Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-09-20

use would freedom be to us, the foul scum
of the earth, as the naughty lords of the
court term Us; forgetting that without US to
toll, and labor, and fight their battles for
them, they could not live. We serfs of the
empire are the silkworn that spend our
lives in weaving silken threads for others to
wear; aud, like that worm, when dead,
our labor and our usefulness are forgotten.
Yet do you not desire freedom, Pietro :?
Perhaps; but then, my lord, you forget
that l am poor
SO, so, I See where to hit him now,
thought the Count Tell me, Pietro,' he
added aloud, 'were you not speaking to me
few months since of the lands of Kays-
Witch p
Il was, my lord
They were present to me from Paul,
given in other days when we were friends,
said the Count, speaking very slowly and
in lower tone than usual. 1T would Of
fend him deeply were to part with them
while he is yet living, yet still, wish
much TO give them to you. Good, dear
Pietro, you have served me long?
Il have, my lord
sAnd faithfully
'As I could
oh, that Paul were dead ! said the Count,
approaching nearer to the other. MARK,
my friend, wish it but for your sake
Should he fail to meet his son this evening
should he suddenly disappear ere the
night wanes, then, Pietro, freedom and
the lands are yours.
Mine, my lord? The lands Of Kays-
witch mine? Why then he shall not
Hush, Pietro! What is understood
need not be repeated. But see, the sun is
setting, and there is much for you to do
Suppose you attend Paul Immediately; he
may require your service
sAy, and I'll attend him faithfully, my
lord said the ether, with an ominous
smile.
i trust so See that he wants for moth
ing, Pietro.'
Il will, my lord. But there is one thing
l forgot to tell you; your brother is also
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impossible exclaimed the Count
He sent me word the day before yesterday
that he would not be here until to- morrow.
Yet he has come, my lord. | saw one
of his attendants as was on my way here
and he informed me that his master was
about to visit the Palace de Rosenburg.-
sAnd ere this he is closeted with Alex
auder !! cried the Count, pacing hurriedly
to and fro. BY heaven' he exclaimed
'but troubles are thickening around me !
The duke, no doubt, will reveal to him the
prediction and he, with his strong sense
and logic, will laugh him out of it, anc
then confuse everything. Fool that
was l should have told him of the plar
when last we met. Well, well, I'll still
hope for the best ! see to the grand-duke
Pietro'
i will, my lord, and casting anothe
glance at the juggler, he bowed and left th'
room.
His hours are numbered said the Count
after moments pause, and referring t.
Paul. Then turning to Saint Pierre, h'
was surprised to see him leaning agains
the wall, his face flushed as with fever
and seemingly so weak as to be scarce abl
to stand. Why, Sir Mountebank he ex
claimed, 'are you i'll p
'Ay, my lord, a slight complaint of tn
heart which attacks me occasionally re
piled Saint Pierre, laying his hand upo'
his breast with an expression of iutens
suffering. There, it is over uow,' he saie
at length. you were speaking of Henri. =
yes, 1 forgot. was about to observe
when Pietro entered, that you should hav'
accepted the dukes Offer
The Mountebank almost smiled. H,
had OWNED at once what the Count va
coming to; and, as the reader will short
ly see, it had been his intention to accep
the dukes offer from the first. But as h'
wished to sift de Moner's motives thorough
!! ly, he gazed at him with an expression o
assumed surprise, and asked.
why, my lord?
Dolt! do you not see the advantage o
having friend like him an inmate o
Alexander's household, to follow hin
wherever he goes-to thrust himself int
hooks and crannies and strange places, ant
overhear every word that passes-to slyl,
read every paper the duke may leave on hi
table-to open by means of false keys hi
private desks-aud to bring me word o
every thing? Come, you must accept th'
dukes offer?'
/ Indeed, my lord,' said Saint Pierre, will
affected reluctance, Il cannot part with him.
Your reward
NAY, speak not of it,
'One hundred roubles.'
But
Five hundred
Nay, l.
"a thousand
Saint Pierre walked to the window, ap
parently for the purpose of considering, bu
in reality to hide the smile which illumina
ted his features, and which even he coal'
not prevent from appearing. After musin|
for several moments, he returned
BE it so, my lord he said. 4 accep
your proposition
A grim smile passed over the Count
features as the words escaped his lips.
WAS I not right when | said that ever
mau had his price?' he muttered. 'Pshaw
gold is the lever to move his heartp The
turning to his companion he said aloud,