Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1859-09-15
Where are they?'
AT home, SIR replied Milton.


AT home, SIR replied Milton.
WAS there nothing else in the basket =
yes sir; there was another paper, re.
questing the finder of the babe to name ii
Julius D'Vilton-to give it, when old en-
ough, a good education-to deliver it only
to Edward D'Vilton and
TO take the money found in the basket
with the promise of ultimately receiving
five hundred pounds, if the child was taken
care of until called for,' said D'Vilton.
Exactly, SIR said Milton !; you are per-
fectly correct
by the way, my good SIR said D'Vilton,
sthe basket was painted green, and had a
rope haudle-was it not SOP
Il do not th-th-think So said Milton, un-
easily. 1T was, I think, plain champagne
basket-had no handle, and was not painted
any color
Right quite rightv said D'Vilton,
embracing Julius. you are indeed and in
truth, my dear boy, the only son and heir
of Charlotte and Edward D'Viltonp =
sHarkp exclaimed Milton, suddenly star
ting to his feet and stepping to the door, Gas
live hear the voice ola woman!
D'Vilton had but just Joined Milton at
the door of the apartment, when the loud
report of pistol-a piercing scream, and
dull, heavy sound, like the fall Of body,
reverberated throughout the house, and sent
thrill of horror through their hearts.
A moment after, Jude shouted from the
foot of the stairs: Bring light, for Gods
sake 1--we killed somebody down here!-
run with light!
Telling Julius to remain in the library,
and hastily seiziug pistol and candle, d.
Wilton rushed breatblessly out of the room,
closely followed by Milton.
Here! said Jude, as the two gentlemen
reached the foot of the staircase, bring the
light this way quick!
D'Vilton and Milton turned in the di-
rection from whence the voice proceeded ;
when, to their horror, they beheld the form
of woman stretched upon the floor, welter.
ing in blood, and apparently writhing in
the pangs of death.
sShe did it herself, Mr.. D'Vilton she
tried to take the pistol from met went of
by accident-I didn't intend to kill her J
said Jude, trembling.
At mention of D'Vilton's name, the poor
woman started-opened her large black eyes
attempted to speak, then fell back with a
long, deep groan.
who can the poor creature be?' asked
D'Vilton, 'and what possible motive could
have brought her here?
Heavens exclaimed Milton, starting,
and turning deathly pale, 'it is old Loo, the
fortune-teller
'Old Loo exclaimed D'Vilton, 'she must
not die! She has much to tell me of my
poor, unfortunate Charlotte! We must ex
anime the wound-gods ! she will bleed tc
death Are there no other candles to be
had?
There are plenty in this basket said
Jude.
Light some of them, Ned said Milton
giving Jude peculiar and significant look
which he seemed to understand.
sYou have your horses at the door-have
you not?' asked D'Vilton, turning to Mil
ton.
NO sir; we came in carriage
That will answer as we'll for
But we have sent it back to hometown,
said Jude.
distraction p said D'Vilton, show far from
this place is the nearest tavern p
The white Swan is about two miles
west of u.s. said Jude.
go at once there, and hire a swift horse
and set out Immediately for hometown, anc
what is your name?'
Ned Brown, sir, said Jude.
well Ned, bring me the best surgeon il
hometown as soon as possible. Here il
enough to pay your expenses-you shall
have more hereafter said D'Vilton, hand
ing Jude FIVE pound note.
Il will make all the haste I can, sir sale
Jude then turning to Milton, he said in I
whisper: See how lie pays man for I
| jobY and before Milton could reply the un
principled william was gone.
sGod grant, that the miserable hag bleec
to death y said Milton, to himself, as h
turned and walked towards D'Vilton, VIII
was endeavoriug to ascertain the nature, ant
probable effects of the wound.
sHave you wine in that basket p aske'
D'Vilton, pointing to the basket Of refresh
ments, which Jude had brought.
sYes,' said Milton, sullenly.
well, open one of the bottles, and soal
this handkerchief perhaps I may be abl
to squeeze little wine into the poor crea
ture's MOUTH said D'Vilton, handing Mil
ton handkerchief.
I'D give thousand pounds for phial 0
poisonp said Milton, inaudibly, as he open
ed one of the bottles, and proceeded to pou
portion of the contents upon the handker
chief.
The handkerchief was applied to the part
ly opened mouth Of Loo, and the wine seeme
greatly to revive her.
lis there no water upon the premises 2
no we'll or cistern p asked D'Vilton.