Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1856-06-26

coldly:
"I do not think 1 shall ever regret so
true an expression of my feelings
"'Do you mean, Mary said my husband,
in deeply-wounded voice, 'that unless 1
will conform exactly to your wishes, or rath-
er commands, that you do not care for my
society,"
"Exactly.'
"Henry did not speak again, nor did I
turn my head but as still gazed from the
window, saw him mount his beautiful black
horse, Sultan, and ride away. The express
sion of that noble face haunts me to this very
moment-so deeply panied and wounded, so
justly displeased. Had he looked around, I
would have recalled him, and made peace on
any terms but his looks we're to the ground,
and his movements so rapid that before |
made up my mind to call him he was gone.
"As he disappeared, terrible feeling of
despair and wretchedness came over me. l
would have given the world, had it been in
my grasp, to recall him, to humble myself,
and ask his forgiveness; but the moment
had passed no tears, had they been of blood,
no prayers, had they been an agony of sup
plication, could ever recall it. 'Ah we'll,
murmured l, 'it will be buta few hours, and
he will be at home Even as I spoke, a
deadly snuddcr shook my frame. A few
hours
"My friends arrived, and I strovc to greet
them gaily and cordially; but my thoughts,
my attention, were not with them my ear
was constantly strained to catch the hollow
sound of horses feet upon the little bridge
just below our cottage. At last | heard them
in the distancc-a furious clatter over the
bridge and up the little avenue; but knew
it was not him 1 longed for A namelcss
dread crept over me, and I seemed frozen to
my chair.
"'Hcavcns Mary, what is the matter?' p
cried Emma and at the same instant sharp
peal from the door bell rang through the
house, and in a moment the servant said at
the open door:
"'A gentleman would like to speak few
words with You in the hall, Mrs. Murray
81 rose and went out as if in dream. A
stranger stood there, looking at once embar-
rassed aud sympathetic Before he could
speak, said, in strange, mufled voice
"'Is he dead?'
Then you have heard, madam, said the
stranger, somewhat relieved: he said some
thing else, I believe, but I heard it not, for
I was again gasping out
"'Is he dead p
"No, Mrs Murray, he still brcathcd when
I left, but if you would see him alive, I
think you should come at opce I left word
at the little tavern in the village for chaise
and driver to be sent up, and here they arc.
"By this time Emma and her husband,
hearing something of our compensation: he'd
come out; and it was her kind hands which
arrayed me for this terrible ride, and her
husband placed ue il Tie cLaise, and silent
ly, after few directions from the stranger,
took the reins, and drove rapidly through the
village, and about mile beyond. We estop-
ped at common sort of house, in the yard
of which Sultan stood tied to a tree.
" Come rightin, said woman who SEEM
ed to be watching for US at the door. But
Pm most afraid he's gone. He was sinking
fast when I came out to look for you My
friend led or rather carried me into the room
that room where lay my darling, my noble,
gallant husband-where he lay dying. 0
my God T did not know till then how keen
an anguish the heart may bear and yet sur
viyc.
"The sight Of that dearly y-lovcd form, that
morning so replete with manly grace and
strength, now so crushed and helpless, arous-
ed me from the stupor into which l had fal-
len. l rushed forward, exclaiming:
"sIIenry, Henry! don't you know your
own Emma, your wife?
"He smiled family, and opened his eyes,
but he could not see me, and in another
minute they closed gently, the smile faded
from his face, and [ was alone-alone with
my great sorrow.
II heard long afterward, for it was months
ere I could hear his name spoken, that he
had exerted himself that morning to find
Mr.. Monroe, had transacted his business
with him, and was riding at quick pace to-
wards home, when, in passing a heavily
loaded country wagon, Sultan SHE'D violently,
throwing him among the wheels, which, be-
fore the horses could be stopped, passed over
him, cruelty maugling his limbs, and inju-
ring him internallyso severely that death was
the only relief to which he could have lock-
ed.
"AIy child, do you know now why I left
so agitated when I found that Ralph and you
had parted in anger?'
Mrs. Murray rose, with countenance
sadly moved from her usual serenity, and left
the room nor did she leave her chamber for
many hours.
Margic raised herself from the couch with
the look of a sudden resolution in her eyes
She walked steadily into the library, where
her father still sat reading his morning pa
per.
"Father, can John be spared to go into the
city for me this morning."
"Why, I don't know, you hussy; what
doyou want now-ribbons-gewgaws-eh@"
"No, papa, but note"
IA note-and who is it for?"
"For Ralph, papa"
"For Ralph Why, it isn't an hour since