Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1872-05-09

by another similarly addressed, bearing the
crest of Won Altenberg.
CHAPTER XVI.
"Have said in this
Aught darkly or incompletely
"Do not wrap thy speech
PRoMETHEUs BOUND.
November had come and gone, and our
friends began to talk Of going to Italy for the
winter. Most of the party were very anxious
to spend Christmas in Rome, and only aunt
Agatha appeared loath to move. She and
Kate held long conferences, sometimes in
their own rooms, but oftener in retired nook
of the salon, which, however, Miss Lyle inva.
riably vacated when Count Hugo made his
appearance.
Kate had grown serious, and seldom now
made her little jokes. Her anxiety on the
subject of the mails was unaccountable.
Once, when Jack said to her, "You must be
expecting love-letter, Kitty-who is the
fortunate man ?" she blushed so painfully that
her sagacious brother began to suspect the
real state of affairs.
Count Altenberg was constant visitor.
Scarcely an evening passed but the young
aid-de.camp was one of their number, either
at home or abroad at opera, ball or tste.
The royal family had returned to the winter
palace, and preparations began to be made
for numerous festivities. Count Hugo took
an almost child-like delight in such matters,
and dozen times a day he might be seen gal
Looping down the strasse, on some business con-
nected with review or masque, amateur
theatricals, or an art exhibition. He was a
genuine enthusiast, and his passion for the
dark-eyed Southerner seemed to augment the
activity and power of his character.
The Baroness Won Sterndorf seemed to be
in the secret, for she redoubled her attentions
to the entire party; but particularly did she
honor Kate, who now spent hours at the fine
old house in the Odson Platz, studying Guido
and Holbein to her hearts content. On these
occasions Mildred invariably accompanied
her cousin, and the two girls found great
pleasure in the society of their accomplished
hostess. Petite Nina abandoned her stiff po-
sition and her sitter governess when the ia.
miliar voices were heard in the drawing.
room.
"Ah you have come" she would murmur
in tone Of satisfied happiness. ."Ihave been
watching for you all morning, and had to pick
out an entire rosebud in my embroidery be-
cause was so distrau. Imade the most un.
pardonable mistakes. Mein Herr q" relapsing
into her native tongue as she became excited,
II hate embroidery! hate drawing! 1
hate French! I hate everything that Man,
selle LIE Febre gives me to dol"
NAY, ma petite" Mildred said, laughing at
the child's vehemence, but plying her mar
tyrdom, "All this will soon end, and you
will make your debut and have nothing to
disturb you beyond drive in the Hymphen.
berg, and ball at the palace, eh?"
"Oh I don't care about that" the little
Fraulein replied coolly II should like, how.
ever, to attend bali with my cousin Hugo,
and dance gallop with him. My governess
says he waltzes divinely. Have you ever
been partner of my cousin Hugo?" turning
to Kate, who was busy examining table Of
Italian mosaic, and appeared to be unconscious
of the subject lately introduced.
my cousin Hugo von Altenberg," repeated
Nina in emphatic tones, "dances divinely.
Did you ever waltz with him, Mademoiselle p
"No-yes-I believe have had that hon
or" Kate replied abstractly; "but come,
Nina, we are not going to stop this morning.
We have your mammals permission to take
you with us to the Conservatorium. There is
to be a rehearsal at halfpast twelve, and we
have tickets. Get your hat and shawl"
The girl bounded away, and soon returned,
ready for the unusual excursion, glad to be
rid of her thraldom for a brief space.
The three passed down the Strasse and
soon entered the beautiful hall Of the Conser-
vatory of Munich, one Of the finest schools OF
music in the world. Upon the stage the chill
dren were already arranged in rows, and in
front was the orchestra, a well-selected band
of wind and string instruments.
The choruses, from the best oratorios and
operas, we're sung with great precision and
power; and several solos interspersed the
performance, of more than usual beauty, and
rendered with the taste which characterizes
the true artist.
Our little party we're seated in retired
part of the room, Mildred entirely unconscious
of all save the exquisite harmony which filled
the apartment; but suddenly Nina touched
her arm and whispered:
"There is gentleman standing near the
door who has been Watching you for long
WHILE"
Mildred turned quickly, a flush Of indigna-
ton crimsoning herface. There stood Achille
Pignolet! He bowed and smiled as their
eyes met. Mildred shuddered as if she had
seen ghost,
"Kate," she said, leaning over to her cousin,
"4 feel ill. Let US 60 home.'
"OA! Mademoiselle," demonstrated Nina in
grieved voice, "hear that lovely sextette.
1t would be such a pity to interrupt it. Wait
one moment more, please"