Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1858-10-07


into the dust, ere they have realized their
existence, by the scorn or neglect of others,
Or" said the speaker looking all candor,
"been blighted by the deception of those on
whom their confdiug natures leaned with
trusting fondness: You speak of those who
want sentiment, who sneer at truth and vir-
tue, but what do you think Of those who win
to betray-who build up high hopes to dash
them down again to the bitter depths of dis
appointment?",
"Ask me not Miss Dalton, what I think
of such-as there are some emotions so deli
cate that no lauguagecan shadow them forth,
so there are some too justly indignant to be
"wreakedupon expression" Lett, however,
be matter of rejoicing that there are few
of this classic me it is wonder there are
any"
"Do you think there are but few ?" asked
the fair Estelle, an arch smile wreathing her
ruby lips.
~ presume there are but few, because
none have ever darkened my path? Yet, [
confess to but little experience in such mat.
ters. However, if the supply is in proper
tion to the demand, it may reasonably be in
ferred that they are sfew and far between"
Thus almost unconsciously was Victor
Livingston engaged in an earnest convefsa-
ton with one of the most brilliant ladies in
the room. The giddy hours flew rapidly by,
and too soon for him, did the crowd disperse,
and the beautiful Estelle bid him "good-
night with her voice-enchapt-
ingly with her eyes. As she was to remain
for sometime in the village of - it is
needless to say that she and Victor met a.
gain. The first taste of the Circean cup had
intoxicated him, and like the drunken rev.
eller, he hastened to renew the delerious
pleasure. How intense is that first passion
that first furore! So completely was he
fascinated, that he never thought Of making
any inquiry of the past life Of the beautiful
Estelle. He knew her lovely, he believed
her sincere, and imagined her possessed of
every ideal perfection.
1t was a balmy evening in June. The
moon was lettering iudolently in the sky, and
the stars glittcred serenely on the brow of
night. A gentle breeze dallied amid the
evening roses, and waited abroad the refresh
ing odor of the magnolia. Estelle proposed
moonlight promenade-'the parlor was so
warm-the music so stale" Nothing could
have pleased Victorbetter. There was some
thing in the artistic ornament Of the drawing
room, which reprsssed or chilled the ardor
of his young heart. He felt that the flower
spangled parterre would accord better with
the effervescence of his affections. Wonder
full is the effect which passive circumstances
sometimes exert over our destiny! The time,
the place, the natural or artistic objects
around us-these often silently influence our
lives for good or evil. The huge rock, frown-
ing above a yawning chasm, has doubtless
suggested the first ideas of suicide-has
made perhaps, more than one Manfred, just
as the humblest flower that blossoms in the
wilderness, has wakened in more than one
poets heart
aThoughts that do often lie too deep for tears"
Alone with Estelle and by moonlight -
Never did she look so be witching as at
that hour. So thought Victor Livingston,
as her lily hand resting on his arm, they
wandered amid the flowers. "Can she be
aught than an angel of good ?" moro than
once he asked himself, and gazing upon her
radiant face, and looking into her bright
and dreamy eyes, his heart answered-"she
cannot" Apleasure-house terminated their
promenade and there they set down to rest,
To rest-aye there is heart-throb that will
not let the body rost,
"Aud you are skeptical," remarked Vic.
tor continuing their previous conversation.
"Believe me, fair Estelle, I did not know what
life was until I knew you. Do you think I
can 60 back to the cloister and-forget?
When yon moon forgets to shine, then will
I forget to turn to thee for the light of love-"
"Do you remember the river fthe ancients
the fabulous Lethe? Beware of that
stream, it has an affinity for the fondest Of
lovers" evasively answered the blushing
maiden.
"And do you remember the fiery Phlege-
thon," responded Victor. GAS soon could
your favorite stream quench its flaming tides
as quench the Phlegethon you have kindled
in my heart?"
And do you think that were we to meet
here when yon moon fulls again, your vows
would be so fervent, your ardor undiminshed,
and your faith in my ability to make you blest
and happy, firm and unshaken? I do not
doubt your sincerity-but, perhaps, you do
not know me-perhaps were we nearer to
those stars they would be disrobed of their
loveliness."
Perhaps so; we will see whether thou
art alike enohantress, and prophecies, Miss
Dalton. Victor did not think so. For all
her fears he had solace-what lover ever
failed in this? Eagerly did he press his suit
and finally, as if all his arguments were ex-
hausted, she-closed the drama.
Slowly did Victor lead his affianced back
to the mansion. He consulted his watch and
was surprised at the lateness of the hour
how swiftly speeds those -love.lit twilight
hours Tenderly he bade goodnight to the
beautiful Estelle, and long did the thrill of
that parting kiss linger on his lips.
Arriving at his room, he threw himself