that there must ootne a time when this would happen ou your sido or mine"— she laughed again as she said this— "and I always wondered how it would feel if I were to lie first, you know, and had to tell you, just as if you were really my brother. 1 ol'ten wondered how I should do it or how yon'd do it if you were first. I never thought yon'd think of keeping such a thing secret And I've watched you, you know, and seen it growing and wondered why you never uttered a word. I should have told you what I guessed the otber night at Torquay—the night the mother wrote us those most ridiculously mistaken letters—only, if you remember, Mrs. De Witt came out and stopped us in the middle. And, after all, you can't make an opportunity for that sort of confidence. It has to co-.ue naturally." reception, but we must have 'em up next day and give 'em a lunch or a feed of some kind. Wonderful cure for disappointment is a good feed. Jove, I shall be glad to sfee tbe old place again I'' There was that scene on tbe Devil's rock, but there was no proof of what she had done. Besides, if there were, what did it matter? If she was to be dragged from the place to which she had climbed, wkat did it matter how far she fell? A~3*tJe deeper Wouia make no difference. "Will you tell me, please, what it is you want?" she said sharply. • She described the incident in a way which excited no feeling on Lady Walcote's purt except laughter, and it was in this vein that the latter spoke of it in a postscript to a letter to Sir Jaffray. The letter was dispatched to await the baronet and his wife at New York, as the time was drawing near for their return to England. Cjuite irrespective of ber own disappointment—and bow deep arid stinging and hitter that was no one but herself knew—Beryl was dead against the marriage. She felt that Lola did not love Jaffray even with such love as sho was capable of feeling. She had bewitched him with her lustrous beauty and glamoured him with ber surface sensuous charms, but that was all. "You English are so practical, so pointed, so blunt. Yes, 1 will nil yfu. 1 am meditating a work that 1 belitve will have a picdigious effect ou the musical world. It is u tn utise on my instrument, the violin. I am advocating nothing less than the addition of a filth string to my beloved instrument That is a daring thing to do, Miss Leycester, is it not?" Her visitor rose at the same time. "I thank you very much for the courtesy and kindness with which you have received me and for the time you have given me." And he bowed with the exaggerated politeness which had irritated Beryl. It was a great relief to her, however, that Sir Jaffray and Lola plauned a very long honeymoon. Lola would not Tbht night, tbe last they were to spend on board, the baronet went up on deck to smoke a cigar alter supper, and Lola went with hiin. It was a clear, crisp, sharp air, and the moon and stars were shining brightly. She took his ami, and, pressing closely to him, walked up and down the deck. Need she fall at all? That was the question. He reckoned without her strength and pluck, however, and as be grasped at her she pushed him violently backward and struck him with the heavy end of her big riding whip in the face. He staggered back and measured his length on the roadway, to the intense amusement of his companion, who laughed and swore gleefully. "Montreux, I thick yon said?" she asked as he reach* d the door and his hand w as on the handle. It was in this way that the warning was sent to Lola that her first husband was alive and had already hunted her down. She knew Pierre well, bad seen through and through bis sordid little soul, and could count up easily enough the price that would Duy him. Comfort, ease, luxury, money for his vices— these were his ambitions, and she could satisfy him. Sir Jaffray had settled on her an ample dowry, and she could easily get more money if she wanted it. Had Beryl written as she felt, therefore, ber letter would have been very different, but sho had a far too genuine friendship for her cousin to want to cause him anything but pleasure. "What do yon want with me?" she asked impatiently. He turned quickly at the question, which he seemed in some way to resent. "Our last night at sea, Jaffray," she said. "I am troubling yon, I see. 1 am sorry," lie Kaid, lifting Lis white, thin bands and fbragging his shoulders, wliile onf of his blue eyes she caught a sharp, swift glance that almost startled her with its keenness and toid her bo was acting and wanted to read the effect upon her. She tried to look as stupid and impassive as possible. "Montreux is my birthplace, Miss Leycester. I am Pierre Turrian of Montreux, tbe violin player. That is all of my connection with Montreux. My teaching has been elsewhere." CHAPTER VII. HOW LOLA HEARD THE NEWS. "And a lovely one, eh?" The news that Pierre Turrian was alive did not reach Lola at New York, owing to a mischance. Sir Jaffray and she arrived there some days later than they had planned and not until the evening of the day before that on which they were booked to sail. When he got up, the ruffian, red with rage and swearing that he would have revenge, approached Lola, who awaited his attack with unflinching courage, eying him steadily the whole time. .Rendered cautious by his first defeat, he held off for a moment watching bis opportunity, and then with a cunuing feint he put. her off her guard and rushed in, pinioned her arms and held her. "Never had a better in my life," he enthusiastically. "Didn't know marriage was half so good." "Have you enjoyed tbe time?" Site would have done her utmost to prevent the match, but she would not say a word to wound Sir J affray's fceling.She would go through with it, face it as she bad faced her troubles and fought them down, and so great was her fighting instinct that, though she knew the whole happiness' of her life would be at stake, the excitement of the prospect was not altogether unpleasing. "Oh, I thought you meant you had bad Lady Waleote as a pupil there," she replied, as though the point were unimportant. "Or you might have tried it before?" And she laughed. Nor was this feeling altogether free from a touch of self, So far as she could help it, not a soul should think that she was in reality anything but pleased at the marriage. She was no fool to mope aud pule over a lost romance, aud she held uo ridiculous ideas exaggerating the effects of tbe disappointment to ber. It would have been an infinite acid indescribable pleasure to pass through life by the side of Sir Jaffray as his wife, but she did not intend that the breaking of the dream should gloom and spoil ber life. lie listened to her closely, comparing tho unusual manner with her customary calm res r* \ and he got much nearer to the real state of her feelings than hail hi r father. It hurt him, but be showed no sign of this in his manner, seeming to fail in with her humor. "If I'd met you before," he replied, like a lover. "1 really don't care whether the violin has -1 rr 6 or 50 strings," she answered as if crossly, but really interested now. "Ol* no, no, not at all; not there! It was in Paris, Paris, that 1 had the pleasure. Oh, no, no I That would be ridiculous. Paris is where I have made my fame, such fame as I possess, not Montreux. That is not of the world at all." "I'm glad I've given you one span of happiness, Jafl'ray," she said, and the tone iu which she spoke seemed rather sad. The letters were thus thrnst away to be read on board the steamer, and in the confusion the postscript was overlooked.In the early hours of the morning she fell asleep, and &ir Jaffray, waking in the gray light, found her sleeping quietly and peaeefolly, with a slight flush tinting her cheeks such as be bad seen when she was excited and pleased. "Tliat seems to me inconceivable, absolutely imiossible. If I had a 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 a learner. I could—but what am 1 doing? I am an enthusiast; you are uninterested. I apologize. Pray forgive me." She struggled to free her hands, but the fellow's sinews were too much for her, and she was beginning to fear that he would overpower her when she heard him vent a hoarse, guttural, choking sound and saw that Sir Jaffray had come up and caught him by the tbroat, half strangling him in his ficroe temper. The next instant the man was on his back again in the roadway, flung there with great violence by her husband.Had she known the news Lola would have turned back at any risk and have arranged to prolong an experience which had been the biightest of her life. "It seems to have changed you a good bit," be said. "You're not like the same girl in some ways." "She's a good little soul, the little woman," he answered, "but she does put her foot in it sometimes. I wish now I had told you about this, Beryl. I hope you'll get 011 with Lola." He laughed as he said this with the air of one who would langh out of existence the cobwebs of an absurdity, and the echo of his laugh had not died away wheu the door closed behind him. "Not with you?" She put the question in a tone that touched him at once. "Fni the same with you. You forget that till you came into it mine was a fighting life." When she went down to breakfast, she was quite herself—alert, vigilant, resourceful, high spirited and so suggestive of strength of will and purpose that Sir Jaffray noticed it and was pleased. go to the continent, but preferred America and would not be satisfied until Sir Jaffray had agreed to take her over the ground of one of his rough buntiug and shooting expeditions. She was no conventional bride, she declared, and didn't want a conventional honeymoon, and he yielded to this, as to everything she asked. She hent over him from behind She had never dreamed that marriage with Sir Jaffray would bring the hap piness to her which sho had found in it. She had married him from motives which were purely worldly and selfish. She bad to make a position. She loved ease and luxury. She was done with love and sentiment, and she chose a husband as a man might choose a profession, because it gave her all that she wanted with the least personal effort and difficulty.She would rather that it had been any one else thau Lola; but, even so, she was preparod to accept what was inevitable. Thus wben Sir Jaffray came sbe surprised him as much with ber cheerfulness as she had surprised her father by tbe way she had told the news to him. A chill seemed to touch tbe girl's heart at tho sound of the name, but she answered quickly and with warmth: Beryl went to another room, the window of which ccmmaudtf a view of the drive, and, herself unseen, watched him as he walked away slowly like one in thought. Once or twice he turned stealthily and slyly to look back at the bouse, and the girl imagined that even when be was a long way from the house she could see on his face the sharp, forbidding, evil, menacing look which had more than once distorted his handsome, cruel features. "So that chap must have thought in Calladua," he said, laughing at the recollection of the way she had treated the man who had tried to insult her. "I hope so. We've not seen so much of one another lately as wo used to, but she'll be nearer when she's at the manor. How is Lady Walcote?" He put it down to her being at home at the manor. Beryl bowed very slightly cat looked wearied and impatient. "Are you hurt, Lola?" he asked, with the pain of suspense in his eyes. "Seems to have done you good to get home, Lola," he said. "You're not the same woman you were on tbe boat. Where are your omens?" He smiled. "I did not want to talk of my work or my project either," he said, resuming. "It is only incidental, though I am so full of it that, like a hen that would lay an egg, I must cackle of it. But, alas, right in the middle of a path stands a difficulty. I am rich in my art, wealthy in my love of my instrument, but poor in my pocket To storm the world with a musical treatise for a weapon is impossible to the man without means. I am seeking the means." "But you had to come to tbe rescue then. I wonder if you always would and will." "She is coming over to see you today some time, I think. She saw Lola the day before yesterday, you know. She went to Mosscombe, to Mrs. Villyers." They planned a tour, then, which would take some months, and itwasresolved that they should be away during the whole of the winter and not return until the new year was at least four or five months