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

She rose, and smiled with kind of salts
fled sweetness as he took her hand and led her
to the piano.
Dearest" he whispered, as Count Hugo
fingered near the stove which Kate now CO.
quetishly approached, "you look pale. Are
you suffering? Your every pain is mine, dear
one."
He looked down with unutterable fondness
into her face, his earnest, tender gaze speak
ing more than words. Mildred made a ges-
ture as if to lean nearer towards him and said
4 in low voice:
II am quite we'll. But am so sorry for
poor Achille.'
"Why? What do you mean?"
"Do you not see how desperately he is in
love with Kate?"
Jack could not repress his amusement; he
laughed outright. Then controlling himself,
he said" forgive me, dear. I never could
have believed you go blind. Kate and Achil.
le played at sweethearts as babies, and they
have never been able to forget that the non
sensical period of their lives is at an end"
Count Hugo and Kate came towards them
as he spoke, and further condolences were in
terrupted.
The evening sped on. Song and laughter
and pleasant chat so absorbed the little COM
pany that they forgot the passing hours; and
it was not until the tolling of the clock on the
Ludwig Church was heard, that any one re-
marked how late it was
"Twelve, declarew Kate said, counting
aloud.
Mildred looked over her shoulder. She was
standing by a table, showing some sketches to
Mr.. Pignolet.
"Do, Kate, come here and explain this
scene. I have almost forgotten the circum-
stances. The Pass of St. servin,' you know,
where something awful happened have
only faint recollection of hearing it."
The young creole picked up the sketch and
looked at it closely.
Gan Englishman was dashed to pieces as he
attempted to cross during a snow storm. Just
here you see, Achille, from this precipice."
She pointed to a jutting declivity which
rose to fearful height above the gloomy
gorge below.
"What a horrible story!' he muttered,
shivering as he spoke. Mildred saw at once
how his sensibility was affected, and with her
ready tact changed the subject.
"See this picture, Monsieur Achille. 1t is a
brighter one 'Chamouni at Sunrise" But
the creole gazed upon the carte in his hand as
if spell-bound.
"Most horrible |" he repeated then lifting
his eyes slowly to Mildred, he said in voice
almost ghostly-so strangely hollow and un-
natural
ri believe have seen that place. be-
lieve will be killed on that very spot"
He pointed his finger to the rock SIS he
spoke. Then continued:
"And before that hour comes I want you
to know what have come to Europe to tell
you-that I love you, and that have wrong
ed you."
He laid down the carte, and quietly touch
ing her fingers, bowed to the rest and left the
room.
"What is the matter with Achille p Mrs.
Weir asked Kate, who stood thoughtfully ex-
amining the sketch, when her lover had also
made his adieux.
HE is the strangest person" Kate replied,
as if reasoning with herself "1n all his
freaks never saw him act as he did tonight;
I am sure can find no clew to bis sudden de.
pression.n
"A French characteristic" Colonel Mere
dith observed, lighting his bedroom candle,
which aunt Agatha offered him. "There is
never any accounting for their moods Good
night, ladies'"
He shocks hands only with the one nearest
him, which happened to be-Miss Lyle!
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