Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1873-11-13
that YOU hold dear, to share the fortune of
poor exile like myseff?'
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was for an instant only. HIS face flushed
and his eyes shone with their wonted fire as he
said
"Then be it So Together we will reach
our Elr.ofi' home. Once there, our future lie
shall be one long dream Of love.
A week after this conversation they were
married, and then took their departure for
Caracas, where they arrived in due time.
Armengolc engaged dwelling in the most
fashionable part Of the city, and Mice was as
happy as the day was long. Each hour
seemed to add to the intensity of the love she
bore her husband.
Time sped on its winged flight, and Alice
became conscious of change i'll the manner
of Amengole His demands for money be-
came more and more pressing, and she willing
ly acceded to every request. Soon his ao,
scnces from home began to grow longer and
longer, but he lullcd her gentle complaints to
rest by stories of his having discovered way
to recover one of his many estates, and that
he was compelled to take many long journeys
to carry out his plans, ending explanations
with fresh demand for money, it being, he
said, impossible to gain his object without a
liberal expenditure Of gold.
One day while Armengole was lying on
sofa in his chamber smoking cigar the door
was suddenly thrown open, and his wife
rushed in with the air of an enraged tigress.
Her hair was disordered, her face was Grim
son, and her eyes fairly blazed with rage.
All the fire of her passionate nature was
fairly reused within her. In her hand she
carried an open letter. She stopped within a
few feet of the sofa, and glared on Armengole
as though she would destroy him with her
gaze. The Senor smoked on unmoved, al.
though he surmised something terrible had
happened. His GOODNESS maddened her.
"Armengole," she cried, in voice almost
choked with passion. "Armengole, you arc a
villain! You have ruined me-
He turned quietly on his side, and looked
at her with as little apparent emotion as
marble figure.
81 received this letter moment ago" she
cried. "'rell me, sir, are its statements true
or false?" and she placed the letter in his
hands.
Armengole removed his cigar and read the
letter from beginning to end, without moving
muscle of his countcnance while so doing.
1t read as follows:
LONDON, Jan. Il. lS12.
DEAR MADAM: Allow me to congratulate You
on Your choice of Il husband. In accepting him
you not only pleased your own fancy but mine
also. / chose him for YOU. Know that your be-
loved husband, Senor l1cnrico, is no Venezuelan.
but a London adrcnturcr, his real name being
Thomas Ralclin, his profession, gambling. You
spurncd my love. and am now rcvcngcd for the
slight You put upon me. wish You every hap
pncSS with your dear husband.
Your old friend,
EUGENE CAERINGToN.
"Well, sir, is that letter true or false :" said
Alice as Armcngole commenced to rclold the
letter.
"Madan, it is true" was the cold reply.
"True my God ~ groancd the wretched
woman, sinking into chair.
"Evcry word," replied Armengolc
"Nillain villain to lure an innocent girl
from home and friends to serve your base pur-
poses, to make the hearts best feelings sub.
servicnt to your love of gain! You have
despoiled me Of my fortune, leaving me as
poor as you are But you shall rue this yet
| have home and friends
"a thousand miles away
cay, but l will reach them for all that,
though it were ten thousand, and then, scoun-
drel, YOU shall tremblc"'
"Indeed Then seek them at once by all
means. l have no desire to dctain you. |
have no claim upon you-you are not my
wife.
"Not your wife Liar"
"Umph Not so, for when | married you
my first wife was still living. | am speaking
plainly now for the first time since | have
known you. never loved or cared for you.
Your fortune was stake worth playing for;
played for it and won it."
While he was speaking, the eyes of Alice
had rested on Il small dagger which 4Armen-
cole always wore, and which was lying on 4
table near her. Reaching out her hand she
possessed herself of the weapon, and rs the
last words passed his lips she sprang madly
forward and plunged the dagger into his
bosom. Armengole uttered a loud cry, then
sprang from the sofa and raised his arm to
strike her down, but she caught it as it de-
scended, then drove the poinard in his throat,
and Amengole fell forward on his face-a
corpse.
Alice stood for moment gazing on the
body with eyes that cleaned the wild fire of
insanity, then with wild unmuscal laugh
she plunged the dagger into her heart.
Eugene Darlington was terribly avenged.
SAVED BY 4 DREAM.
Permit me to Introduce the speaker, Mr..
Haskell, western stage drivcr-a man muscu-
lar, and with an eye as keen and unllinchng
us an eagles.
| drove the stage from New Sharon to
Wexford, a distance of thirty miles. In the
Spring and Fail when the travel was bad, |
always tarricd over night at Wexford, going
down to New Sharon the next day, but during
the Summer | on ly tarricd for fresh horses
there, and returned by night. liked that
plan better, for it gave me some leisure to be
with my family.
The night of which am going to tell you,
was late in Autumn. 1t had been a mighty
tough storm, all the way up-a north-eastcr,
just as full Of needle points lis they could stuff
in. Fine hail, YOU understand, and rain frcez-
ing up and iro>tng your beard, giving one Il
remarkable ifnot a pleasing cast of countc.
nance. had but two passengers up, al old
man with very white hair and beard and Il
younger man with slight Stoop, and no other
popularity, that noticed | took the mail
bags outside with me under the apron.
| wasn't Il particle sorry when the village
Of Wexford blinked ut me with its numerous
eyes from crcviccs in the showers Of driving
slcct.
Wexford was dignifcd by the name Of vii
lagc, or South Wexford, more properly, for
there was only 4 meagre collection Of five or
six houses, and drove through this place,
usually putting up at the half way house, as
it was termed Beyond this half way house
was Wexford proper, with quite buStling
business air in lis one lugc smoke stack, and