old. "No, not in the least. Come away. That brute's getting up again." "I'm afraid it'll be a disappointment to you, father," she said, when telling "We don't breed cowboys in old England," he answered. "Where, indeed?" she replied, laughing back. "I'm afraid I must have been upset by the voyage. Perhaps I thought I was going to be shipwrecked. But I'll be safe here, eh?" There was more in her words than he understood. "We women sell ourselves, and she is the shrewdest who fetches the biggest price." had been one of her favorite opinions, and she was glad that she had b«*u able to marry where the man would pay so freely and where he personally was not undesirable. The fellow was on his feet again dt rectly, and both he and his companion had drawn their revolvers. him of Sir Jaffray's engagement, "bu; "I am glad sbe has given way, Jaffray," said Beryl pleasantly. "Of course I know what sbe thought. It would have been a great pain to her and to you if she had not been able to do what you wish. I am very glad." "True, but there are other villains. Do you believe in omens, Jaffray?" She put the question impetuously. I was always afraid we shouldn't be »bl« to do what you wished. I tried becairm I saw that you and his mother wished it, and I d have gone through with it, but I must confess it's a relief." "You don't shoot women in these parts, do you?" said Sir Jaffray sternly. "Wait. Come, Lola." Beryl was heartily glad of the arrangement It would spare ber from what was a great secret pain—the continual presence of Sir Jaffray—and she reckoned that by the time of their re turn sbe would have drilled herself so thoroughly in tbe altered state of things that the pain and smart of the wound would be past. « Long alter be bad disappeared amid the small clump of fir trees which fringed both sides of the drive close to the turn of the lodge gates Beryl remained leaning against the window frame looking out, full of the foreboding which the man's visit had roused. "Yes, of a kind," he said. "When I've been hunting big game, for instance, and missed at the first shot, I always took it for an omen that if I didn't hit with the second I should have a bad time, and I took good care not to miss, I can tell you." "You ought to be if anywhere," he answered. He led her away to a house that was open at some little distance, uad, putting her inside, told her to wait. Her father, who as a county man took great interest in the public affairs of the district aud bad only a dim perception of what went on in his own house, put mi bis pince-nez and looked at ber shrewdly. He was very fond of Beryl in his way, and his chief complaint was that sbe was not a boy, but he thought be knew ber so well that of course be did not understand ber at all and had no couception of tbe capable brain there was behind the calm, regu- "I find everyone's awfully good," returned Sir Jaffray, and then Beryl led away the talk to other subjects, striving hard to make her cousin believe that, so far as she herself was concerned, she was not anythiug but perfectly pleased at tbe news. But she had made one miscalculation in her plana "Even if I manage to offend tbe very great personages who come bere?" "Yes. What is the cost of adding a fifth string to a fiddle?" asked Beryl stupidly. "I thought they were cheap." "You mustn't go back, Jaffraj," she said, a fear that she had never felt foe herself awaking on account of him, and she clung to him to keep him by her. "You won't do that. People aren't easy to take offense with Walcote." She was a woman whose heart was not dead, as she believed, but rather bad never been quickened into life. He glanced sharply at her to see if she Mere laughing at him, but the cold, impassive, uninterested expression of her fac« reassured him. Then, being a practical girl of method, she went to her room and wrote out every word that she could remember of the interview and added her comments and the impressions which had been caused, and she locked the whole away in her most secret and secure hiding place. "Oh, I dou't mean things you can avoid." "Where's the mother—Lady Walcote? I suppose I may call her mother?" She set herself a liberal round of daily work of a varied kind and held to it with the resolve that it should provide her sufficient occupation to keep her aloof from much intercourse with Walcote manor. She hnd imagined thut she could go through life as a sort of unemotional lay figure by the side of a husband whom she did not love, suffering his caresses and endearments, but not returning them or at most paying with simulated affection for the comforts with which he would surround her. But in her there were no neutral tints. She must love or hate. "Don't be afraid," he said kindly, and, putting her band off his arm with a firm, gentle strength, he went out agaiu. He walked straight up to the bully who had assaulted Lola, and, disregarding contemptuously the revolver which the man held threateningly, struck him with his clinched fist a fearful blow in the face, knocking him down with a thud which resounded all across the road. The man lay like a stunned ox. Then Sir Jaffray turned to the companion, but he, seeing what had happened, fired his revolver at random and ran away, swearing. "Then I don't believe in any other. Bad luck doesn't begin with a man as a rnle till he's made a mess of things for himself." "She's not coming down to breakfast. She's not used to our wild west early rising. Besides, she was up late. She'll be down to lunch." But she said not one word in praise of Lola or one which could lead him to believe that sho liked the woman he bad chosen for his wife or thongbt he had chosen wisely and well. "It is uot the cost of the string I am seeking," he said, "but the agents who will take from me the inspiration and help me to proclaim my idea to the world." "Yes, bnt I mean if you fear something's going to happen?" "Did you sit up late? I was horribly tired. I couldn't stay? What was that But she laid her plans in necessary ignorance of a course of events which were destined to mix her up more closely than ever with Sir Jaffray aud Lola. The points which stood out most clearly in her mind were that the foreigner, Pierre Turrian, had some very strong motive for finding Lola; that the tale he told about his musical mission was from start to finish a falsehood; that the fact of the marriage of Lola to Sir Jaffray had moved him beyond all power of self control; that in someway Montreux was mixed up in the matter, and that he had been anxious to learn whether LoJa had ever mentioned the name of Turrian to her. lar and at times beautiful face. Strangely enough, he was really anxious to get some such expression from her, and he staid longer than ho would otherwise have done in the endeavor, but he failed, and the failure disappointed and irritated him. " Bat a man doesn't fear that unless he knows there's something that can happen. A man who walks straight isn't afraid of tumbling into the ditch at the roadside. But once I had a presentiment, by the way, and it came true," he added after a pause. "Do you really mean that Jaffray's going away from his word? Why, it was all but settled." The thing that appealed to him chiefly was that it looked like a breach of contract "And do you mean you didn't want to marry him? Tfoo never said that before, child." "I am afraid"— began Beryl, but be stopped her with a wave of the hand. In the early part of the New Year Beryl was booked for a visit to an old friend's house, and after busying herself with some of the preparations she was walking one afternoon in the park close by the drive and not far from the house when she noticed a stranger going toward the house. Her father frequently bad people whom she did not know to call upon him on various mutters of business, but strangers were still rare enough to attract attention, and this one was certainly out of the common."You cannot help me, you would say, but you can, I think and I hope—not yourself, not yourself. Please listen. I have in many parts of the world pupils who have studied under ma It is them I am seeking, to gather them into a company, to touch them with the fire that burns in me and bind tbem into a band who shall proclaim everywhere what I wish. Among them I bad ouoe Sir Jaffray's nature fired her, and the more she endeavored to assure herself of her own coldness of heart the more was she moved by him. The very indifference which she affected helped to overcome her. She could not be indif- He tried to bo vexed with her in bis thoughts, but he only succeeded in feeling dissatisfied, aud he could not shake off the impression that in some way it was an ill omen not to have Beryl'a good word. * "I didn't want to seem to thwart your plans, father," Beryl auswered, returning his look calmly. „ "Have you two made this up between you?" he burst out, as if with a sadden instinct of shrewd conjeoture. "I call it infamousI" His own misconception "When I saw yon that day in the little woman's lionse, I had a presentiment that yon would be my wife, and here wo are." "What was that?" Wheu Sir Jaffray went back to Lola, be found her more agitated than he had ever seen her, and she did not seem herself again for many hours and indeed for days afterward. Throughout the time that followed Beryl did her utmost to mislead others as to her real opinions. Lady Walcote came to see her, and she went to the manor just as usual, and even the close and loving intimacy which existed between the two women never led Beryl to say a word other than that she bad always tried to carry out the arrangement for the sake of the family interests, bnt that, it was a relief to her to have an end put to it. Lady Walcote at first questioned this and made her doubts plain enough, but Beryl held to her position and in the end prevailed. For some days the matter lay like a cloud ujxmi ber, and while she was on her visit to her friends she could not dispel it. One incident of that visit «erved indeed to keep the subject uppermost in her thoughts. He laughed pleasantly and pressed her arm, and she thought it wiser to say no more about omens after what he had said. that there was a plot not to do that He did not understand the cause of it all. which be wished irritated him. "I'll , give him a piece of my mind," be added.Their arrival at Walcote manor was necessarily very quiet. They reached Liverpool in the afternoon of the following day, and as soon as the baggage oould be got together started for home. He waa fair, handsomo and foreign looking, and the girl had time to notice him closely, as tbey were both walking toward the bouse, and bo was some 20 or 30 yards ahead of ber. In that instant tho revelation had come of the new feeling which was developing in her, and the knowledge, in view of all that it meant, had agitated her as much as any incident in all her turbulent life. Among the guests was a Frenchman who was a noted amateur violinist, and | Beryl, finding him one evening next to her at dinner, asked him whether he knew the name of Turrian as a violin player. "No, we have mado up nothing, father. Simply the thing has fallen through because it was impracticable. This sort of thing may be done when there's a lack of feeling on one side, but it's impossible when there's bone on either side." Lady Walcote had remained in the house by Lola's special wish—one of the results of the change in her feelings —and Lola did her uioiost to follow up the kindlier letters sh,1 had written with a greeting of reaiiy affectionate warmth. As she entered the house by a side door the servant met ber and said that there was a visitor waiting to see ber in the library. In the days that followed, Sir Jaffray noticed for the first time in his wife a waywardness and uncertainty of temper which were quite unusual, and they surprised and rather grieved him. She was in reality fighting against her new emotions and striving resolutely to conquer them. "Seems to have done you good to gci "Turrian, Turrian?" he repeated j "Where is he known?" "It's infamous!" be repeated, now quite angry. "I'll post the man all over the county. I'll hound bim out of the place. I never heard of such a thing. We might be shopkeepers, making aud breaking engagements of the sort." What did more than unything else, however, to muke tho girl's real feelings difficult to understand was ber attitude toward Lola herself. She acted precisely as she might have done bad there never been