Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1865-11-23

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himself near my small table "Her Kapf,
he said, 81 come -"
At this moment his eye fill on the uufn
ished sketch, and he gazed at it tixedly fo
several moments.
care you the author of this drawing p
he asked, looking on me with the same at
tention which he had bestowed on my work
81 am, SIR"
"What is its price 2"
81 do not sell my sketches; it is merely
design for painting"
"Ah !" said he, taking up the paper del
icately with the tips of bis long sallow fin.
gers; and with the aid of his eye-glass be
studied the sketch closely.
A ray of sunshine entered obliquel1
through the small dormer window. Won
Spreckdsbp, long nose BECAME more hooked
and his thick eyelashes contracted, lending
sinister expression to his lean wrinkled
face The silence was so profound that
heard distinctly the plaiptive buzzing of a
fly caught in spiders web
"And the dimensions of the painting,
Herr Kapff ?" said be at last, without
looking up.
"Four feet by three"
"Its price"
"Fifty ducats."
My visitor laid the sketch on the table,
and drew from bis pocket long, we'll filled
purse of green silk. "Fifty ducats," be
repeated "there they are"
And throwing down the pieces, the baron
saluted me, and was gone before bad suf
fciently recovered from my amazemeut to
utter word of thanks. I heard his walk
ing stick strike on each stair as he descend
ed, and I ran down quickly after him. But
when I reached the door of the inn, he was
already gone. looked up and down the
Street, but he was not to be seen.
"Well, this is odd enough" muttered
and having remounted the five fight Of
stairs. I sat down at the table frightened
by the unwonted CLEAN of gold, and re
solved to finish the sketch without delay
few more touches of the orayon were all
that was required. But these. few touches,
try as l would could not give them. l
had lost the clue to the design, the mystic
rious parsonage would not come out of the
limbe of my brain. 1t was no use to draw
and efface, and draw again. and retouch ;
the creature of my pencil was as discordant
with his surroundings as one of Raphae)s
figures would be in a village alebouse by
Teniers. I threw down my crayon in des-
pair, and the perspiration stood in large
drops on my forehead At that moment
Rapp opened the door, and entered abrupt.
ly; be stood transhxed at tine sight Of the
pile of ducats.
"Ha! ha. l have caught you master
painter" he cried '"tell me again that you
no money"
Enraged at the mans insolept look and
inopportuue entrance, suddenly seized
him by the shoulders, and pushed him vic.
lently outside the door, The landing place
was very narrow he missed his footing,
and rolled down several stairs, shouting as
he bumped along; "My money, you rascal
my money!
RetreatiDg into my room, locked and
double locked the door, while bursts of
laughter from the other lodger's saiuted
Herr .Rapp's downward progress This lit
tie adventure ropsed me, l resumed my
crayon, and was in the act of making anoth.
er attempt on the impracticable corner of
the sketch, when clash of arms grounded
on the pavement opposite caught my ear
l looked out of the window, and saw aeVe;
raj policemen fully armed, stationed, and
keeping guard outside"
"That old villain, Rapp," 1 thought
"can he have met any serious ipjuryP'
Confused voices, and heavy steps mount
ing the stairs my door was violently sha-
ken.
"In the name of the law, open ~
Trembling, though ] scarce knew why,
obeyed Two. muscular hands instantly
grasped my collar, and fat little man in
green uniform, who smell strongly of beer,
came close to me, and said "Henrich Kapf,
I arrest you"
"For what orime?" I inquired, as I re-
cognized the chief of police.
"Come along" he cried roughly, and
made sign to one Of his men to handcuf
me-
Resistance of course was useless l va:
effectually secured. and conveyed dowI
stairs by some of the party; while the 9th
ers ransacked my room 10 every corner
proddiug the furniture, and turning over or
the floor my poor wardrobe and other scan
ty possessions. My captors thrust me int!
covered carriage, and two Of them enter
ed after me, and took their places one a
each aide.
! "What have I done 7' inquired again
! "Hans," said one of them to the other
with sour smile, "he asks what he ha
done ?"
Soon dark shadow euveloped US, as th'
carriage rolled under the gloomy archwa,
which leads to the Raspel Haus, or cit.
prison. The jailer, with a gray woolen cal
on his head, and short pipe between hi
lips, received me from my conductors, ant
having silently introduced me into cell
locked and barred the door, and left me t.
my reflections.
The room was small, but tolerably clean
anathe walls being newly wbitewashed, pre-
sented no inscriptions or drawings, save
rude sketch of gibbet, probably execute'
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