Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1874-02-19

mausoleum. Neither human face, nor human
form was visible within or without the Man
sion.
All the while that these two stood there,
the big rain-drops were scattering down, the
lightning was flashing vividly, and the thun'
der rolling and crashing through the the dark
ened heavens.
"'Speak of the devil and he will appear
suddenly and excitedly said the woman
"there she comes You will see her now-the
'tigress of the Bluffs AS she spoke, she
darted into the woods and seemed to shun the
approach of her former mistress.
The man turned, and every vestige of color
died out of his face as he beheld the approach.
ing equestrienne. Quick as thought, he hid
himself behind tree and waited.
The rider was about thirty years Of age
Her face was bright, expressive, beautiful
but it now assumed terrible expression Of
scorn and wrath, as she beheld the mulatto
darting and lodging through the woods. She
was 1.-THE and graceful in figure, and inclined
to voluptuousness. She was habited in dark
green cloth, and snow-white plume, fastened
with an emerald aigrette, nodded from hel
rich velvet cap. She checked her foaming
steed abruptly, and cried out impsriously:
"Here!- you, Zaidee" Her call was im'
perative; but the mulatto delayed about
obeying it. She looked as if she wanted to
run, but hesitated to do so in the presence Of
the man 60 whom she had boasted of her ha'
tired and defiance. At length, she walked de-
liberately to the road and confronted the
rider, in her most insolent attitude.
"Zaidee," said the mistress, in naughty &C
cents, "did 1 not pay you your wages in full
this morning"
"You did," said the woman, sullenly.
"Is there anything on this place belonging
to you ?" persisted the imperious speaker.
"There is not and want nothing" the
mulatto answered, impertinently.
"Why are you here, then, when [ forbade
you ever again showing your face on this
land I"
81 am on my way to Salvisa," said Zaidee,
brusquely, "and if I choose to take this road,
you can't hinder me. I'm as free as you are!'
II care nothing for your freedom. You
are on my land, and have forbidden you to
set foot on it,
"This land is outside the grounds, and I've
got g right to walk on it. You amt great Ia
dy enough to boss mel"
"Go off! I command it"
"Make me~ said Zaidee, fercely; and as
she spoke, she shook her fist at the beautiful
rider above her, while her black eyes flashed
fire.
Without word more, the little hand grasp
ed the jewellod riding-EAir aud brought II
down on the shoulders Of the wild creature,
who had sprang forward and grasped the bri-
dle-reins but to release them as quickly, while
she covered away from the lash with yell of
pain. Again and again the fiery equestrienne
struck her, and then said with cool impertur-
liability
"Now, get off with you Else will inform
Mr.. Gadbury when he returns from hunting.
The woman darted INTO the woods and dis.
appeared from view in very few moments,
sweeping anathemas after her on the breeze
as she went.
From his place of concealment, our traveller
had watched this scene with mingling of ad-
miration and disgust. He recognized the ri
der through all the changes an altered mode
of life, and full maturity had made upon her
beauty. 1t was Cecilia.
The dark cloud that had overhung the
cliff, since the gathering of the storm, now
poured its deluge on the rider and the pedes-
trian.
The lady struck her horse sharply, and
dashed along the avenue at a swinging canter,
that soon brought her to the portals of her
elegant home.
Our traveller, instead Of seeking a safer
shelter, stood with his ield-glass leveled in
the direction of the Mansion. Suddenly the
door opened, and Clarence Gadbury, hasten.
ing out, lifted his wife from the saddle, after
which they disappeared within the halls to.
gether.
Ten minutes later, she appeared at an upper
window and looked anxiously out over the
swaying woods, as if alarmed at the violence
of the tempest, sweeping everywhere with re-
sistless force. She had cast aside her habit,
and stood there in loose white robe. Her
face was oval, and her features beautifully
regular as ever but as she leaned there
against the dark window-facing, smoothing
away her shining hair with the old caressing
motion of her white palm that hehad noticed
a thousand times, and with her large lustrous
eyes full of shadows, he saw that she seemed
far from being happy; indeed, that she looked
desperate and disconsolate.
He stepped out in full relief, trying to at
tract her attention but she disappeared from
the window, without casting glance upon
him.
Who was the wayfarer? Had she seen
him, she could have told instantly; and her
knowledge would have made her slumber even
lighter, and her heart more restless, than she
found it every hour.
CHAPTER XVIII.
The apartment into which Cecilia suddenly
disappeared was the family sitting-room. 1t
was very large room. Its three windows
we're Venetian, reaching from ceiling to floor,
and opening, like doors, out upon the balcony.
The paneling and ceiling we're of unvarnished