any idea that she herself should marry Sir Jaffray, and she bore herself toward Lola as though the latter, by her engagement to the baronet, had become a member of the inner circle of the family and was therefore to be treated as an intimate. "To see me, Challen?" she asked the man. "Ma foi, there is no such player in Paris," was the decided reply. "I may say I know every player of any conse' quence in the whole of Paris, but there "I believe in Paris," answered Beryl. Bat tbo old lady had not changed cm her side, and, though resolved to act up to the promise sao had made to Sir Jaffray before the marriage, she did not like the woman ho had chosen and would not pretend that she did. home." "Yes, miss. Ho said it was to gee you on particular business—private business, miss." she was saying abont seme ridiculous musician or other and a five stringed violin?" But she fought in vain, and from that moment onward she felt herself drawn closer and closer to him until she ceased at last to wage a useless fight. "Bit of a crank, I fancy," said Sir Jaffray, laughing; "said ho wanted some rot or other about a violin and that you'd been his pupil or something years ago. Turrian his name is. Do yon remember him?" "Bat I'm glad, father. Don't yon understand? I wouldn't have it otherwise if I could. It was a mistake from the first." "Are yon sure there is no mistake? What is his name?" Beryl smiled is none of that uame, I am sure." I "Do von know Montreux?" she asked. *iou Qimn • «mie Swiss place. I have been there twice, I think, in my rambles. Do you know it—a curious, Thus the homecoming was chilled on the threshold, aud Lola herself was both disappointed and irritated, and there was more of the old Isbmaelitish feeling of defiance in her manner than her husband had observed since the marriage. "Turner, miss, pronounced foreign. I couldn't qoito catch it, and he didn't give me a card." 77if man started Itark in his chair. an English young lady with soul, fire, enthusiasm, and it is her I am now seeking. '' He spoke with much lively gesticulation.Her return to England was thus unwelcome. So long as they were thousands of miles away from Europe she was safe against discovery, and could she have had her way she would have prolonged their journey indefinitely. "Do you think I don't know what's best in these things?" be asked. "Upon my word, times are getting on when a girl can coolly tell ber father that his plans for her marriage are 'a mistake from the first,' and with two estates that run side by side for miles, aud no boy to have this one. Mistake, indeed 1 Mis-fiddlestick!" He rustled with a gesture of impatient anger the paper he held and appeared to resume reading it, but a minute afterward be said, less irritably: dull, pretty place—the sort of little Lola laughed musically and showed her white, level teeth. "Well, I don't understand it, bnt I'll go and see bim." town you can look over from north to south and west to east in an hour or two and carry away as a memory photograph?"T7ie next instant the man waft on his back. ferent, and she could not hate him, and there was therefore but one possible result.She was neither so cordial at first that people could think she was Heekiug to hide any mortification under that cover nor so distant us to suggest hostility toward the girl who had supplanted her. She allowed the relations between tliem to develop naturally, and she drilled herself to take a keen interest in all the preparations for the mar- She went without waiting to take off her hat, thinking there was some mistake or that the visitor was on some begging expedition. "Excuse me if I say this is notLing to me," said Beryl stolidly when he paused. "It is a subject I can take no interest whatever in." With Jaffray himself his mother was all tenderness and love, but she felt the change in the position. "What, Pierre Turrian? Ob, do tell, as our friends across the water say I wish I'd stopped up to hear. Remember him? Of course. He's only a young man, fair, and would be handsome if he hadn't a curious expression on his face which I couldn't like He's a wonderful fiddler—wonderful—a genius with more than a touch of madness, but a wonderful player." But Sir Jaffray was beginning to feel a strong desire to be home. He loved the place and longed to be there and to seo Lola installed as its beautiful mistress. He would have hurried home earlier had he followed his own inclinations, but he could not interfeie to stop the pleasure which she showed on every occasion in all the incidents of their traveling. He was delighted, however, when at length he stood with Lola on the big Atlantic liner and watched the lighthouse at Sandy Hook growing dimmer and dimmer in the haze of distance and felt that they were homeward bound. "You never heard the name Turrian there as that of a violin player?" asked Beryl. She had chosen, moreover, that kind of holiday which helped to make indifference impossible. She saw her husband at his best during the whole time, and there was no incident of their travel to distract her from him, nothing that caught and held her attention which was not associated closely with him. It was the first time that he had come home from any of his wanderings when she herself had not had the first place in his thoughts. If the other woman had been Beryl, slie thought, it would have been tolerable, but to give place to Lola was nn bearable. "You wish to see me?" she asked when the man rose and bowed with the air of a man of the world ut bis ease. "I am ashamed I have taken your time without a shadow of reason. I have finished now. I have reason to know that the young lady had some associations here and that at one time you knew lier. She is MissCrawshay—Miss Lola C'rawsliay.'' "In Montreux?" And the Frenchman laughed. "Not at all. Poor little Montreux has never distinguished itself yet in producing anything so important as "Miss Beryl Leycester have I the pleasure of seeing?" " Wby didn't yon tell me you didn't want to marry him? That's just like yon women, and yet you will stick your noses into public business. You never know what you want at a time which lets the knowledge be of the least possible use. I didn't want to force you into the marriage, child I'm not a brute or a Bluebeard." riagi In this way she completely baffled Lola herself, quick and shrewd though the latter was. She could not understand that any woman who had really loved a man could see him taken away from her and yet harbor no auger against the woman who had taken him. "Yes, "she answered rather stiffly, not liking her closer scrutiny of him. a musician. Wait, wait. What am I She staid with them for a long time while they talked to her of their travels, aud Bhe listened attentively. She spoke as mieouceruedly as if she were discussing a servant. ' 'Then I have come to beg the honor of a few words on a matter which is of great consequence to" me. My name* is Turrian—Pierre Turrian. I don't know whether your fellow got it correctly." saving?" And be laughed heartily. "I have forgotten the mad abbe. Yon know Montrenxr No? Then yon will not I know of the good Abbe d'Eventin?" "No, I have never heard of liim." "May I tell yon? The good priest bad been no onC knows what before he ■ entered the holy chnrch. But, whatever j it was, it was something bad, we may be sure. Well, he had picked np a smattering of music, and be could play the yiolin, and he played it in such a way I leftSbe pii?K wbC\ my .usinCT had told 1 it hi r hadJ he stafiof go— a \/c-accut/fp—bis subj^rt "This was what he wanted," thought Beryl, with rapid intuition, "and ho has wandered through the maze of his silly story to get at this." More than all, however, he was a man bora to be loved by women—strong to command where strength was needed, gentle as a child where gentleness served, as brave as a man can be and courteous to the point of long suffering. In all bodily exercises he was exceptionally agilo and enduriug, and he possessed in u marked and extraordinary degreo just those qualities which to Lola were the type and embodiment of manhood. "Where did you know him "Switzerland, soon after convent. He taught me Fiiij "You have been a good correspondent, J affray — better than usual, I think." The baronet had thoughtfully made a point of writing much more frequently than he had been accustomed to write on former occasions. "The letters from you both have been most bright and interesting. You have had all mine, I suppose?" there was some talk about She did not even let her visitor see that she was surprised. my voice, you know." She "If she'd done it to me, I'd have poisoned her!" she exclaimed to herself more than once after she had been Watching Beryl closely and had been more puzzled than usual. "She can't have cared for him, or she's the most artful devil that ever wore petticoats. " "That is true—I am afraid quite true. Nevertheless you can render me a great service, and it may be that what I have to say will interest yon greatly. It may take eome time to say all I want to say, however. May I pray that you be Heated? I have a leg that is a bad servant since I—met with au accident some two years "I do not know the name." bim that at one time her f; "I have a friend of'that name, " sne gaid, as with caution. "What then?" He was surprised that Lola was silent and thoughtful. thought of putting her on The last connection was not very clear, but it let Beryl turn the question. There was no mistaking the gleam of quick, interested delight which passed over the foreigner's face at this, though he hastened to hide it under the mask of overdone gestures. It was a new thing for her to feel foreboding. but that she had refused to sion of the fact that was not and a mere reference to t "Bluebeard married all the women himself, dad," she said. Laughing and placing her hands on his shoulders, she leaned over him from behind, her faco so close to his that she could rub her cheek against his and kiss him ut every pause. "And you don't want mo for a wife yourself, yon know, do you? That would be horribly improper, and all the county would make a hullabaloo, and you'd lose your chairmanship of this, that and the other and be sent to CJoventry, and I'm not worth that, am I?" But now if what she had begun to dread came true she felt half helpless to grapple with it. And it was part of the effect of her new love and the fears it bred that the danger which, when she did not dread its coming, had seemed remote and all but impossible now appeared almost certain and inevitable. Sho blamed herself for not having taken any of the thousand precautions at the time of .Pierre's death which she no\y saw she ought to have taken, her father's words recurred to. ber oyer and over again: "Yea, I think so. We got the last batch at New York." was generally enough to turn him from snv awkward discussion. as to drive himself ontof his wits. Then She was bouud to yield in time to the forceful influence which he exercised, and the more she perceived this and struggled against it tho more irresistible did she find it. In time she came to the conclusion that Beryl's calmness was not, as alio had thought ut first, a mask, but the natural expression of a woman who had uo deep feelings to stir or in whom thay had never been stirmL ''That is good news for my violin!" he exclaimed. it was that he conceived a great inspiration—he was to revolutionise the world. And how do you think he was to do it? By adding a fifth string to the violin. Isn't that droll? A fifth string, my faith! Poor fellow!" "And what is your theory of the five stringed violin enthusiast? Is be a lunatic? He lias been here and was most impatient to know when yon would be back." "Were you under him long? Did he know that you were thinking of that?" "No, of course not," she answered ago." He placed a chair for her with an air of exaggerated politeness, and she sat down, out of consideration for him and disliking him more and more every Biinute. "But it can't be the same," said Beryl, with her former air of stolid stupidity. "(she doesn't play the fiddle at all." Continued on Dane four "Is the tale well known at Mon' treux?" asked Beryl after joining in her companion's expression of amusement.As her feelings softened so her fears waxed. She was afraid to grow to love him, because sho saw all tho dangers of it to her. "Five stringed violin?" exclaimed Sir J affray. "What do you mean?" Thus during the preparations for the wedding the two girls were much together, and when people knew that Beryl was to be the chief bridesmaid, and that she and Lidy Walcote were as keenly interested in all the details of the wedding as Lola herself, they read Beryl's conduct from the surface and agreed that she and not Sir .luffray was responsible for breakiug the family arrangement which had been generally understood tq e*i«. "No, no; that is lipbt. Her instrument is the piano, but brr soul is the soul of the heaven made inn Viau. She ' 'Theft, you haven't read ray letters. I told you about him and his queer visit to Beryl." of the Globe for r rheumatism! ■ NEURALGIA and similar Complaints, I and prepared under tlio strin C tii. M GERMAN MEDICAL LAWS. JA prescribed by eminent puysimans KtKi DR. RICHTER'S E?" ANCHOR"^ ■ PAIN EXPELLERl ■ World renowned! Remarkably sneecssf»1! ■ ■Only pfennlne wit h Trade Mark 44 Anchor. '■ ■ P. id. 