Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-09-27

VINO you are
"A simple mountebank, my lord replied
Saint Pierre: with low bow; 'and o2e
whom fortune has dealt hardly with
4 comprehend you, said Alexander, his
face scarcely less paler than the others and
taking bag of gold from drawer, he
moved it toward him. lis it enoug h p he
asked.
more than expected answered the
mouutebank, rising.
NAY, do not 70 so soon,' said the Duke.
You have not yet told me the future
What more would you know than what /
told you this morning? You would be
Emperor of Russia, but without shedding
fathers blood yet if there should be no
other way, you would even. do that. IT'S
easily done,' he continued, still scanning
the Dukes face with his cold grey eye
"a blow with knife-ah, but then there
is consciencep And again his eyes wan
dered to the window. .s.s
But you said this morning
That there is another way. True. You
would have me repeat it? IT'S easily re.
membered! Marry the ward of the first
man who first enters your presence to-mor-
row morning; follow his advice in every
thing, and you will succeed, He will find
the means to depose your father, an heir
apparent, aud that too, ere the Empress
death. Fail to do 80, aud the crown can be
gained only by his death
sEnough-and Henri p
rs at the hotel de Dieu He will be
with you Tomorrow
The duke bent his head, and remained
for many moments in deep thought. When
he again looked up the mountebank was
gone. With an exclamation of surprise he
rose to his feet; and at the same moment
the window was flung open, and Count
Waukoff sprang into the room.
But no longer erect and stiff walked the
naughty count-no longer did his eyes
flash fearfully around him-uo longer did
his face wear that swarthy complexion which
distinguishes the Russian of the south---no
longer did his face wear that savage frown.
But pale as death itself, his eyes color.
less and CLASSY, his head bent upon his
breast, and his arms hanging listlessly by
his side, he staggered rather than walked,
to chair, and sinking down, covered his
face with his hands and groaued.
In Gods name' cried Alexander, as
soon as he had somewhat recovered from
his surprise at the counts sudden appear.
ance, 'are you i'll ? -,a. .u. $40 .,~...a.
Ill !! ill! replied the count, slowly rising,
and fixing his bloodshot eyes upon the
young duke, while his form trembled with
violent emotion oh, yes very i'll ! and
he gasped horribly as white foam rose to
his lips. IL am here-O God! and he
fell back almost insensible into the chair,
murmuring faintly-'brandy brandy!
The duke sprang to the closet, and re-
turned in an instant with a small flask Of
the desired article. Hastily knocking off
the top, he filled glass with the fiery
liquid, and handed it to the count, who
drained it to the bottom.
DO you feel better p he inquired, after
short silence, during which he had re-
placed the bottle on the table, and seated
himself.
Somewhat said the count, again ris.
ing and einging to the table for support
In heavens name, my lord ! he ex.
claimed suddenly, 'who is this man that
whispers such words in your ear, rakes up
forgotten crimes, and breaches of Gods
vengeance? Is he man or devil, or is he
what he really appears to be? But no mat.
ter! 'Tis useless to ask the question of you,
since you know him not Oh, I overheard
every word that passed between you from
your balcony and window-all--every thing!
This man-this Saint Pierre, as be calls
himself, has another name-I feel it in my
heart-aud that name-his true one-I
mustand will learn, and that too before
the world is an hour older
what means this agitation?' inquired
the Duke, gazing with surprise upon the
flushed brow OF the other, as he walked
hastily to and fro across the room. what
means this agitation, Waukoff?'
1T means this my lord, answered the
Count, stopping suddenly in his walk, and
laying his trembling hand upon the Dukes
shoulder. 1T means that this Jean Saint
Pierre, as he calls himself-this mounte.
bank-this .teller-knows more of
me than he should. 1t means that ere to.
morrow's sun rises in the east-ere the tide
flows and falls again-this mans true name
shall be known to me, or he or I shall have
ceased to live
But, Waukoff-'
No words--I meau-pray pardon me, if
for moment forget my duty to yourself.
Oh, my lord, am nearly mad ? and he
pressed his hand heavily against his brow
for moment, while his boodshot eyes
seemed starting from their sockets with the
violence of coptending emotions. 'Ay, tits
nearly over now. But see,' be added, as
the clock struck, and starting; 'see, the
night is waning fast, and what I have to
do must ,be,dene quickly. Imust seek him
instantly efShe may leave the city. Fare
we'll, my lord! shall return soon' Aud
thrusting his pistol and sword into his belt,
the Count seized his hat, threw open the
door, bowed hastily to the Duke, and rush
ed from the room.
They never met again.
TO BE CONTINUED.