Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1872-03-21


grace, nor his wit, nor any of those gift
which made him the idol of society, that nov
brought the new worshipper to bow at his
shrine Alas Music, which to his sensuout
nature was hut an interpreter of passion, had
wrought her wrong" That light which il
Illuminated his features, and which seemed tc
her the radiance of true artist-soul, was but
the reflection of an earthly igais fat'tus-a
bog.candle lit by foul vapors.
Mildred was still sitting with him, listening
as one amateur after another took their places
at the piano, and some song or duett or in
strumental performance followed in success
sion. They had heard all; but few low
words seemed to betray, from time to time
the similar train of thought in each mind.
Presently Kate Moreton advanced, led by
M. Pignolet. She stood for a moment beside
the piano, looking nervously around while she
removed her gloves. Her eyes rested upon
Mildred who smiled sympathetically; but
her cousin did not seem to have observed it
Taking her seat at the piano, she began to
play sparkling waltz of Chopin, which,
however, quickly glided into a Pol0naise, wierd
and fantastic-and as quickly changed again
into Listz' "Lucia." ~
"What a mixture she is making!" some.
body said ill-naturedly near Mildred as the
movement was undergoing its third change
Waldemar turned and looked quietly at the
speaker, and then as the magnificent introduc'
ton rolled through the apartment, not anoth'
er sound was heard.
The air began-that pathetic sextette in
which the stricken Lucy bemoans her destiny,
and Kate Moretons whole being became con-
centrated in its intense and passionate pathos'
There was an expression Of strong yet sup
pressed excitement about her closed lips which
few would have observed, but which struck
Mildred at once. She rose involuntarily as
the last chords were struck, and walked to-
ward the piano, with that unconscious, easy
grace which characterized all her movements
Kate was sitting quite still, and several
persons had gathered around her. She raised
her eyes as Mildred approached, and bril-
liant smile overspread her features.
"It was rash effort" she said, taking the
offered hand of her cousin, "but I believe I
have interpreted it as never did before"
The naivets of her expression was perfectly
unaffected. AS true musician, she was with
out vanity, while at the same time fully en-.
joying and appreciating her own talent.
"You have indeed" Mildred exclaimed,
with pride and delight shining in her eyes.
II never heard you play so beautifully"
"And reiterate that most sincerely"
Waldemar stood beside them, and the low,
earnest voice lent additional meaning to his
words Kates red lip twitched convulsively
she drew on her gloves, and made no reply.
II think we had better find mamma" she
said, rising presently.
"Oh do stop moment, Kate. We want
you to sing that divine duett from Don Pas
q,.ale with Mr.. Waldemar. Now, do be ac-
commodating."
The speaker was perfect blonde, with the
palest Aaxen hair falling over her alabaster
shoulders in the most wanton profusion; large
eyes of pure violet hue and child.like express
sion and a figure as plump and rounded as
a Circassian girl for sale in some Oriental
market-place. Her exquisite throat and arms
were encircled by rows Of great emeralds set
in Etruscan gold, and stomacher Of rare
point d. GAlencon scarcely concealed her neck,
while enhancing its pearly fairness. Truly
she was woman for whom men 60 mad-and
yet her intellect could be bounded in nut
shell. AS she stood there Mildred recalled
the old legends ofLurlei and Circe the very
liquid enchantment of her voice seemed pos.
sessed of an unholy spell.
"Pray don't say no, Kate" she plead with
that child.like earnestness which people who
did not know her thought as real as it was
charming. "See, Mr.. Waldemar is waiting
to begin"
He had seated himself at the instrument,
and looked intently at Kate's naughty face.
Excuse me, Ninon; I do not feel inclined
to sing this evening"
She did not glance toward Waldemar, but
passing her arm through that Of the nearest
gentleman, who happened to be Mr.. Falconer,
walked away.
Ninon Pignolet shrugged her shoulders,
and drew down the corners Of her rosebud
mouth.
"Chacus son gout," she murmured, laying
a familiar hand upon Waldemars arm, and
continued in French-"I had rather hear you
sing alone any way, and only asked her be-
cause every body seemed to expect it."
He looked at her with peculiar smile on
his face; then turned to Mildred and said /:
"I will sing you the song of which we were
speaking yesterday" and without prelude
began Beethoven's "Adelaida."
"Loney wanders thy friend In Springs green garden,
Mildly e1ms!h he mSgs Light Ground ns him
AdeIaida- Adelaide,
In the mirror-like streams,
Like Ap-hills,
In the vanishing daylight's golden cloudlets
In the field of the too
Cleans thine image-thine image,
Adelaide
Evening winds In the tender leaves are whispering
Silver May-bels amidst the cool grass rustlng,
Waters murmuring,
And nightIngales keep huting g.
Adelaida!"
The voice spoke to Mildred. That unmis.
taxable intuition with which women are mer-
cifully endowed kept whispering to her quick
beating heart, ut is for thee 1T is for thee !"
"Adelaida-Adelaida-
The voice kept calling as wandering soul
for its lost mate, and Mildred's inmost being
responded: II am here"
When be rose and drew her hand THROUGH