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She was so rarely demonstrative in this way tbat he was quite perplexed, and when she had kissed him and mude him agree with her view of Sir Jaffray's engagement and had gone smiling out of the room he sat a couple of minutes iu puzzieu thought till the light broke in on him, and he smiled. Beryl's visitor did not speiik for some moments, but sat as though collecting his thoughts and seeking the best way to commence. PIERRE TVRRIAN'S STORY lives somewhere hen ?" he said, with a ; "Why, of course. What would you gesture of interrogation, in which hands have? Could it be otherwise? Every urand arms and shoulders and eyebrows chin in the gntter has the story off by "\Vho is he? What is it? 1 must have uns«*d it." all went up together. 1 heart," "iTO'to did not see him dead." "The foreign violin player, M. Pierre TnTrian, who has a theory about violins.""She is the wife of Sir Jaffrav Wal a most interesting story!" cote and is America with her riaid Beryl, who found much more inbusluuxl," ap**vefed Beryl in a com 1 tercet in it than she showed. Sir Jaffray rallied her once or twice when ho caught her blooding apparently-.How sne wished she had The girl eyed him very closely and curiously. He was well dressed, bis ulotlies being eut ineoniirtental faxhjon, flbd he had altogether the appearance of a man of the world, alert, resourceful, shrewd and, as she thought, calculating and vindictive. " Juffray, I think Fll go, dear I'm dead tired," exclaimed Lola, risiug the instant Lady Walcote finished. "We must have all the home news in the morning," she added, with a smile. monplaee, level tour, without a trace of animation in her fuce. • But she watched with astonishment' tho effect of the words. It emphasized two points in tho which the man told her. It shoyved whence lie bad stolen the id»*a for bis story about the fifth string, to think what a serious matter marriage is?" headed. "You'll have no end of fu§s. made of you in the county. Different-from the wild west." "I'm afraid I've been a bit hliudi I thought she eared for him a bit, and now here she is so infernally glad to be out of it that she can't help kissing and hugging me. Bless the child, if I'd known I'd have broken it off long ago. much as I wanted it. Heighoi If only the boy had lived, there'd have been 110 worry of this kind." And then he resumed his reading, interrupted by pauses of thought. Sir jaffray himself was delighted at the turn which things took, mid as every one seemed to be anxious to make matters smooth and agreeable for him he had good cause to be. For the two mouths which had been agrwd flpon as the term nf the engagement he lived in a lover's paradise, with nothing to rouse him to the truth. The man back in bis chair, all the light air which he had assumed dying instantly away, while in place of and it suggested that his connection with Montreux was at least as o.lyse as Beryl had at first "I suppose one is quizzed a bit," said Lola. "But I know most of the people, and I can mauage them, I think." So it had come already, she thought as she went away, with a great pang at her heart, but making no outward sign pf any kind. It. was evident to her that, the business which had tr.JUgiH nim tu Leicester l Aiurt v?ux, air tie had said, important, ind that he was cautiously deliberating how to introduce it and how not to make a mistake. the mask which he had been wearing it did not help her to any soluastonishment, disbelief, triumph und nob of the chief question as to what white rag*1 plnyvtl o*er hii face and was the reason why the man was seC?k gleamed ill tin* eyes which stared fixed- | jug Lola. It proved that th$ Reason was ly at her. For the instant the man's not what he had said, and that did hot true character showed itself nnmistaka- ejirry her far. bly to the calm eyes looked at ' It had another effect. Her companhim from the expressionless, wearied, ion's word had started a thought -,vliic^ disinterested face. afterward developed couoiderably. As His faith ome given was* jtiven absolutely; once belayed, was withdrawn forever. "Not inuvli /ear of that," replied ber hnsband, with a smile of admiration. VI here are not. many people yon could not manage. We shail have to have a function or two, and there'll be a bit of CH APTER VIII She did not care while she knew the tie between them was *er sidu one of tongue and \iot of heart. She knew, of votuse, that in the future, Pierre reappeared or not, she would need a clear head and calm judgment to walk safely, but \f she grew to love her husband she would be neither clear in head nor cnlm in jut FACE TO FACE ONCE MORE. That night was one of the hardest in It would have been idle to tell hin that Lola did not love him, and that he was being fooled. Beryl oould give herself no reason beyond her own instinctive reading of Lola's character, while even Lady Waloote did not agree with BerjL "My visit is h snrpyiie to you, no lionet, Mies Leyfester," he said at length, a smile of courtesy parting his lips and showing his white, long teeth. : "Necessarily," replied Beryl. "Yon don't know toy name—Turrian? You are sure yon never beard it as that tola's life, but flie faced the crisis foss when we get hack, I i xi JDjt with all the KtniifJfi of her most re- W® won't stay longer thau you likv at ronrceful character Jlnd came out of it the manor. We'll get up to towiD. We I undaunted and determined. Bhall have to go about a bit,yo» know." I 8reat was er mastery and bo "Yes, marriage isn't an excuse for ) strong ber powers of acting that bir jcfyrf • «• t:-4:.s i' v .} !o I,, j. I J\ffr-T£id not dftrc* a Fln?le C\vn?"tonD But he never doubted for a moment that he bad now read Beryl's feelings accurately, and she was careful to keep «p her spirits and keep down her feelinais until her father was unite recon- The moment afterward he was again i the Frenchman had teen speaking of the actor, cnrsinir himself for havinsr • ftfoutreux. Beryl had beeu struck hy the
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Title | Pittston Gazette |
Masthead | Pittston Gazette, Volume 48 Number 8, October 01, 1897 |
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Title | Pittston Gazette |
Masthead | Pittston Gazette, Volume 48 Number 8, October 01, 1897 |
Volume | 48 |
Issue | 8 |
Subject | Pittston Gazette newspaper |
Description | The collection contains the archive of the Pittston Gazette, a northeastern Pennsylvania newspaper published from 1850 through 1965. This archive spans 1850-1907 and is significant to genealogists and historians focused on northeastern Pennsylvania. |
Publisher | Pittston Gazette |
Physical Description | microfilm |
Date | 1897-10-01 |
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Full Text | FhI a l»I I Ki"iO. i VUb. XLVlII Ma. ». i Olaest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER i, 1897. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. • qll.UO p«*r Year i in Advance, ipyp^mAY /* I autmor OF • . A T 1 "n,5£:R HOADLf.v3 j£C IftNT RA A 'iiti "» *D*/ § "THt irtsi tin of ncwinopt 5 IUNI.OA I I '"C* WHOSf WND--CC !f)« V. 'J' /'V-.U i) r 'THE OLD HILL MYirtRY w ecT tcf ° ~ ~ v c. O* fUtCHT Tne AUTHOR. Whether or not a longer engagement would huve led to his disillusion it is difficult to say, but the end of the two months' engagement and the iipproitch of the wedding day found bini more infatuated than ever with Lola, and Beryl was so glad at his quite boyish delight that she prayed earnestly her own unpleasant anticipations and forebodings might never be realized. of man or woman—Turrian—of M011- trrux?" And lie pronounced it with deliberate emphasis and looked hard into Beryl's face. lost his self control and speculating angrily whether this dull, stupid, conceited English girl had noticed anything. idea that in so small a place It must tie exceedingly easy to And out anything about anybody, and from this it was an easy though gradual development that in such a place she herself could readily make any necessary inquiries. So long as she couiri part from him, if all were discovered, without any loss except such as touched her social position and her money interests, she felt that she could go through all with the certaintv of ultimate success. Galilee. It makes one look out for tbem rather." ot tbe struggle which absorbed lier, Through the night sbe lay awake, never moving, lest she should wake him and co disturb her own opportunity for thought, and perhaps arouse his suspi- So quickly did his expression change that there seemed to be scarcely a pause before he answered, though in a voice which vibrated with the shock of the surprise: "There won't be much looking out for them, 1 promise you. When once you're seeii, they'll come fast enough." Not to my knowledge," she replied, "No, no, probably not, probably not. Ma foi, how should you? It is a name common enough, and any one could easily hear it and then forget it again. Is it not so?" "Isuppose so, but I'd rather have our time back there," with a movement of the head toward the west, "than a London season." cions that something was amisi That idea did notcome for sometime, however, and in the meantimo Beryl was troubled to know whether she ought But if she loved her husband there were a thousand and one complications which might follow, each of which would be a source of undoing. Theie were two courses open to her. One was to tell tiir .l.vtl'r.iy at once tbe whole matter and trust to his love for her; tbe other was to face it out and dare the man she hated to do bis worst. "1 should think you may be right, and that this is not the same .Miss Crawshay. It could not be, of course. The enthusiast that I knew was living abroad with her father, not thinking of marrying one of your English noble- &Y iW m to speak to Sir Jaffray's mother and tell her what had passed in the interview with Pierre Turrian. RET' HANOI The wedding was brilliant. It took place ou a glorious day in the late autumn, and the whole district of Mosscombe and round Walcote kept holiday, Lola having urged that everything should be done to give to the event the utmost possible importance for the largest number of people. Sir J affray had given this wish of hers the most liberal interpretation, and lor many years the county had not seen a marriage marked by more ceremony and pomp and accompanied by such widespread merrymaking and lavishly generous hospitality. "1 have never heard it," repeated Beryl, irritated because be dwelt on the point. "But what is the business you have come on?" It was no trouble to her to feign love, to school herself to seem happy in her husband's presence, to be bright and cheerful with liim and to shower upon him a hundred attentions which seemed the spontaneous outcome of a desire to please, but were in reality the more shrewdly chosen because a clever calculation prompted each aud all. "You'll grow out. of that fast enough," he said. "But I'm glad you haven't been bored. After all, there's no place like the manor, to my mind. I'm awlully fond of tbe old place, and on my word I go back to it with greater gusto every time I've been away." Then, after a long pause, he added, "I shall like it better than ever with you at its head, Lola, and I think you'll get to feel about it pretty much as I do." If the man at her side had been different, if his sense of honor and morbid fear of the suspicion of dishonor had been less acute, she would havo told him all and trusted to her love to win him to cling to her through the publicity and scandal which would