Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-09-13

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the door, seated himself near the window.
you are early, my lord he said, after
a moments pause, and glancing at the
clock
'Only an hour before my time said the
stranger, who was no other than Ranel
Gotschoff, count de Moner, the cousin and
guardian of Anabel Galetzeu. They were
strange contrast, the two men, resembling
each other in some respects, and differing
| in others. The Counts features were
sharp and thin, too much so to be pleasing;
and the two gray eyes, sank far back into
the head below projecting forehead
beamed ever with sinister and crafty
smile, which was almost frightful to behold,
and made one think that frown would be,
come them better. His forehead was fiat
and projecting, low and almost square in
form his lips were thin, so much 80, that
when closed they were compressed within
the mouth; his nose, long, straight, and
almost transparent, was hooked at the end,
and bore some resemblance to the beak Of
a vulture. Altogether, his face was most
forbidding one, and those who once saw ii
remembered it forever.
We have said that the two men resem.
bled each other in some respects, and diff
fered in others. In height and figure they
were alike, in the tone of the voice, in the
color of their eyes, the short chin, the high
cheek bones.-in all these they were the
counterpart of each other; but there the re-
semblance ceased. The mountebank's fore
head, unlike that of the counts, was high
and massive his eyes were not sunk so fal
back, nor did they wear that ominous smile
which was peculiarly of the counts. A
child running from dog would have fled
to Saint Pierre for safety, rather than to dc
Mouer; nan wanting anything done thai
required address and craftiness, would have
gone to the count, instead of his companion
In age the count was apparently forty
though several years younger; that of the
mountebauk's seemingly fifty, yet in reali
ty, ten years older.
yes, l am only an hour before my time,
said the count, in reply to Saint Pierre's
observation. MY impatience to learn the
result of our scheme was so great, that
could not wait till the appointed hour; and
hearing that you were returned, came
here at once. How have you succeeded !?
Better than I expected, my lord. The
fish swallowed the bait at once
Good = said de Monor, rubbing his hands
gleefully. Now let me have the full par
ticulars.'
Il will, nv lord. This morning, as you
directed, I took my station close to the
Palace de Rosenburg, and narrowly watch
ed every one that came forth I soon hao
crowd around me, and while I was going
through my feats, set Henri to watch the
entrance
'All that know interrupted the count
for l was one of the crowd
Indeed do not remember seeing you.
Nor did intend that you should, sale
de Moner Il stood on the opposite side
of the street, disguised as monk, and re
mained till eleven, when growing weary o.
waiting, I returned home
SO you mistrusted me theu?' said tht
mountebank, singular smile passing ove
his features.
I-not at ALL, replied the other 'Bu
60 on with your story
well, it was nine before the duke ap
peared, and from your description l regcog
nized him at once. He was alone, ant
happening to move my way, the crowd at
tracted his attention, when he came up, anc
applauded my feats as heartily as the rest
After sometime, I announced that in addi
tion to my other talents, possessed that o
fortune teller He was the first to tr,
my skill and I told him word for word a
| you requested me.
Did he express no surprise?
He did, my lord, and once even threat
ened me with his dagger; but we partet
the best of friends. He even went so fa
as to request me to visit him this evening
and to bring Henri with me-
Indeed Who is this Henri?'
MY son.
Better and better. Where is be p
sIn the room below this
His age?
about fourteen
is he lad of discretion p
If you mean one to be trusted, my lord
he is
sAnd bribed?'
Not to berray the secrets Of his master
He is honesty ITSELF
Honesty repeated the count, with
sneer. Honesty, did you say? Pshaw
tits virtue we read of in books-a fitting
theme for poets to pen and praise-but
romance still. Honesty bah that virtue
like the art Of the Damascus, is lost, if in
deed it ever existed. I tell you what it is
Jean Saint Pierre he continued, dashinI
his clenched fist against the table, 'that tn
master who can pay the highest bribe cal
best procure the silence, honesty, or what
ever you may choose to name it, Of thos
that do his bidding
IF such be your creed,' said the noun
tebank, 'wby do you trust me?'
because L am rich, and can pay highe
than others, was the reply.
well, you may be right, my lord,' sal
. Saint Pierre, submissively.
I am right returned the count. sTrus