Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-10-11

hoarsely,
Given to another! Have you never
heard the fate of the Princess Maria p
The girl shuddered.
sBeware!' be said, releasing his hold {;
for never threaten twice. Refuse to wed
Alexander, and you shall be immured in
the walls of dungeon for life. You know
me, Amy; and you know the rights which
the laws of our country give ne, as your
guardian. They have limits, 1 know, but
I will exceed them
you dare not do this thing said Amy,
clasping her hand. Il will appeal to the
Grand Duke
He will laugh at you
TO the Empress!
'And who will admit you to her? Be-
sides you forget that since my brothers
death she has favored me highly, and will
refuse to listen to anything against me-
Perhaps you do not KNOW he added, 'that
she has just raised me to the proud station
of Minister of Police, and that [ hold the
lives and fortunes of millions in my hands!
Then there is no hope 3! said the poor
girl, who knew how almost unlimited was
the power of the holder of that fearful Of
fee
None but in submission, Amy, replied
the Count, in a calmer tone. 'As to this
suitor of yours he added, you shall see
him no more. Seek not to leave the house,
for every step you take will be watched. |
am resolved that this marriage shall take
place, so let me hear no more against it,
'And nothing will turn you from your
purpose?
Nothing
This is cruel said Amy, her eyes filling
with tears. You have no right to coerce
me thus. But the orphan, she added, 'has
one friend to whom she can appeal, and
never in vain
Indeed Who is it p
God = replied Amy. solemnly.
A long silence now ensued, broken oc
casionally by the sobs of the orphan and
an impatient movement of the Count
WELL said the latter at length, as hi
rose from his chair you see lam resolved
Amy; the more so as it will result In you
ultimate benefit. In less than fortnight
I hope to greet you as Empress
Empress !! repeated the astouished girl
You surely jest, my lord
i never jest
But
No more,' said the Count, fercely. {.
tell you | am resolved. Were your fathe
himself to rise from the grave and seek II
turn me from my purpose, would laugl
his appeal to scorn. Heaven ITSELF
will aid thee, Amy! cried voice.
The door was flung open, and a man en-
veloped in black cloak, which efectuall,
concealed his features, darted into th'
room.
WHO are you p exclaimed de Moner
laying his hand upon his sword.
Your master! was the reply. Th'
cloak fell, and the tall gaunt form of th'
mouutebauk stood revealed to the view o
the astonished Count.
Living! he cried, starting back 'Liv
ing!
'Ay, living replied Saint Pierre stern
i ly. Living, and here to speak that which
will freeze your blood, paral yze your heart
and make you curse the hour that brough
you into this breathing world. Young la
dy,' he continued, turning to Amy, 'leav'
me alone with this vile man, for 1 have
that to say to him which it is uniting 20,
should hear So, Count de Moner,' III
said, as she left the room, you never expec
ted to see me again 2
i did not, replied the Count, as soor
as he had somewhat recovered from tht
astonishment into which the sudden appear
ance of the strange man whom he had 81
long deemed dead, had thrown him.-
Fool p he added, with grim smile, 'te
beard me in the very place where am al
powerful. gave you credit for more wis
DOM
OF which you possess but little your
SELF said the mountebank. SO you are
plotting still,' he added. 'Methinks you
are resolved that at least one part of my
prediction shall be fulfilled
'All, you should have said
There you lie !! said the other. wretch
in an hour the proofs of your vil!iany will
be in the hands of the Empress, and to.
morrow your head shall fall beneath the
axe of the headman You laugh and doubt
my word! Soon-oh ! soon-that smile
will be changed to the look of agony which
any man, however hardened his heart may
be, must feel when he hears that the bullet
intended for another, and discharged by bis
own hand, few wide of its mark, and
pierced the brain of his own-his only son =
Almighty God ! cried the unhappy
man and he fell back insensible.
The blow has killed him. muttered Saint
Pierre; and stopping down, he tore open
his coat and laid his hand upon his heart.
1t still beats, however; and after uulooseu-
ing the neckcloth, the mouutebank drew a
vial from his pocket, and thrustiDg it be-
meath the Counts teeth, poured the con-
tents down his throat. The effect was in.
stantaneous. The nobleman opened his
eyes, shuddered slightly; and then after
some exertion rose slowly to his feet.
Dead ? dead! he muttered family, his
eyes CLASSY, and his face pale, as though the
icy hand of death was upon it.
yes, ead;-slain by the hands of his
own father replied Saint Pierre. oh it