inevitably follow when Pierre was set at defiance.There was also the further question as to Lola herself. Ought she to be told? "Precisely. That is the point. Just so. What is the business? Well, I have not come to talk about myself or about my name. That has nothing whatever to do with it, nothing whatever." Then ho added, with another of the smiles which the girl found so unpleasant: "That I mentioned it so pointedly at all is only my vanity. It would have been with deep, deep pleasnre if I bnd found that the reputation not of myseif, but of my violin—I am a musician— had reached to Leycester Court, but I could not expect it, and I am rightly served. To be frank, it is s question I put everywhere, everywhere I go, be cause my fame is my life." men." "Then it must bo the same," said Beryl in the same level tone in which she had struck her first blow. "Lady Walcote came from the continent only about two years ago." This was a problem over which Beryl spent many hours of thought. If there was any evil in the matter, anything which threatened Lola, not for all the world would Beryl have the news of it come through her. It would look all too much like the result of some vindictive feeling on her part. eiled to the fact of the arrangement having come to an untimely end. With Sir Jaffray, Beryl took a somewhat similar course. CHAPTER V. "MY NAME IS TURRIAN—PIERRE TUR- But he was not to be caught off his guard twice. Gradually she was surprised at the ease with which this acting was done aud the pleasure which it seemed to give her in the doing, nor did she guess the reul source of the pleasure until an iucident which happened when they had been away seme two or three months revealed the truth to her. R1AN. " "I shall, if you make it a pleasant place to me," she answered, witli a laughing look of affection. "If not, I shall hate it." But she dared not. Beryl had not written the letter of congratulation to her cousin without a considerable struggle. "Of course I guessed it long ago, Jaffray." she said. ' 'Do you think yon and 1 have been like brother and sister without my being able to read a good many of your thoughts? Of course not." And she laughed without the least ap parent restraint. "Well, if so I am more than fortunate. It is great news, grand news. If I can start my mission with the wife of a nobleman at the head of it in England, my cause is already more than half won." But, on the other hand, if Beryl said nothing and it transpired afterward that the man had been to her, her silence would bo open to misconception. She knew that Sir Jaffray, with all the influences that were round him, the strong love of truth that dominated him, the capacity to suffer rather than be touched with a taint of dishonor, would put her away from him at once, and probably he would never see her again. She did not like and did not trust Lola, and she had noticed in her many things that had sharpened this distrust. "I'll try not to make yon do that. I shall be glad when we get there. We're due, in tomorrow afternoon, and if all goes as it has hitherto we shall be well up to time. We shall be home before midnight, all being well. I'm afraid that our getting in at such a time will a bit upset any arrangements which tbe Waloote people may have made for Both Lady Walcote and Beryl were glad when it was all over, and the girl was pleased to think that she could now slip back into her quieter life, w ith the knowledge that she had played her part properly and made quite plain her attitude tow a id the marriage. She resolved in the end, therefore, to go to Walcote manor aud in the course of conversation tell Lady Walcote, as it were casually, of the man's visit, giving his object as described by himself. They had ridden into a far outlying town in ono of the southern states, and Lola was standing in the street alone waiting for her husband, who had been detained ji the place where they had stabled the hcrses. A couple of drunken rowdies passed, and, noticing her beauty, stopped and spoke to her. She took no notice except to glance at them with so much contempt in her expression that one of them lost his temper and, with a deep oath, tried to clutch her by the wrist, vowing he'd kiss her for her insolence.She bad at one time seen a great deal of Lola, as Mrs. Villyers had made many efforts to bring the two girls togetj»er, and though at first Beryl had to some extent coruo within the influence of Lola's unquestionably attractive manner there had been no regard or real affection between them. He noticed that she was unusually demonstrative. "Her husband is a great lover of music," said Beryl, and she saw that some change in the tone of her voice made him flash one of those keen glances of his right into her eyes. She parried it by assuming u look of languor. "Have yon anything' more to ask?" And she rose. Tbe alternative was to face the other man and dare him to do What be pleased. What, would he do? "I taought it would surprise you," he said. Beryl saw that for some rearon he was misleading her and doing it clumsily ai-d laboriously. She did not contemplate that there could be any real intimacy between her and Lola, but she felt that as they were to live as near neighbors all through their lives there must always be some degree of friendly relationship maintained.O11 her return home she did this and suggested further that it might be well to write and tell Lola of the fact "If it surprised me, it was because it didn't come sooner. I've always known that there must ootne a time when this would happen ou your sido or mine"— she laughed again as she said this— "and I always wondered how it would feel if I were to lie first, you know, and had to tell you, just as if you were really my brother. 1 ol'ten wondered how I should do it or how yon'd do it if you were first. I never thought yon'd think of keeping such a thing secret And I've watched you, you know, and seen it growing and wondered why you never uttered a word. I should have told you what I guessed the otber night at Torquay—the night the mother wrote us those most ridiculously mistaken letters—only, if you remember, Mrs. De Witt came out and stopped us in the middle. And, after all, you can't make an opportunity for that sort of confidence. It has to co-.ue naturally." reception, but we must have 'em up next day and give 'em a lunch or a feed of some kind. Wonderful cure for disappointment is a good feed. Jove, I shall be glad to sfee tbe old place again I'' There was that scene on tbe Devil's rock, but there was no proof of what she had done. Besides, if there were, what did it matter? If she was to be dragged from the place to which she had climbed, wkat did it matter how far she fell? A~3*tJe deeper Wouia make no difference. "Will you tell me, please, what it is you want?" she said sharply. • She described the incident in a way which excited no feeling on Lady Walcote's purt except laughter, and it was in this vein that the latter spoke of it in a postscript to a letter to Sir Jaffray. The letter was dispatched to await the baronet and his wife at New York, as the time was drawing near for their return to England. Cjuite irrespective of ber own disappointment—and bow deep arid stinging and hitter that was no one but herself knew—Beryl was dead against the marriage. She felt that Lola did not love Jaffray even with such love as sho was capable of feeling. She had bewitched him with her lustrous beauty and glamoured him with ber surface sensuous charms, but that was all. "You English are so practical, so pointed, so blunt. Yes, 1 will nil yfu. 1 am meditating a work that 1 belitve will have a picdigious effect ou the musical world. It is u tn utise on my instrument, the violin. I am advocating nothing less than the addition of a filth string to my beloved instrument That is a daring thing to do, Miss Leycester, is it not?" Her visitor rose at the same time. "I thank you very much for the courtesy and kindness with which you have received me and for the time you have given me." And he bowed with the exaggerated politeness which had irritated Beryl. It was a great relief to her, however, that Sir Jaffray and Lola plauned a very long honeymoon. Lola would not Tbht night, tbe last they were to spend on board, the baronet went up on deck to smoke a cigar alter supper, and Lola went with hiin. It was a clear, crisp, sharp air, and the moon and stars were shining brightly. She took his ami, and, pressing closely to him, walked up and down the deck. Need she fall at all? That was the question. He reckoned without her strength and pluck, however, and as be grasped at her she pushed him violently backward and struck him with the heavy end of her big riding whip in the face. He staggered back and measured his length on the roadway, to the intense amusement of his companion, who laughed and swore gleefully. "Montreux, I thick yon said?" she asked as he reach* d the door and his hand w as on the handle. It was in this way that the warning was sent to Lola that her first husband was alive and had already hunted her down. She knew Pierre well, bad seen through and through bis sordid little soul, and could count up easily enough the price that would Duy him. Comfort, ease, luxury, money for his vices— these were his ambitions, and she could satisfy him. Sir Jaffray had settled on her an ample dowry, and she could easily get more money if she wanted it. Had Beryl written as she felt, therefore, ber letter would have been very different, but sho had a far too genuine friendship for her cousin to want to cause him anything but pleasure. "What do yon want with me?" she asked impatiently. He turned quickly at the question, which he seemed in some way to resent. "Our last night at sea, Jaffray," she said. "I am troubling yon, I see. 1 am sorry," lie Kaid, lifting Lis white, thin bands and fbragging his shoulders, wliile onf of his blue eyes she caught a sharp, swift glance that almost startled her with its keenness and toid her bo was acting and wanted to read the effect upon her. She tried to look as stupid and impassive as possible. "Montreux is my birthplace, Miss Leycester. I am Pierre Turrian of Montreux, tbe violin player. That is all of my connection with Montreux. My teaching has been elsewhere." CHAPTER VII. HOW LOLA HEARD THE NEWS. "And a lovely one, eh?" The news that Pierre Turrian was alive did not reach Lola at New York, owing to a mischance. Sir Jaffray and she arrived there some days later than they had planned and not until the evening of the day before that on which they were booked to sail. When he got up, the ruffian, red with rage and swearing that he would have revenge, approached Lola, who awaited his attack with unflinching courage, eying him steadily the whole time. .Rendered cautious by his first defeat, he held off for a moment watching bis opportunity, and then with a cunuing feint he put. her off her guard and rushed in, pinioned her arms and held her. "Never had a better in my life," he enthusiastically. "Didn't know marriage was half so good." "Have you enjoyed tbe time?" Site would have done her utmost to prevent the match, but she would not say a word to wound Sir J affray's fceling.She would go through with it, face it as she bad faced her troubles and fought them down, and so great was her fighting instinct that, though she knew the whole happiness' of her life would be at stake, the excitement of the prospect was not altogether unpleasing. "Oh, I thought you meant you had bad Lady Waleote as a pupil there," she replied, as though the point were unimportant. "Or you might have tried it before?" And she laughed. Nor was this feeling altogether free from a touch of self, So far as she could help it, not a soul should think that she was in reality anything but pleased at the marriage. She was no fool to mope aud pule over a lost romance, aud she held uo ridiculous ideas exaggerating the effects of tbe disappointment to ber. It would have been an infinite acid indescribable pleasure to pass through life by the side of Sir Jaffray as his wife, but she did not intend that the breaking of the dream should gloom and spoil ber life. lie listened to her closely, comparing tho unusual manner with her customary calm res r* \ and he got much nearer to the real state of her feelings than hail hi r father. It hurt him, but be showed no sign of this in his manner, seeming to fail in with her humor. "If I'd met you before," he replied, like a