Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-10-14
gu 0riig)llna Sta:p,
Written for the Yorkvillee Enquirer.
A TALE FOR THE TIMES
coNTINUED.

aris, is the home Of reeiuse. This cove is
bisA-,housh uotrhis paternal fields. lido not
know-tbe particulars Of bis life, but It's said
thst he was once The pride Of apsoud tami-
". He began his career With high hopes
aud" flattering prospects. Political honors
gathered fast around him. Wealth in a few
wears would haye rewarded his talents, and
exertions, but he was deceived, and rashiy
dssSing down the bitter cup, he iaed from
the aorld, aud here in these Businesses, afar
from the Establishments Of society, he rusts
away life that might have been useful and
scorns-.he houors and applause of men. Yet
strange to say, the fate of the deceitfui mai
den vas even more miserable. The retirement
of her sighted lover became 80 notorious,
that even the wealthy BOBBY, to whose hand
sbe aspired, became disguised, and 10 turn
forsook her. This might have been eudura-
bie,s but she had really made great sacrifices
for him, orshe loved DeLoriGe, the occu-
papf of yop mountain home, and now the
truth flashed full upon her-she had placed
q barrisr forever 5eeseeen k,r and he only
man she loveds Even the loss of a splendid
fortune did not goad her like this terrible
thought II haunted her like ghost. She
was not so degraded but that she still retain
ed a spark of humanity, aud her dsssrtion
was caused more from the persuasions of her
parents and friends, than from the baseness
of her heart. There was no chance for re.
conciliation, without making humiliating
confessions at which her pride reVolted, per-
haps not even then. You can guess. the
rest. disappointment Ike worm in the
bud preyed on her damask cheek" In .
farewell letter to DeLosme she confessed all,
thsn passed swsy from earth-fnsever! But
I see this story makes you sad-let. us JOIN
the party-it is time to return ).
The night was fast gathering A swift ride
brought them back to the village Of. Es-
telle was glad to be free once more, for the con.
versatiou ofthe evening had made her sad, aud
she almost imagined that in the brief story
Victor had narrated, she saS. the pre6guriRg
other own destiny. At any rate, she saw her
triumph over Victor would be,a barren one,
and she quailed at the thought Of hiscoatmpt.
Could she have made him miserable It would
have fiattered her vanity, but she felt that
To would despise her as soon as he found her
false, and in his pride Of heart cast aside her
memory as worthless garment She dread
ed this. But she had determined to leave
- Immediately, and before going, the
engagement With Fieter mnst be hrakeR Oft.
long did she hold her pen before she could
decide what course to pursue. She could
think of no plausible excuse togive him, and
finally determined to attempt none. She
addressed him the following brief note:
aMr. LIVINGSTON IL leave this morn
ing. I hope you will forgetthe past-thatyou
viii pardon NC if ! hare caused you so be-
lieye that | loved you. My reasons for tax.
Ing this step are good. know that you will
despisc me-that you will judge me unkind-
ly, but it can't be helped. Adieu..
- E. D."
Just as she was ready to depart, she cent
the above to she post.ofhce, - -
What vas -Victor'a surprise as be glanced
as the wcl.kuown calIigraphy and devoured
the contents. A moment, aud q whirlwind
ofemotious swept across his heart, then the
storm cleared up, then the scales dropped
from his eyes, and 10! he saw all. Hastily re-
perusiug the note, he tore it in atoms aud
trampled it beneath his feet. Where was his
philosophy now? Yes, Victor, that will do
that cynical smile is worthy Of. Diogenes.
You are right-despise and forget. r'-
A few days afterwards, calmly, as if he
were writing business letter, be indited
the following:
MISS DALTON ~ forget, I forgive, l des-
pise you. lido not judge you "unkindly"-
you have judged yourself. Adieu my Dead
Sea Apple! VICTOR
P.S. I remember you are an ardent ad-
mirer of Byron. Are the enclosed verses
Byronic enough for your fastidious tastes
TO EsTELLE.
I love thee not, love thee not,
Tho once my hopes around thee twined;
And the bright past is all forgot
In the deep gloom of Faiths decline:
For all my truth was thrown away,
Ny hopes we're gathered ina'cloud,
And pride, till then my constant stay,
Before thy whitening glances bowed. :.
] love thee not IAN angel seemed
Before my eyes to foat and aow; -
And Heaven in every feature beamed
And DER each lily cheek did glow.
Twas ere thy selfish heart was known,
Twas ere knew thy little worth,
But now the angel far has fowa-
She walks no more upon the earth. -.
Ny heart is now barren rock,
Washed by dark and turbid stream, 4.
Which, by one wild, resistless shock,
Has swept the flowers that round me beamed ::
Nv heart is now blasted heath,
where travellers glauSe with weary sye,
And witches wave the Torch Of Death
Against the wane and lurid sky.
I loved thee not-for Faith no more
Can cheat me with the fond belief,
That one fair angel watches Ger
NV heart to soothe each gathering grief.
l love thee not-I love thee not
would not live again the past,
would not build up dreams, to blot
Them out with CRUEL truth at last.
v"
CHAPTER III.
30, thou vert not my first love
loved before We met;
And learned to shed the bitter tear
OF nnnnish and regret.