Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1873-03-20
play was Henry VIII. Florimond read the
solilouuy of Wolsey, beginning-

And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is ripening-nips his root,
And then he falls, as do.'
She had read the subsequent conference
with Cromwell and reached those lines
so Cromwell, Cromwell
Had but servd my God, with half the zeal
serv'd nv king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies"
when Florimond felt the book knocked from
her hand, and on looking up in utter astonish-
ment, saw Madame, halfcrying, half-laugh-
ing, and indeed excited to an excessive pitch,
standing over her. Under such unusual cir.
cumstauces, Florimond scarcely knew what
to say or do, but she faltered out, rather
frightened
"What, what is the matter?"
"Oh Florimond," exclaimed Madame, EN-.
bracing her, and speaking with the greatest
enthusiasm, "that was grand Child, you
have wonderful, wonderful voice! Mon
Dieu! if the grand old maestro, FRANCOIS Del
'sarte, of Paris, ce beau Paris, ma ville natalie,
only had the training of that voice and these
make you, Florimond cambridge, an orna-
ment and an honor to histronic art. Come
this rare talent shall not be wasted. I will
teach you all the grand old maestro taught
me, Of this grand, this most potent of all the
fine arts. You did not have the profound sat-
isfaction of knowing, did you, that some few
years ago, your present humble friend was a
pupil Of Francois Delsarte? 2"
"No, did not, said Florimond, wondering
who on earth Francois Delsarte was, had been
or could be!
ain fact, you don't know thing about
your dear friend, do your"
"No, l do not, except that she is the most
charming, most beautiful, most interesting wo-
man I ever knew"
"And that she loves you very dearly"
eyes, I believe that, too."
"Well, and don't you want to know some
thing more about herr"
"To speak truly, yes," said Florimond,
laughing; ri am dying Of curiosity"
"Well, I will tell you," said Madame.
You gave me your confidence and now I will
give you mine. IT'S but fair. But first bring
me sofa cushion, ma petite, and let me make
a couch of this rustic bench"
Florimond brought the pillow, and Madame
Ignatius, telling Susan, the Irish girl, who
now acted in the capacity of Berta's nurse, to
take the child walking in the Convent gar
den, settled herself comfortably, and began her
story.
"My name, before I was married" said
Madame, twas Marguerite Amelie de Chau-
mont, and was bornin Paris. However, my
father who was man of wealth and taste,
lived for the greater portion of the year on his
ancestral estates in the province of Lorraine.
The first sixteen years of my life passed away
and happily, without any thing to
mar the horizon Of my youthful felicity
When had arrived at this sweet April verge
of womanhood,' and during one of our an
nual soiourns in Chateau de Chaumont, I be-
came acquainted with young man whose
name was Clement Dupres. He had just at
tanned his majority, and was young man of
good family, retiring manners, and most af-
fectionate disposition. He had been reared
in retirement and knew little of the world.
Ali think he had the most sincere, the tru-
est heart, and the noblest form, that ever had
to be laid away in the cold grave. Many
years have passed since then, and it has been
my lot to be a wanderer on this earth; but
among all the men have ever seen, have
yet to meet the equal of Clement Dupres!
But must not anticipate Clement was for
several months guest in the Chateau de
Chaumont, and being distant relatives and
both 50 young, we were allowed greater free
dom of intercourse than young people usually
enjoy in my native land. Soon Clement be-
came attached to me with all the enthusias-
tic ardor of an ungoverned nature, and |
loved him warmly in return. For time we
were very happy-too happy this earth.
All! 1 remember as if it were but yesterday,
the heavenly delight of those hours, passed in
his society, sitting amid the flowers with my
hand clasped in his, or walking over the pur-
pie hills, or strolling in the dim regions of the
forest, or sitting in the soft, fathomless shadows
of the moonlight. In our hearts dwelt ado.
ration, and over our happy heads was spread
the pearl-blue sky of cette belle France!
"Well, we were not happy long; but God
judges best for us! Onegentle summer night,
when sat all alone on the porch, gazing into
the bright moon 8 face, and wondering why my
Clement did not seek me as usual, he sudden
ly made his appearance and came toward me
with the greatest agitation. The tright moon
fell full on his face and it was as pale as
death.
"'Marguerite, Marguerite! ! he cried, clasp.
ing me convulsively to his heart, they are
going to destroy our happiness-they are
going to sacrifice you to the God, Mammon.
And when Clement was sufficiently calm, he
unfolded to me the whole matter.
"There was an elderly Englishman, also a
guest at Chateau de Chaumont, to whom had
the strongest aversion. He was quite elderly
and possessed only one recommendation-he
was reputed immensely rich. At this time,
my father, in consequence of great extrava-
gance in our mode of living and great care
lessness in pecuniary matters, was very heavi-
ly in debt One of his creditors, to whom
he owed large amount, threatened to sell
the house over our heads-our ancestral halls,
around which clustered the fondest and proud
est associations You may imagine how such
a painful state of things affected my parents,
esnecially. mon 1fre, a man of high birth,