lover. "1 really don't care whether the violin has -1 rr 6 or 50 strings," she answered as if crossly, but really interested now. "Ol* no, no, not at all; not there! It was in Paris, Paris, that 1 had the pleasure. Oh, no, no I That would be ridiculous. Paris is where I have made my fame, such fame as I possess, not Montreux. That is not of the world at all." "I'm glad I've given you one span of happiness, Jafl'ray," she said, and the tone iu which she spoke seemed rather sad. The letters were thus thrnst away to be read on board the steamer, and in the confusion the postscript was overlooked.In the early hours of the morning she fell asleep, and &ir Jaffray, waking in the gray light, found her sleeping quietly and peaeefolly, with a slight flush tinting her cheeks such as be bad seen when she was excited and pleased. "Tliat seems to me inconceivable, absolutely imiossible. If I had a 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 a learner. I could—but what am 1 doing? I am an enthusiast; you are uninterested. I apologize. Pray forgive me." She struggled to free her hands, but the fellow's sinews were too much for her, and she was beginning to fear that he would overpower her when she heard him vent a hoarse, guttural, choking sound and saw that Sir Jaffray had come up and caught him by the tbroat, half strangling him in his ficroe temper. The next instant the man was on his back again in the roadway, flung there with great violence by her husband.Had she known the news Lola would have turned back at any risk and have arranged to prolong an experience which had been the biightest of her life. "It seems to have changed you a good bit," be said. "You're not like the same girl in some ways." "She's a good little soul, the little woman," he answered, "but she does put her foot in it sometimes. I wish now I had told you about this, Beryl. I hope you'll get 011 with Lola." He laughed as he said this with the air of one who would langh out of existence the cobwebs of an absurdity, and the echo of his laugh had not died away wheu the door closed behind him. "Not with you?" She put the question in a tone that touched him at once. "Fni the same with you. You forget that till you came into it mine was a fighting life." When she went down to breakfast, she was quite herself—alert, vigilant, resourceful, high spirited and so suggestive of strength of will and purpose that Sir Jaffray noticed it and was pleased. go to the continent, but preferred America and would not be satisfied until Sir Jaffray had agreed to take her over the ground of one of his rough buntiug and shooting expeditions. She was no conventional bride, she declared, and didn't want a conventional honeymoon, and he yielded to this, as to everything she asked. She hent over him from behind She had never dreamed that marriage with Sir Jaffray would bring the hap piness to her which sho had found in it. She had married him from motives which were purely worldly and selfish. She bad to make a position. She loved ease and luxury. She was done with love and sentiment, and she chose a husband as a man might choose a profession, because it gave her all that she wanted with the least personal effort and difficulty.She would rather that it had been any one else thau Lola; but, even so, she was preparod to accept what was inevitable. Thus wben Sir Jaffray came sbe surprised him as much with ber cheerfulness as she had surprised her father by tbe way she had told the news to him. A chill seemed to touch tbe girl's heart at tho sound of the name, but she answered quickly and with warmth: Beryl went to another room, the window of which ccmmaudtf a view of the drive, and, herself unseen, watched him as he walked away slowly like one in thought. Once or twice he turned stealthily and slyly to look back at the bouse, and the girl imagined that even when be was a long way from the house she could see on his face the sharp, forbidding, evil, menacing look which had more than once distorted his handsome, cruel features. "So that chap must have thought in Calladua," he said, laughing at the recollection of the way she had treated the man who had tried to insult her. "I hope so. We've not seen so much of one another lately as wo used to, but she'll be nearer when she's at the manor. How is Lady Walcote?" He put it down to her being at home at the manor. Beryl bowed very slightly cat looked wearied and impatient. "Are you hurt, Lola?" he asked, with the pain of suspense in his eyes. "Seems to have done you good to get home, Lola," he said. "You're not the same woman you were on tbe boat. Where are your omens?" He smiled. "I did not want to talk of my work or my project either," he said, resuming. "It is only incidental, though I am so full of it that, like a hen that would lay an egg, I must cackle of it. But, alas, right in the middle of a path stands a difficulty. I am rich in my art, wealthy in my love of my instrument, but poor in my pocket To storm the world with a musical treatise for a weapon is impossible to the man without means. I am seeking the means." "But you had to come to tbe rescue then. I wonder if you always would and will." "She is coming over to see you today some time, I think. She saw Lola the day before yesterday, you know. She went to Mosscombe, to Mrs. Villyers." They planned a tour, then, which would take some months, and itwasresolved that they should be away during the whole of the winter and not return until the new year was at least four or five months old. "No, not in the least. Come away. That brute's getting up again." "I'm afraid it'll be a disappointment to you, father," she said, when telling "We don't breed cowboys in old England," he answered. "Where, indeed?" she replied, laughing back. "I'm afraid I must have been upset by the voyage. Perhaps I thought I was going to be shipwrecked. But I'll be safe here, eh?" There was more in her words than he understood. "We women sell ourselves, and she is the shrewdest who fetches the biggest price." had been one of her favorite opinions, and she was glad that she had b«*u able to marry where the man would pay so freely and where he personally was not undesirable. The fellow was on his feet again dt rectly, and both he and his companion had drawn their revolvers. him of Sir Jaffray's engagement, "bu; "I am glad sbe has given way, Jaffray," said Beryl pleasantly. "Of course I know what sbe thought. It would have been a great pain to her and to you if she had not been able to do what you wish. I am very glad." "True, but there are other villains. Do you believe in omens, Jaffray?" She put the question impetuously. I was always afraid we shouldn't be »bl« to do what you wished. I tried becairm I saw that you and his mother wished it, and I d have gone through with it, but I must confess it's a relief." "You don't shoot women in these parts, do you?" said Sir Jaffray sternly. "Wait. Come, Lola." Beryl was heartily glad of the arrangement It would spare ber from what was a great secret pain—the continual presence of Sir Jaffray—and she reckoned that by the time of their re turn sbe would have drilled herself so thoroughly in tbe altered state of things that the pain and smart of the wound would be past. « Long alter be bad disappeared amid the small clump of fir trees which fringed both sides of the drive close to the turn of the lodge gates Beryl remained leaning against the window frame looking out, full of the foreboding which the man's visit had roused. "Yes, of a kind," he said. "When I've been hunting big game, for instance, and missed at the first shot, I always took it for an omen that if I didn't hit with the second I should have a bad time, and I took good care not to miss, I can tell you." "You ought to be if anywhere," he answered. He led her away to a house that was open at some little distance, uad, putting her inside, told her to wait. Her father, who as a county man took great interest in the public affairs of the district aud bad only a dim perception of what went on in his own house, put mi bis pince-nez and looked at ber shrewdly. He was very fond of Beryl in his way, and his chief complaint was that sbe was not a boy, but he thought be knew ber so well that of course be did not understand ber at all and had no couception of tbe capable brain there was behind the calm, regu- "I find everyone's awfully good," returned Sir Jaffray, and then Beryl led away the talk to other subjects, striving hard to make her cousin believe that, so far as she herself was concerned, she was not anythiug but perfectly pleased at tbe news. But she had made one miscalculation in her plana "Even if I manage to offend tbe very great personages who come bere?" "Yes. What is the cost of adding a fifth string to a fiddle?" asked Beryl stupidly. "I thought they were cheap." "You mustn't go back, Jaffraj," she said, a fear that she had never felt foe herself awaking on account of him, and she clung to him to keep him by her. "You won't do that. People aren't easy to take offense with Walcote." She was a woman whose heart was not dead, as she believed, but rather bad never been quickened into life. He glanced sharply at her to see if she Mere laughing at him, but the cold, impassive, uninterested expression of her fac« reassured him. Then, being a practical girl of method, she went to her room and wrote out every word that she could remember of the interview and added her comments and the impressions which had been caused, and she locked the whole away in her most secret and secure hiding place. "Oh, I dou't mean things you can avoid." "Where's the mother—Lady Walcote? I suppose I may call her mother?" She set herself a liberal round of daily work of a varied kind and held to it with the resolve that it should provide her sufficient occupation to keep her aloof from much intercourse with Walcote manor. She hnd imagined thut she could go through life as a sort of unemotional lay figure by the side of a husband whom she did not love, suffering his caresses and endearments, but not returning them or at most paying with simulated affection for the comforts with which he would surround her. But in her there were no neutral tints. She must love or hate. "Don't be afraid," he said kindly, and, putting her band off his arm with a firm, gentle strength, he went out agaiu. He walked straight up to the bully who had assaulted Lola, and, disregarding contemptuously the revolver which the man held threateningly, struck him with his clinched fist a fearful blow in the face, knocking him down with a thud which resounded all across the road. The man lay like a stunned ox. Then Sir Jaffray turned to the companion, but he, seeing what had happened, fired his revolver at random and ran away, swearing. "Then I don't believe in any other. Bad luck doesn't begin with a man as a rnle till he's made a mess of things for himself." "She's not coming down to breakfast. She's not used to our wild west early rising. Besides, she was up late. She'll be down to lunch." But she said not one word in praise of Lola or one which could lead him to believe that sho liked the woman he bad chosen for his wife or thongbt he had chosen wisely and well. "It is uot the cost of the string I am seeking," he said, "but the agents who will take from me the inspiration and help me to proclaim my idea to the world." "Yes, bnt I mean if you fear something's going to happen?" "Did you sit up late? I was horribly tired. I couldn't stay? What was that But she laid her plans in necessary ignorance of a course of events which were destined to mix her up more closely than ever with Sir Jaffray aud Lola. The points which stood out most clearly in her mind were that the foreigner, Pierre Turrian, had some very strong motive for finding Lola; that the tale he told about his musical mission was from start to finish a falsehood; that the fact of the marriage of Lola to Sir Jaffray had moved him beyond all power of self control; that in someway Montreux was mixed up in the matter, and that he had been anxious to learn whether LoJa had ever mentioned the name of Turrian to her. lar and at times beautiful face. Strangely enough, he was really anxious to get some such expression from her, and he staid longer than ho would otherwise have done in the endeavor, but he failed, and the failure disappointed and irritated him. " Bat a man doesn't fear that unless he knows there's something that can happen. A man who walks straight isn't afraid of