Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-08-30

of the most bewilderiug romance. ..,
Epistles were daily, or rather night!
(for it required the twilight's dim light.
exchanged. The lovely iDcognito, cunning
as sorceress, imperious as a queen, uni
ting warm and passionate uature-ons
too, perfectly reckless of consequences
with courage that we would call boldne
with a wildness, We would call freedom
hesitated not 81 moment to commit the er
ror we consider so formidable In Americs
in Italy SO pardonable. Her education
had taught her of nothing but love. The
very air breathed tit was an atmosphere
Of seduction and dangerous example. He'
faults, and they we're many, had nevel
taught her deceit heretofore, and when she
loved, nature and education gave expires
sion to it. Adventures in this glowing
land are rapid and open, and' the stric
surveillance under which she had beer
placed, but tempted her more strongly tt
evade its vigilance.
She had seen Herbert-had loved him
she could not, she would not analyze why
sufficient that love possessed her being
She was the child of noble house, a branch
of the D Este, that Tasso had so madlJ
worshipped, and whose burning words fol
the Leonora of his love, found ready res
ponse to her passionate heart A broken
and decayed branch tits true, but still haugh
ty, proud and arrogant. Her beauty was t.
redeem their fallen fortunes, and she hac
been closely inmured till her fifteenth yea1
released her from captivity. A wealthy re
lative now took charge of her, and a noble
rich, old aud jealous-was to be her fu
ture lord. Flow her nature loathed the
union, may we'll be imagined. She had nj
hope of extricating herself from the hate
ful fetters, but while she was free, she
would indulge iu one wild, passionate and
seductive dream. She saw no danger, anc
if Herbert loved her, where would be the
shame? Toe intoxicated to see his owl
danger, or too warm a nature that hac
never known rebuke, character that wa!
a stranger to restraint, Herbert gave him
self entirely up to the witchiug fascination
His days were now all merged in those shor
twilight hours, when whispered word, Of
more rarely, tender pressure of the hand
was but fresh fuel for dangerous reverie.-
The previous months of listless inactivity
the subduing, seducing listlessness, we'll pre-
pared him for the tender romantic finale
He wasro longer master of his own actions
but c. .sumed by a fever his nature would
not struggle against, he was restless, impa
tient, and irritable. He had in vain peti
toned for an interview. Leonora eithel
could not, or would not grant it. Perhaps
dreading discovery that would forever
mar this stolen sweet, or perhaps dreadin@
a weakness that would have deied all con
ventional rules.
In vain Mr.. Monckton (who, shut ~
with his books was perfect stranger to the
cause of this restless irritation,) expostula
ted ; in vain he argued, till finally threaten
ing to return to America, Herbert, in pas
souate letter of reproacbful tenderness, up
braiding Leouora with cruelty and per6dity
bade her adieu forever. Giving this III
charge of a trusty messenger, he awaited
the result, perfectly satisfied it would be az
he wished. A long restless day sped
another and yet another-still no mes
sage. Worked almost to frenzy, again he
sought the evening drive. The pheaton
with its lovely freight was already there,
but another figure was by the side of Leo
nora, an older and graver face, one less
lovely, but more proud. 1t was sister
one wrapped in the fortunes of her house,
and whose patrician pride was but seconda.
ry to the worship of her lovely and loving
Leouora. She watched Herbert's bold
look with jealous wrath, and as reckless ol
he stopped to whisper bitter
farewell as the phaeton slowly passed, her
angry glance seemed ready to strike him
with its proud scorn as punishment for bis
teuerity. A low cry reached his ear-was
it Leouora? He turned and again passing
the phaeton, saw her pale and fearless in
her sisters arms. No longer hesitating, he
followed the carriage that was now rapidly
conveying her home 1t stopped in front
Of a high massive portal, for Florence s
palaces are built like fortresses. As it
waited an instant for the opening of the
gate, Herbert sprang from his horse aud
throwing the reins over his arm, advanced
% her side.
'Leonora,' he cried, impetuously, zone
word before we part, perhaps forever
Her eyes sparkled-she laughed low
laugh.
1T is my fate, sister To night she
to Herbert, 'and here
Leonora, are you mad? What would
,ou do p said her sister.
Hush ! Francesca, be prudent She
miled bitter y, as she pointed to ths SER
'ants. 1T must be so; when did you ever
;now me to give up after that? Farewell,
Herbert, you have we'll nigh maddened me
but tonight She smiled warm BEAM
ng smile, and resting her head on her SIS
er's bosom, as if yet trembling from sudden
orrow, she passed through the gates that
we're now opened to receive them. He saw
hem enter spacious court, heard the CUR
ling of falling fountains, and the heavy
caves were closed. Night, calm, placid,
livery, found him waiting on this enchant-
d ground. Minutes, like hours, rolled on,
'ut at length small postern was opened,
nd dark figure cautiously peered out
Howard = was whispered, and Herbert
praug forward. Hist said the voice
M words. follow me- The wild feelinp of