Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1867-07-18

pended for success on his sword-Victor relied on
his pen. he was graceful and elegant writer
but poor and friendless, his success was not equal
to his genius; he was obliged to write for bread,
not fame. Victor was not discouraged by his want
of success. He was persuaded that the dark
clouds which hovered over him, would at last be
dispelled, and that the world would acknowledge
his merit. Young St Aubyn's dreary existence
was sometimes Enlightened by delightful dreams.
In these exquisite moments his disappointment
was forgotten and his cheerful chamber was chan
ged as if by magic He saw before him galleries Of
light and airy beauty filed with lovely women, who
crowned him with amaranthine wreaths as he ap-
preached. One morning, while Victor was dream
ing gorgeous dream like this, the ETHEREAL fabric
was suddenly demolished by gentleman coming
in and exclaiming "Victor, would you like to ex-
change this poor room for charming retreat near
Paris. beautiful villa in the midst of shady
groves and blooming gardens?"
Certainly, most desirable exchange, my dear
Eugene BIT how is it to be done?"
''R5 marrying Emile Lamont.
"And pray who is Emile Lamont?'
"Who is Emile Lamont why, all Paris is ring
'The sound hasnot ascendedso high as my ROOM
Tell me about her." ,.... .....
'sEmilie Lamont better known as the Lady of
Larose, has announced that she will accept the ad-
dresses of any gentleman who pleases her and be-
stow upon him her hand and fortune, if he can be
satisfied with an inconceivably ugly face. Many
have visited her, but only one gentleman as yet
has mustered up sufficient courage to pop the ques-
ton"
"Really, Eugene, this is most singular and in
teresting affair. am tempted to visit the Lady
of Larose merely out Of curiosity"
''Do so, Victor; perhaps something may come
1T. Goodbye"
A few days after this conversation, Victor put
on the best suit of clothes that his scanty wardrobe
contained, and proceeded to visit the Lady Of La
rose. He did not go at once to the house. but
wandered about the grounds, delighted with the
beauty of the scene. A new surprise met him at
every turn. In one place he came to little rivu-
let running through the grassy turf, which was
gemmed with thousand flowers. Here he came
across grotto, whose cool recesses wooed him to
enter. In another place he saw fountain Of wa
ter sparkling in the sunlight. He reached the flow
cry eminence, which was adorned with pavilion
so deGcately constructed that it might have been
the work of fairy hands. Around and about the
spot, gorgeous pheasants and stately peacocks walk
ed with pompous steps. At last his eyes rested
upon the crowning glory Of the scene-the superb
villa of Larose.
Victoradvanced with hesitating steps to the mag
ni6cent porch, where he was met by servant, who
politely invited him to walk in the house Enter
ing the saloon, the poor young man was amazed at
the splendid display. He began to repent Of his
presumption in daring to offer himself as suitol
to the possessor of so much wealth; he dreaded te
meet the Lady of Larose, and thousand times he
wished himself back in his poor chamber.
While occupied with the thought, the door open
ed and Emile Lamont entered Victor arose anC
bowed as she came forward, without raising hi!
eyes to her face With voice as sweet as angels
when welcoming souls to elysian bliss, she addres
sed him, and on the subject which is always inter
esting to every man-himsef
''May ask whether you are Monsieur St. Au
byn, the poet?
'sI do not know, Mademoiselle, whether I de
serve the name of poet, but plead guilty to pub
fishing verse year ago, which brought but LITTLE
fame and less money"
'sYour beautiful book should have secured yot
both"
cam I to understand that Mademoiselle Lamon
has read my little book ?"
II have read and admiredit over and over
gain, and if all the world were like me, your bool
would have made you famous"
'sIf all the world were like you, this world woult
be paradise" cried Victor, overjoyed to hear hi
neglected book praised.
''Look at me, Monsieur St. Aubyn, is paradis
composed of such?'
Victor raised his eyes to her face, those lip
were indeed hideous, but from them had com
words of praise and encouragement to cheer hin
onward in his effort to reach Fame's proud temple
Those cheeks were thin and yellow, but perhap
they had glowed with enthusiasm over his poetry
eff you will excuse me, Mademoiselle, l WI
say that the hours are not quite so plain"
"Don't mince matters, Monsieur st. Aubyn-
nv glass tells the truth, and want you to do like
wise."
ssBut Mademoiselle, it is not customary for gen
tlemen to speak so plainly to ladies about their pei
sonal appearance"
Monsieur Victor St. Aubyn, want you to un
lderstand once for all, that Emile Lamont Is nc
like other women. Therefore, do not hesitate
say what you think Of me-
i "Wen, then, if you insist upon it. l can only sa
that you are bitter ugly"
"Bitter ugly! like that, indeed; that Is II
freshing-bitter ugly-vey good!' cried Emile
with a laugh as sweet and musical as silver bel
II am glad my plain language has not ottende
you. 1t is certainly venturing upon rather dar
, gerous ground to tell lady that she is ugly"
"You must remember that am not like othe
women" -,
!, Emile rang the bell and ordered the servant
| have everything arranged in the blue room.
s'You have harp, Mademoisele; do you pla
and sing?" asked Victor, drawing her attention
a superb instrument in one corner OF the room
! s'Sometimes to while away weary hour.
"Will you favor me with some musicT he asI
ed, handing her the harp. =.
s'With pleasure" /" said Emile, lightly touchln
the strings, and eliciting strains that might haV
come from the inspired fingers Of st. Cecilia
y'"What shall sing?"