tumbling into the ditch at the roadside. But once I had a presentiment, by the way, and it came true," he added after a pause. "Do you really mean that Jaffray's going away from his word? Why, it was all but settled." The thing that appealed to him chiefly was that it looked like a breach of contract "And do you mean you didn't want to marry him? Tfoo never said that before, child." "I am afraid"— began Beryl, but be stopped her with a wave of the hand. In the early part of the New Year Beryl was booked for a visit to an old friend's house, and after busying herself with some of the preparations she was walking one afternoon in the park close by the drive and not far from the house when she noticed a stranger going toward the house. Her father frequently bad people whom she did not know to call upon him on various mutters of business, but strangers were still rare enough to attract attention, and this one was certainly out of the common."You cannot help me, you would say, but you can, I think and I hope—not yourself, not yourself. Please listen. I have in many parts of the world pupils who have studied under ma It is them I am seeking, to gather them into a company, to touch them with the fire that burns in me and bind tbem into a band who shall proclaim everywhere what I wish. Among them I bad ouoe Sir Jaffray's nature fired her, and the more she endeavored to assure herself of her own coldness of heart the more was she moved by him. The very indifference which she affected helped to overcome her. She could not be indif- He tried to bo vexed with her in bis thoughts, but he only succeeded in feeling dissatisfied, aud he could not shake off the impression that in some way it was an ill omen not to have Beryl'a good word. * "I didn't want to seem to thwart your plans, father," Beryl auswered, returning his look calmly. „ "Have you two made this up between you?" he burst out, as if with a sadden instinct of shrewd conjeoture. "I call it infamousI" His own misconception "When I saw yon that day in the little woman's lionse, I had a presentiment that yon would be my wife, and here wo are." "What was that?" Wheu Sir Jaffray went back to Lola, be found her more agitated than he had ever seen her, and she did not seem herself again for many hours and indeed for days afterward. Throughout the time that followed Beryl did her utmost to mislead others as to her real opinions. Lady Walcote came to see her, and she went to the manor just as usual, and even the close and loving intimacy which existed between the two women never led Beryl to say a word other than that she bad always tried to carry out the arrangement for the sake of the family interests, bnt that, it was a relief to her to have an end put to it. Lady Walcote at first questioned this and made her doubts plain enough, but Beryl held to her position and in the end prevailed. For some days the matter lay like a cloud ujxmi ber, and while she was on her visit to her friends she could not dispel it. One incident of that visit «erved indeed to keep the subject uppermost in her thoughts. He laughed pleasantly and pressed her arm, and she thought it wiser to say no more about omens after what he had said. that there was a plot not to do that He did not understand the cause of it all. which be wished irritated him. "I'll , give him a piece of my mind," be added.Their arrival at Walcote manor was necessarily very quiet. They reached Liverpool in the afternoon of the following day, and as soon as the baggage oould be got together started for home. He waa fair, handsomo and foreign looking, and the girl had time to notice him closely, as tbey were both walking toward the bouse, and bo was some 20 or 30 yards ahead of ber. In that instant tho revelation had come of the new feeling which was developing in her, and the knowledge, in view of all that it meant, had agitated her as much as any incident in all her turbulent life. Among the guests was a Frenchman who was a noted amateur violinist, and | Beryl, finding him one evening next to her at dinner, asked him whether he knew the name of Turrian as a violin player. "No, we have mado up nothing, father. Simply the thing has fallen through because it was impracticable. This sort of thing may be done when there's a lack of feeling on one side, but it's impossible when there's bone on either side." Lady Walcote had remained in the house by Lola's special wish—one of the results of the change in her feelings —and Lola did her uioiost to follow up the kindlier letters sh,1 had written with a greeting of reaiiy affectionate warmth. As she entered the house by a side door the servant met ber and said that there was a visitor waiting to see ber in the library. In the days that followed, Sir Jaffray noticed for the first time in his wife a waywardness and uncertainty of temper which were quite unusual, and they surprised and rather grieved him. She was in reality fighting against her new emotions and striving resolutely to conquer them. "Seems to have done you good to gci "Turrian, Turrian?" he repeated j "Where is he known?" "It's infamous!" be repeated, now quite angry. "I'll post the man all over the county. I'll hound bim out of the place. I never heard of such a thing. We might be shopkeepers, making aud breaking engagements of the sort." What did more than unything else, however, to muke tho girl's real feelings difficult to understand was ber attitude toward Lola herself. She acted precisely as she might have done bad there never been any idea that she herself should marry Sir Jaffray, and she bore herself toward Lola as though the latter, by her engagement to the baronet, had become a member of the inner circle of the family and was therefore to be treated as an intimate. "To see me, Challen?" she asked the man. "Ma foi, there is no such player in Paris," was the decided reply. "I may say I know every player of any conse' quence in the whole of Paris, but there "I believe in Paris," answered Beryl. Bat tbo old lady had not changed cm her side, and, though resolved to act up to the promise sao had made to Sir Jaffray before the marriage, she did not like the woman ho had chosen and would not pretend that she did. home." "Yes, miss. Ho said it was to gee you on particular business—private business, miss." she was saying abont seme ridiculous musician or other and a five stringed violin?" But she fought in vain, and from that moment onward she felt herself drawn closer and closer to him until she ceased at last to wage a useless fight. "Bit of a crank, I fancy," said Sir Jaffray, laughing; "said ho wanted some rot or other about a violin and that you'd been his pupil or something years ago. Turrian his name is. Do yon remember him?" "Bat I'm glad, father. Don't yon understand? I wouldn't have it otherwise if I could. It was a mistake from the first." "Are yon sure there is no mistake? What is his name?" Beryl smiled is none of that uame, I am sure." I "Do von know Montreux?" she asked. *iou Qimn • «mie Swiss place. I have been there twice, I think, in my rambles. Do you know it—a curious, Thus the homecoming was chilled on the threshold, aud Lola herself was both disappointed and irritated, and there was more of the old Isbmaelitish feeling of defiance in her manner than her husband had observed since the marriage. "Turner, miss, pronounced foreign. I couldn't qoito catch it, and he didn't give me a card." 77if man started Itark in his chair. an English young lady with soul, fire, enthusiasm, and it is her I am now seeking. '' He spoke with much lively gesticulation.Her return to England was thus unwelcome. So long as they were thousands of miles away from Europe she was safe against discovery, and could she have had her way she would have prolonged their journey indefinitely. "Do you think I don't know what's best in these things?" be asked. "Upon my word, times are getting on when a girl can coolly tell ber father that his plans for her marriage are 'a mistake from the first,' and with two estates that run side by side for miles, aud no boy to have this one. Mistake, indeed 1 Mis-fiddlestick!" He rustled with a gesture of impatient anger the paper he held and appeared to resume reading it, but a minute afterward be said, less irritably: dull, pretty place—the sort of little Lola laughed musically and showed her white, level teeth. "Well, I don't understand it, bnt I'll go and see bim." town you can look over from north to south and west to east in an hour or two and carry away as a memory photograph?"T7ie next instant the man waft on his back. ferent, and she could not hate him, and there was therefore but one possible result.She was neither so cordial at first that people could think she was Heekiug to hide any mortification under that cover nor so distant us to suggest hostility toward the girl who had supplanted her. She allowed the relations between tliem to develop naturally, and she drilled herself to take a keen interest in all the preparations for the mar- She went without waiting to take off her hat, thinking there was some mistake or that the visitor was on some begging expedition. "Excuse me if I say this is notLing to me," said Beryl stolidly when he paused. "It is a subject I can take no interest whatever in." With Jaffray himself his mother was all tenderness and love, but she felt the change in the position. "What, Pierre Turrian? Ob, do tell, as our friends across the water say I wish I'd stopped up to hear. Remember him? Of course. He's only a young man, fair, and would be handsome if he hadn't a curious expression on his face which I couldn't like He's a wonderful fiddler—wonderful—a genius with more than a touch of madness, but a wonderful player." But Sir Jaffray was beginning to feel a strong desire to be home. He loved the place and longed to be there and to seo Lola installed as its beautiful mistress. He would have hurried home earlier had he followed his own inclinations, but he could not interfeie to stop the pleasure which she showed on every occasion in all the incidents of their traveling. He was delighted, however, when at length he stood with Lola on the big Atlantic liner and watched the lighthouse at Sandy Hook growing dimmer and dimmer in the haze of distance and felt that they were homeward bound. "You never heard the name Turrian there as that of a violin player?" asked Beryl. She had chosen, moreover, that kind of holiday which helped to make indifference impossible. She saw her husband at his best during the whole time, and there was no incident of their travel to distract her from him, nothing that caught and held her attention which was not associated closely with him. It was the first time that he had come home from any of his wanderings when she herself had not had the first place in his thoughts. If the other woman had been Beryl, slie thought, it would have been tolerable, but to give place to Lola was nn bearable. "You wish to see me?" she asked when the man rose and bowed with the air of a man of the world ut bis ease. "I am ashamed I have taken your time without a shadow of reason. I have finished now. I have reason to know that the young lady had some associations here and that at one time you knew lier. She is MissCrawshay—Miss Lola C'rawsliay.'' "In Montreux?" And the Frenchman laughed. "Not at all. Poor little Montreux has never distinguished itself yet in producing anything so important as "Miss Beryl Leycester have I the pleasure of seeing?" " Wby didn't yon tell me you didn't want to marry him? That's just like yon women, and yet you will stick your noses into public business. You never know what you want at a time which lets the knowledge be of the least possible use. I didn't want to force you into the marriage, child I'm not a brute or a Bluebeard." riagi In this way she completely baffled Lola herself, quick and shrewd though the latter was. She could not understand that any woman who had really loved a man could see him taken away from her and yet harbor no auger against the woman who had taken him. "Yes, "she answered rather stiffly, not liking her closer scrutiny of him. a musician. Wait, wait. What am I She staid with them for a long time while they talked to her of their travels, aud Bhe listened attentively. She spoke as mieouceruedly as if she were discussing a servant. ' 'Then I have come to beg the honor of a few words on a matter which is of great consequence to" me. My name* is Turrian—Pierre Turrian. I don't know