Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1857-05-28


, II know it, beloved knew it then knew
, it Arrays, I never doubted it i! Could 1 b.
deceived in the dear heart of the woman
loved No and that was the secret of my
patience!" he replied, taking his seat on tht
sofa by her side.
"And yet you never enquired and 90 no
r even now enquire, why, without explana
tion and without hope, I sent you from my
presence, and why now, without apparen
reason, summon you back" she said, as Q
shade of the old sadness fell upon her beau
tiful face. ~ ~.
, "Your motives, dearest, were, and are
your own. Not until your spirit moves you
to do so, shall you give them to me! I have
full confidence in you, beautiful Stellap
"Confdencc oh my God" she exclaim.
ed in low, deep, thrilling voice.
"Why, what is the matter, dearest?"
She looked up suddenly, smile of wor.
shipping love, breaking like sunlight over
her dark face, and said
"Nothing, nothing, my lord but that all
your thoughts and feelings are so elevated
beyond your poor Estelle's! And yet she
would almost choose it 80 1! for could she be
nangel, she would wish you to be something
far higher-a godW
"Sweet enthusiast moderate your aspira-
tions, or the world and its people will disap-
point you! Be not an idolator; worship on
ly God, my Stella"
Such was their meeting!
Yet, occasionally, throughout the inter-
view, sudden shadow like the recurrence
of a painful thought, would fall upon her
bright face and then pass as it came.
They were engaged, and within few days
the marriage was announced to take place
on the first of May.
But it was observed by the nearest friends
of the bride, that from the day of her be-
trothal, her spirits had been marked by the
strangest fluctuations Sometimes with her
beautiful dark face illumined with deep,
still, almost religious JOY, she moved about,
as it were, on "winged feet" or sat brood
ing in happy trance. At other times, she
fell into deep gloom and anxiety, as mex
plicable as it was alarming to her friends,
who greatly feared her relapse into the deep
melancholy that had so long overshadowed
her, and that they had grown to dread as q
serious constitutional malady. But they
hoped everything from her approaching mar
riage with the man she loved. Lord Mon
tressor observed with the deepest stinterest the
uncertain moods of his betrothed; but with
the high-toned sentiments that distinguish
ed him, refrained from enquiring, and a.
waited her voluntary revelations.
At last the first of May, the marriage day,
upon which I have presented the parties to
the reader, arrived, and all the haut ton, as
said, we're gathered at the Hall or at the
Church to do honor to the solemnities.
And the expeetant bride, in her bridal
robe and veil, waited within her bourdoir
the arrival of the bridegroom, whom she had
summoned to private interview before they
should proceed to the church. She had not
long to wait. He who quickly responded to
her slightest inclination, Immediately obey
ed her call.
Yet when she heard his firm elastic step
approaching,
"Now God have mercy on me!' she pray
ed, and covered her face with her hands.
He entered, unannounccd, and saying,
"My beautiful Stella am here, yod per-
ceive, by your commands" "
She dropped her hands, and revealing
face pale with misery, spoke thrilling,
deep, impassioned tone
"You are here by my application, my
lord have no right to command" :.
"We will waive that What is your will,
my dearest Stella?"
"My prayer, my Lords first for your
forgiveness.
Forgiveness ?-my Stella"
GAY my dear lord you see before you a
peniteut and supplicant, who may soon be
something far more wretchedp
"My Stella what mean you? ?"
"Come to the window, Lord Montressor !"
she said, rising and preceding him. "Look
out" she continued, putting aside the rose
colored hahgngs, and revealing view of
the park below, alive with its restless multi
tude. "What are all these people waiting
for, my lord :" ... .. .--
"What are they waiting for, my Stella?- p
for that, for which also wait, with how
much more impatience "' he answered, while
deep flush of love and joy, for an instant,
supplanted the anxiety on his face.
"They waited to see bride pass, where
a bride may never 60" she said, in solemn
voice.
"Stella! great Heaven! what say you |"
he exclaimed, gazing on her with profound
astonishment.
"That the bride they expect is unworthy
to stand before Gods holy altar beside Lord
Montresser
"Unworthy, Stella YOU"
"jNost un,oorthy, my lord !" she said,
dropping her arms, and dropping her head
in an attitude of the deepest misery. ~
should have made this confession long ago,
Lord Moutressor; but I have deceived you
Il have deceived youP'
"In what respect, Stella? My God! 1t
cannot be! No, it cannot be! that while be-
thothed to me, you do not love me !'
"Not love you! Oh! ny dear lord"