Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1872-05-16
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A faint outline in the gathering twilight
alone could be distinguished; and at that
moment Colonel Meredith announced that all
was ready, and they joined their elders on the
shore. Aunt Agatha was in ecstacies at the
associations Of Altorf William Tell was q
favorite hero of hers, and she called upon
Mildred as they walked along to repeat Bry'
ants fine lines:
"Chains may subdue the feeble spirit, but thee,
Tell of the iron heart they could not tame"
She was leaning upon the arm Of her niece,
Henriette and Colonel Meredith in the rear ;
80 Mildred began in low voice. They were
in the well-known public square before she
finished, and with hearts thrilled by the grand
memory the two stopped to contemplate this
scene of tyrant's revenge and patriots
victory.
"What is it?" Henriette asked, looking
around in her dazed way; II don't see what
you are stopping for in this stupid old street.
Do let US 90 on and get some supper. am
fearfully hungry"
"Why, Eta, this is the spot upon which
Tell refused to bow to Gessler's cap, and
where be shot an arrow through the apple on
the head of his son.
"Well, l am sure I don't see anything very
wonderful in the place; and how do you know
but Tell was humbug every wayr
"Oh! Eta, you are incorrigible! Aunt
Agatha exclaimed but they went on, laugh.
ing heartily at Henriette's severely practical
view of matters, which liberty she never re-
sented, being perfectly satisfied that hers was
the sensible way, and despising sentiment
with all her matter-of:fact soul.
They were seated around the table upon
which was spread substantial meal, combin-
ing dinner and supper in one; and were grow
ing enthusiastic in praise of the Swiss cuisine
when great clatter on the street in front OF
the hotel arrested the conversation. Kate
was instantly at the window.
"Itis travelling carriage" she announced,
land there is gentleman alighting. Oh! in
more animated voice, "it is Achille Pigno'
LELAND there is Ninon and Madame!"
And there they were to be sure. 1t is
strange how a mere Indifferent acquaintance
is transformed into an intimate friend by an
accidental meeting in foreign land. The
sight of familiar face-the sound of ia
miliar language becomes inexpressibly vel
come. 1t was thus the two parties mutually
felt. Mrs. Weir, Miss Lyle, and Madame
Pignolet had known each other as girls; and
though long years had since intervened, the
ladies now renewed their acquaintance with
zest. Madame Pignolet was real Creole
pretty, vain, affected, and shallow, but very
pleasant and loveable. Her daughter had
much more depth Of character, and was even
more dazslingly beautiful than when Mildred
had 6rst met her year before. She glided
into the room, her violet eyes beaming, her
yellow hair escaping in shining masses from
under her quaint felt cap, and caught Kate in
her arms.
"Oh! my dear old Kitty" she murmured,
chow very glad I ann!
And heterogeneous soul-forgot this was
one of Ninon's "ways," and was as heartily
and demonstratively glad to hear the soft,
Aute.like tones of her old aversion as if she
had always believed in and loved her. There
was no hypocrisy in her greeting either; with
such temperaments as Kate Moreton's to
love is to be happy, to hate is to be miserable.
However intensely she might feel it at the
moment, her resentment was soon forgotten ;
and though Ninon had never done her any
direct injury, from the time they were chill
dren together, Kate had openly avowed the
Creole snare and delusion. She had
watched her, too, win Alexis Waldemar away
by arts and graces; and she had seen with un'
disguised pleasure the utter failure Of fasci-
nation and beauty when the oonsummate tri'
aer became weary of the rose-oh,ius which
bound him but brief period. But when
Mildred became "uan,queur du vanqleur,"
Kate's sympathetic heart felt for Ninon as
she did for herself. And at last on the even
ing when the news reached them of the sud-
den and awful death of the man that had
well-nigh wrecked them both-her first
thought had been of the frivolous coquette
who had once laughed 50 heartily at Kate's
wasted love. The brilliant assemblage, Of
which Ninon Pignolet was the most admired
ornament on that fatal night, little dreamed
what wild grief distorted the beautiful fea.
lures, and tore with unavailing despair the
dishevelled, golden tresses, when she was
alone and face to face with her sin and re-
morse. But no traces Of these remained when
she again reappeared in the gay world; and
now as she stood in her radiant beauty, light
ing up the dull little inn-parlor as with dia-
mond's fash, who would have guessed that
the fire of passion and jealousy and hatred yet
burned in her breast. though Waldemar lay
in his grave and the daisy.face of her rival
could no more stir the silent sleeper.
Mildred rose from her seat and advanced to
the newcomer. She offered her hand silent
ly; Ninon's pink.tipped fingers closed over
the slender palm while the lava-tide surged
within:
at has been long since we met" was all
she said. Memory was too cruel even for her
cold, selfish nature to withstand.
But here We must not linger.
The next morning found the travellers on
their way to the mountains. When evening
fell they were safely in the inn which lies at
the entrance of the St. Gothard Pass. There
were few and poor accommodations, but with
that happy forethought which distinguishes
an experienced tourist, Colonel Meredith and
lack had proyided all things necessary for q