whether your fellow got it correctly." saving?" And be laughed heartily. "I have forgotten the mad abbe. Yon know Montrenxr No? Then yon will not I know of the good Abbe d'Eventin?" "No, I have never heard of liim." "May I tell yon? The good priest bad been no onC knows what before he ■ entered the holy chnrch. But, whatever j it was, it was something bad, we may be sure. Well, he had picked np a smattering of music, and be could play the yiolin, and he played it in such a way I leftSbe pii?K wbC\ my .usinCT had told 1 it hi r hadJ he stafiof go— a \/c-accut/fp—bis subj^rt "This was what he wanted," thought Beryl, with rapid intuition, "and ho has wandered through the maze of his silly story to get at this." More than all, however, he was a man bora to be loved by women—strong to command where strength was needed, gentle as a child where gentleness served, as brave as a man can be and courteous to the point of long suffering. In all bodily exercises he was exceptionally agilo and enduriug, and he possessed in u marked and extraordinary degreo just those qualities which to Lola were the type and embodiment of manhood. "Where did you know him "Switzerland, soon after convent. He taught me Fiiij "You have been a good correspondent, J affray — better than usual, I think." The baronet had thoughtfully made a point of writing much more frequently than he had been accustomed to write on former occasions. "The letters from you both have been most bright and interesting. You have had all mine, I suppose?" there was some talk about She did not even let her visitor see that she was surprised. my voice, you know." She "If she'd done it to me, I'd have poisoned her!" she exclaimed to herself more than once after she had been Watching Beryl closely and had been more puzzled than usual. "She can't have cared for him, or she's the most artful devil that ever wore petticoats. " "That is true—I am afraid quite true. Nevertheless you can render me a great service, and it may be that what I have to say will interest yon greatly. It may take eome time to say all I want to say, however. May I pray that you be Heated? I have a leg that is a bad servant since I—met with au accident some two years "I do not know the name." bim that at one time her f; "I have a friend of'that name, " sne gaid, as with caution. "What then?" He was surprised that Lola was silent and thoughtful. thought of putting her on The last connection was not very clear, but it let Beryl turn the question. There was no mistaking the gleam of quick, interested delight which passed over the foreigner's face at this, though he hastened to hide it under the mask of overdone gestures. It was a new thing for her to feel foreboding. but that she had refused to sion of the fact that was not and a mere reference to t "Bluebeard married all the women himself, dad," she said. Laughing and placing her hands on his shoulders, she leaned over him from behind, her faco so close to his that she could rub her cheek against his and kiss him ut every pause. "And you don't want mo for a wife yourself, yon know, do you? That would be horribly improper, and all the county would make a hullabaloo, and you'd lose your chairmanship of this, that and the other and be sent to CJoventry, and I'm not worth that, am I?" But now if what she had begun to dread came true she felt half helpless to grapple with it. And it was part of the effect of her new love and the fears it bred that the danger which, when she did not dread its coming, had seemed remote and all but impossible now appeared almost certain and inevitable. Sho blamed herself for not having taken any of the thousand precautions at the time of .Pierre's death which she no\y saw she ought to have taken, her father's words recurred to. ber oyer and over again: "Yea, I think so. We got the last batch at New York." was generally enough to turn him from snv awkward discussion. as to drive himself ontof his wits. Then She was bouud to yield in time to the forceful influence which he exercised, and the more she perceived this and struggled against it tho more irresistible did she find it. In time she came to the conclusion that Beryl's calmness was not, as alio had thought ut first, a mask, but the natural expression of a woman who had uo deep feelings to stir or in whom thay had never been stirmL ''That is good news for my violin!" he exclaimed. it was that he conceived a great inspiration—he was to revolutionise the world. And how do you think he was to do it? By adding a fifth string to the violin. Isn't that droll? A fifth string, my faith! Poor fellow!" "And what is your theory of the five stringed violin enthusiast? Is be a lunatic? He lias been here and was most impatient to know when yon would be back." "Were you under him long? Did he know that you were thinking of that?" "No, of course not," she answered ago." He placed a chair for her with an air of exaggerated politeness, and she sat down, out of consideration for him and disliking him more and more every Biinute. "But it can't be the same," said Beryl, with her former air of stolid stupidity. "(she doesn't play the fiddle at all." Continued on Dane four "Is the tale well known at Mon' treux?" asked Beryl after joining in her companion's expression of amusement.As her feelings softened so her fears waxed. She was afraid to grow to love him, because sho saw all tho dangers of it to her. "Five stringed violin?" exclaimed Sir J affray. "What do you mean?" Thus during the preparations for the wedding the two girls were much together, and when people knew that Beryl was to be the chief bridesmaid, and that she and Lidy Walcote were as keenly interested in all the details of the wedding as Lola herself, they read Beryl's conduct from the surface and agreed that she and not Sir .luffray was responsible for breakiug the family arrangement which had been generally understood tq e*i«. "No, no; that is lipbt. Her instrument is the piano, but brr soul is the soul of the heaven made inn Viau. She ' 'Theft, you haven't read ray letters. I told you about him and his queer visit to Beryl." of the Globe for r rheumatism! ■ NEURALGIA and similar Complaints, I and prepared under tlio strin C tii. M GERMAN MEDICAL LAWS. JA prescribed by eminent puysimans KtKi DR. RICHTER'S E?" ANCHOR"^ ■ PAIN EXPELLERl ■ World renowned! Remarkably sneecssf»1! ■ ■Only pfennlne wit h Trade Mark 44 Anchor. '■ ■ P. id. 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She was so rarely demonstrative in this way tbat he was quite perplexed, and when she had kissed him and mude him agree with her view of Sir Jaffray's engagement and had gone smiling out of the room he sat a couple of minutes iu puzzieu thought till the light broke in on him, and he smiled. Beryl's visitor did not speiik for some moments, but sat as though collecting his thoughts and seeking the best way to commence. PIERRE TVRRIAN'S STORY lives somewhere hen ?" he said, with a ; "Why, of course. What would you gesture of interrogation, in which hands have? Could it be otherwise? Every urand arms and shoulders and eyebrows chin in the gntter has the story off by "\Vho is he? What is it? 1 must have uns«*d it." all went up together. 1 heart," "iTO'to did not see him dead." "The foreign violin player, M. Pierre TnTrian, who has a theory about violins.""She is the wife of Sir Jaffrav Wal a most interesting story!" cote and is America with her riaid Beryl, who found much more inbusluuxl," ap**vefed Beryl in a com 1 tercet in it than she showed. Sir Jaffray rallied her once or twice when ho caught her blooding apparently-.How sne wished she had The girl eyed him very closely and curiously. He was well dressed, bis ulotlies being eut ineoniirtental faxhjon, flbd he had altogether the appearance of a man of the world, alert, resourceful, shrewd and, as she thought, calculating and vindictive. " Juffray, I think Fll go, dear I'm dead tired," exclaimed Lola, risiug the instant Lady Walcote finished. "We must have all the home news in the morning," she added, with a smile. monplaee, level tour, without a trace of animation in her fuce. • But she watched with astonishment' tho effect of the words. It emphasized two points in tho which the man told her. It shoyved whence lie bad stolen the id»*a for bis story about the fifth string, to think what a serious matter marriage is?" headed. "You'll have no end of fu§s. made of you in the county. Different-from the wild west." "I'm afraid I've been a bit hliudi I thought she eared for him a bit, and now here she is so infernally glad to be out of it that she can't help kissing and hugging me. Bless the child, if I'd known I'd have broken it off long ago. much as I wanted it. Heighoi If only the boy had lived, there'd have been 110 worry of this kind." And then he resumed his reading, interrupted by pauses of thought. Sir jaffray himself was delighted at the turn which things took, mid as every one seemed to be anxious to make matters smooth and agreeable for him he had good cause to be. For the two mouths which had been agrwd flpon as the term nf the engagement he lived in a lover's paradise, with nothing to rouse him to the truth. The man back in bis chair, all the light air which he had assumed dying instantly away, while in place of and it suggested that his connection with Montreux was at least as o.lyse as Beryl had at first "I suppose one is quizzed a bit," said Lola. "But I know most of the people, and I can mauage them, I think." So it had come already, she thought as she went away, with a great pang at her heart, but making no outward sign pf any kind. It. was evident to her that, the business which had tr.JUgiH nim tu Leicester l Aiurt v?ux, air tie had said, important, ind that he was cautiously deliberating how to introduce it and how not to make a mistake. the mask which he had been wearing it did not help her to any soluastonishment, disbelief, triumph und nob of the chief question as to what white rag*1 plnyvtl o*er hii face and was the reason why the man was seC?k gleamed ill tin* eyes which stared fixed- | jug Lola. It proved that th$ Reason was ly at her. For the instant the man's not what he had said, and that did hot true character showed itself nnmistaka- ejirry her far. bly to the calm eyes looked at ' It had another effect. Her companhim from the expressionless, wearied, ion's word had started a thought -,vliic^ disinterested face. afterward developed couoiderably. As His faith ome given was* jtiven absolutely; once belayed, was withdrawn forever. "Not inuvli /ear of that," replied ber hnsband, with a smile of admiration. VI here are not. many people yon could not manage. We shail have to have a function or two, and there'll be a bit of CH APTER VIII She did not care while she knew the tie between them was *er sidu one of tongue and \iot of heart. She knew, of votuse, that in the future, Pierre reappeared or not, she would need a clear head and calm judgment to walk safely, but \f she grew to love her husband she would be neither clear in head nor cnlm in jut FACE TO FACE ONCE MORE. That night was one of the hardest in It would have been idle to tell hin that Lola did not love him, and that he was being fooled. Beryl oould give herself no reason beyond her own instinctive reading of Lola's character, while even Lady Waloote did not agree with BerjL "My visit is h snrpyiie to you, no lionet, Mies Leyfester," he said at length, a smile of courtesy parting his lips and showing his white, long teeth. : "Necessarily," replied Beryl. "Yon don't know toy name—Turrian? You are sure yon never beard it as that tola's life, but flie faced the crisis foss when we get hack, I i xi JDjt with all the KtniifJfi of her most re- W® won't stay longer thau you likv at ronrceful character Jlnd came out of it the manor. We'll get up to towiD. We I undaunted and determined. Bhall have to go about a bit,yo» know." I 8reat was er mastery and bo "Yes, marriage isn't an excuse for ) strong ber powers of acting that bir jcfyrf • «• t:-4:.s i' v .} !o I,, j. I J\ffr-T£id not dftrc* a Fln?le C\vn?"tonD But he never doubted for a moment that he bad now read Beryl's feelings accurately, and she was careful to keep «p her spirits and keep down her feelinais until her father was unite recon- The moment afterward he was again i the Frenchman had teen speaking of the actor, cnrsinir himself for havinsr • ftfoutreux. Beryl had beeu struck hy the |
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