Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1873-03-20
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Written for the Yorkville Enquirer.
FLORIMOND;
DIVORCE OR No DIVORCE
BY MRS. CLARK WARING.
CHAPTER VII.
FI.oRIMOND's HAVEN.

FLoR1MoND's HAVEN.
Let us return to Mrs. cambridge. On
reaching her. own room, after such aprecipitate
retreat from the library, she hastily threw on
her straw seaside, throwing over it a thick
brown veil next she took from her wardrobe
a small travelling sachel, evidently packed
ready for a sudden emergency, and then, with
the utmost care, so as not to awaken it, she
took up the sleeping child. Berta was
sound sleeper, and behaved beautifully on the
occasion. Avoiding the front part of the
house, toward which Col. cambridge was now
approaching, Florimond made her way hastily
down the private stairway, which communi-
Gated with the upper part of the house, ran
across the back yard and through the kitchen
garden, to a small gate, which opened on
different street from the front of the house.
Passing through this, she closed it carefully
after her, and then keeping as much as posi-
BILE on the outskirts of the town, walked as
rapidly as her unusual burden would allow.
Finally, she left the town entirely, and cross
ing an open space, came in sight of large
brick building surmounted by a cupola and
surrounded by high brick wall. 1t was the
convent of St. Eustache. Passing the front
gate of this handsome building, Florimond
proceeded to the back of it, and stopping at
a small postern gate rang for admittance.
Some moments elapsed and then footsteps
were heard within, and the mellow voice of a
young Irish girl, whose face was barely visible
through the crack of the gate, asked what
was wanted.
"Is Madame Ignatius at home?' enquired
Florimond
'I do not know-I will see."
await" said Florimond; "tell her the
hawk is flying in the air, and the scared
pigeons flee from the dovecote."
This message brought Madame Ignatius
herself; woman apparently in the prime of
life, and having countenance whose divine
sweetness and serenity possessed a subtle
charm for every beholder.
"Wecome to the wanderers" was her salu-
tation, extending both hands and drawing
Florimond into the shaded garden. Taking
the child from her wearied arms, she said
"Although I have been expecting this mes
sage every day for the last year, still it took
me greatly by surprise. When did he come !"
"Just few moments ago. saw him, for
tunately, as he was galoping up the oak ave-
nue.. Oh! how it has excited me, and I am
so weary
"No WONDER" said Madame. "It is long
distance, and Berta no feather. Come right
into the house" ;" and she led the way to
small white cottage, nesting behind the main
building, and looking like fairy habitation
in the midst of its overarching trees and clam
bering vines and wilderness of flowers.
II do think this is more delightful than
those refreshing groves on the banks of Ilyssus
and Cephisus" said the weary Florimond,
sinking down on the first seat she could find.
II do think it is the most peaceful spot on
earth. Dear Madame, shall never cease to
bless the propitious fate which led to our meet
ing around that poor womans dying bed;
which led to your noble friendship, and that
sympathy which has soothed and comforted
me in adversely; which gave me the advan-
tage of your sublime companionship, elevating
my thoughts and aspirations to higher attain
ments of mental and moral culture; and
which gave me, too, the entrance to this seclu-
ded spot Ye grand old trees, ye fragrant
bowers, believe me, the sweet hours have
passed beneath the spell of your enchantment,
shall dwell in my memory forever"
"Nor shall these trees and bowers soon for
get the lovely presence and the eloquent voice
which has interpreted so lovingly their mute
language. But, Florimond, I am dying of
curiosity. What were your feelings when
you saw Albert ?"
81 felt as if had been suddenly stunned"
said Florimond.
"For few moments I could not move, and
then I felt so odd I thought l was going to
die right of. How ever got out of the room,
up stairs, and down again with Berta in my
arms-and through the garden, and through
the streets, is a mystery to me-"
"Strength from above" suggested Madame.
II don't know said Florimond slightly
smiling. "Grandmother would differ from
you there and say rather strength from Satan,
who helps his own She thinks it altogether
most ungodly piece of business"
"And how does Albert look?"
"Better than ever" said Florimond, her
face flushing. II do believe, Madame, he is
thehandsomest creature that walks this earth"
"What an odd compound you are!' ex-
claimed Madame. "How in the world could
you fly from him, feeling so keenly the power
ofhis beauty?"
Il will tell you," said Florimond, in sullen
bitterness "He has injured me- and never
forgive an injury and then he has made me
unhappy and I'll never forgive him that; and
what I will least forgive of all, is the poor
requital he has made me for my hearts deep
est, tenderest affection. l know there is a
vast wealth of love in his proud heart, and do
YOU think in lieu of that | will be satisfied
with bare tolerance? Stone for bread p
"ro have thirsted for the sea : to have received
A drop no bigger than drop Of dew!'
81 think, Florimond," said Madame, "you
must have Italian blood in your veins, for
your eyes have all the slumberous glory and
the decetful languor Of the Italian and, be-
sides, you are so vindictive"
"The blood in my veins" said Florimond,
"whether it be Italian or English, or what not,
is that kind of blood, which, having received