Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-10-18
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who sent you here |?

'4Nouo, az piooouV.
who sent you here Z?
One of the servants whose position ap-
peared to be somewhat higher than the rest,
stepped forward.
sAh, Kamungv said the governor: as he
recognized him-'you here?'
yes This man was sent here by my
master, Count de Moner,'
On hearing the name, the governor took
off his hat and bowed.
The warrant continued Kamung, will
be sent here early in the morning. He is
to be executed at ten, capped
Capped =! muttered Saint Pierre. whats
that?'
'One Of US, resumed Kamung, is to re-
main with him till Pietro comes, to see
that he does not escape.
"a precaution which is perfectly useless,
said the governor. The walls are high,
the keepers vigilant; no one has ever es-
capped since I have had command of it,
Still the Counts orders must be obeyed,'
said Kamung. He is marked dangerous
You, Ivan, and he turned to stout, braw-
ney looking man, who had been the first to
seize the mountebank, will remain with
him. Is the examination over?
For the present-yes, replied the gov
ernor. Conduct him to number fourteen
After few more words, the mountebank
was led from the room, three flights of stone
steps descended, an iron door flung open
aud he was rudely thrust into low, damp
dungeon, which was without furniture, save
narrow iron cot with a straw mattrass, but
without pillows or coverlid. A torch was
thrust into the ground, stool brought; and
then Ivan, cody seating himself, bade the
prisoner go to bed and sleep. The COVER
nor and his subordinate retired, the former
promising that flask of beer should be sent
the gaoler shortly twas soon brought by
Kamung himself, who, after warning Ivan
not to close his eyes until Petro came,
again left the CELL locking the door and
taking the key with him. AS soon as the
sound of his footsteps had died away, Ivan
drew short Turkish pipe from his pocket,
and filing it with tobacco, proceeded to
puff vigorously.
"A pipe he sololiquized at length, as
much for the prisoners edifcatiou as his
own-'a pipe is great comforter. 1t qui-
cts the nerve, eases the heart, gives you
new ideas, and makes you contepted with
your lot. No friend like pipe 1t costs
you but little to feed it, but then its re.
turns are instant
You are philosopher, said Saint Pierre,
with smile
'And smoker said Ivan; 'all philoso-
pliers are
Indeed then have the honor to be
one, for l too love the pipe. I have got a
rare one about me, veritable meerschaum,
which I bought in Germany
Il have often heard Of but never saw
them,' said Ivan. Are they different from
other pipes::'
TO be sure; and for the reason that the
more they are used the better they are
Unbind my arm and I will show it to you
more, let you try it. Pshaw, fellow! he
said, seeing that the man hesitated, don't
be afraid that shall make any attempt to
escape! AS the governor said, it would be
perfectly useless, and besides the door is
locked
BE it so, said Ivan; and he did as he
desired.
Here is the meerschaum,' said Saint
Pierre, as he drew the pipe from his pock-
ct, which from long use had become of a
dark red color. Some people think they
are made of the froth of the sea-
Are they not?'
NO, they are made of Natolian clay,
which, when just taken out, is soft, and
makes ather like soap. Afterward they
are boiled in oil and baked.
But | thought all mcerschaums were
white, said Ivan, as he turned the pipe
over and over in his hand.
so they are at first said Saint Pierre !;
'but long use colors them, as you see-
What are you about to do? clean it p
1t would spoilit! Meerschaums are never
cleaned. Fill it with tobacco, my friend,
and try it,
The jailer did SO.
1T is very strong he said, after few
puHs.
'Very,' replied the mountebank, with a
smile. Let me have your pipe. Now, a
light! So, so,' he continued, as reclining
negligently on his cot, he watched the
smoke ascend in graceful curls around his
head; 'this is what one may call comfort.
able. The first pipe-ful dissipates all
gloomy thoughts, and-give me little of
that beer. Thanks! Your health The
second raises the smoker above the clouds;
the third, and he is happier than king
How do you like the meerschaum now, my
friend?'
Better and better! think you may
as well give 1t to me, seeing that you are
to die Tomorrow
We'll see in the morning. said the
mouutebank. so your master is minister
of police p he inquired.
Hush don't speak so loud said Ivan,
casting look toward the door. Should
we be overheard couversing, it would cost
me my liberty
Indeed are the rules Of the prison so
stringent then? Move your chair up nearer
to my bed. That will 10. Be so kind as
to blow your smoke any where else than in
to my face So you are in the service of
the Count de Moner?'