Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-10-18
YORKVILLE, S. O., THURSl
ousehold,' said Ivan, 'are not allowed to

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marry
why? .
'For fear they should betray his secrets
to their wives
'And have you never loved?'
The gaoler uttered an exclamation, laid
his hand upon his breast with an express
sion of pain, and smoked vigorously.
i have he replied at length. "A dark
eyed girl, beautiful as the morning star,
graceful as the gazelle, with the voice Of
the nightengale, and the heart of an angel.
We were to have been secretly married, but
Pietro heard of it and informed the Count,
who bade him do with her what he pleased.
To escape his foul EMBRACE she stabbed
herself; and Pietro sent her body to me as
New Years gift.
What did you do then?' inquired the
mountebank-
IL laughed! d! replied the other, look
of agony passing over his face. Laughed I!
God-God--bow I did laugh! No prayer
was murmured over her grave-no pity
ing tear fell upon her corpse; why should
they pray or weep for her, when she was
but serf!
A sob-a deep heart.rending sob burst
from Ivan's lips, and be let fall his pipe.
oh, Christ ! he exclaimed, claspiug his
hands and kneeling upon the floor, while
tears coursed slowly down his cheeks. 1T
was sight to see that fair young girl, her
hair trailing along the ground, the blood
flowing from the wound in her snow white
breast; those beautiful eyes that had always
looked so kindly upon every living thing,
forever closed those lips that had spoken
such sweet words that even Gods angels
heard and recorded with joy; for she spoke
the language of innocence, which is the
language of heaven, now mute and that
face, so beautiful and con6ding, drawn
down and distorted with agony!-to see
that glorious form, my SOULS idol, the light
of my life, the star of my existence, my
heaven on earth, dragged rudely into my
room, and flung rather than laid upon the
floor, and before me d! What wonder tina,
I laughed that even the 6ends held
their breath when they heard me But
but I buried her, after cutting off lock Of
her hair and staining it with her blood
and-and it is here, next my heart! And
bending his head he again wept; but this
time his hands, instead of being clasped as
before, were thrust beneath his coat and
Saint Pierre noticed with a sad smile, tina,
they clutched the handle of dagger.
We'll, well, she has gone now,' said
Ivan, after long pause, and taking ur
his pipe, which he reflled and again light
ed. For full five minutes not word was
spoken on either side and then Saint Pier
re, who, as the reader may suspect, had ar
object in view in making these inquiries
asked,
DO you remember any thing of the late
Count de Moner, father of the present
count?
Not much of him, save that he was &
kind master, was the reply. Il was boy
of fourteen when he disappeared
DO you know what became of him?'
He was sent to Siberia by the empress
He was not said Saint Pierre. Ivar
raised his head. He was stabbed by hi!
two sons, Ranel and Thomas, and thrown
into the Neva but was rescued by fisher
man, he having fortunately fallen beside
his boat, which was under the cliff. AT
ter travelling many years in foreign climes
he again returned to Russia. Listen to me
Ivan. I au the Count de Moner.'
Not So, was the reply. The late coun
was tall, powerful man, weighing at leas
two hundred pounds You do not weigt
more than half of that; and besides, do no
resemble him in the least
Yes, | have greatly changed, said Sain
Pierre; 'and the cause of that change wal
opium. 1t was given to me by the ply
siciau when I was recovering from m,
wounds, to make me sleep; and at first
hated it, at length liked it; aud have con
tinued to use it ever since. Look int
my face, man-closely! Do you not SCI
some resemblance of your former master !?
Very little, if any, replied the other
'Tis so long since he disappeared that
have almost forgotten how he looked
The mountebank mused deeply.
If you are the Count de Moner,' sale
Ivan, 'can you tell me what became of hi
servant Demetrius, who disappeared at th'
same time?'
Il can. He was thrown from the cliff
ten minutes after Twas, and there being
no fisherman near to rescue him, indeed i
the dagger had not already finished it
work, he was drowned
'Aud the Count was stabbed by his sons
He was Here are the scars;' ant
tearing open his shirt, Saint Pierre expo
sed several large ugly looking scars abov'
the heart. Ivan uttered an exclamation
as he saw them, aud took of his cap. Th'
mountebank smiled as he saw the act; h
knew that he was almost convinced.
'Demetrius was my god father sait
Ivan.
A CLEAN of joy lit up Saint Pierre's eye
as he heard this declaration.
Eureka I have found it = he exclaim
ed did he not give you silver cup
'He did. How did you know it?
Because I gave it him to give you,' re
piled the other 1T was stamped with tn
de Moner's arms; above them the initial
of the giver below them, your own, Iva1
Orsino.'
Ivan glanced at the speaker and puffe'