Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-11-01
where he had heard that voice before.

her whom he loves?' said the soldier
by heaven ? he exclaimed, Il am asham-
ed that even drew my blade, in defence
Of country that rewards like this There,
my liege, is my sword be added, drawing
the weapon from its sheath and laying it
at Paul's feet. sand now,' he continued
proudly, lead on 1 care not whether it
be to death or exile
by all the saints r cried the Emperor,
Il believe be is other than he seems Let
him be searched instantly
The order was obeyed, the young man
coloring deeply at the indignity; and a
number of articles were taken from him
and laid before Paul, who glanced cursori.
ly at them; aud was about to turn away,
when one object in the heap caught his
eye.
Where got you this P he inquired, ia
king it up and moving a step forward.-
Where got you this pocket.book? P
That, sire, was given to me in Rome a
few months since by a countryman whose
life 1 saved
Indeed = replied the Emperor, smiling
Then tearing open his shirt he drew back
a step, and pointing with his finger, asked,
do you remember this scarf?
'Sirev
my friend!
And they were clasped breast to breast,
the naughty Emperor and the humble
soldier. Tears of joy rolled down Edgar's
cheeks, for he knew that all would go we'll
now. And he was right; for as soon as
he had somewhat recovered from his emo
ton, Paul turned to Amy, who was gazing
wonderiugly at the strange scene, and said
a few words to her in low voice. The
reply was deep blush and the Emperor,
seating himself, bade the ceremony pro-
ceed.
sBut the bride and bridegroom, where
are they P inquired the trembling priest
why, there ? replied Paul, with a
laugh, and pointing to Edgar and Amy
go on with the ceremony, and I will give
the bride away be said, gaily. 'One mo
meut; and he addressed a few words to q
secretary who stood near him, and who in.
stantly withdrew. The marriage was soon
over; and the secretary returning, handed
the Emperor q paper, which, unseen by
any one, he placed in the pocket.book.
Il presume you do not care about keep.
ing this P he inquired with a smile, and
holding it up.
NAY, sire,' said Edgar, eagerly, i would
not part with it for anything!
Take it then,' said the Emperor; 'it is
yours. Within it you will find the writings
that make you the equal Of this young Ia
dy. She brings you land and wealth
and beauty in exchange for your title; and
hereafter let all men greet you as a Count
of the Empire, and Colonel of the Imperi
al Guard. Guards, salute your Colonel !!
A deafeuing cheer greeted the young
man as he bowed lowly to them and at Q
sign from him all kneeled and made the
arches of the old church ring with the cry
Long live the Emperor?
On the following morning Ranel Cots
choff, stripped of his titles and decorations
and an iron ball fastened to his leg, enter,
ed the cart that was to convey him to ST.
IBERIA. But he never reached there for q
week afterward, as he was lying asleep in
the guard house, where his conductors had
stopped to pass the night, he was shot
through the heart. The murderer was never
discovered; but as Ivan Orsiuo, now one
of the imperial guard, was frequently heard
to boast that he had avenged his early love,
it was strongly suspected that he knew more
of the affair than any one else. But he
was never questioned; and so in little
while the murder was forgotten.
Jean Saint Pierre, Gas we still delight tc
call him. now Duke de Viovich, geuer
ous!y bestowed the lands of de Moner or
Henri but the poor lad lived but few
months to enjoy them. At his death they
we're given to Ivan Orsino, to the grea
surprise of every one; and he lived long
and happily to enjoy the title.
And now my gentle readers, one and all
allow me to take you by the hand, ane
whisper in your ears that mournful wore
which, next to home, sweet home, linger
latest in the memory, and which has beer
pronounced by all, save those who, friend
less and beartless, have no one to love-
Beautiful is our Saxon tongue; but it ha
no word so liquid, so soft, and so thrilling
as the one now speak of, the sweet ant
simple word-Farewell
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