Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-07-26

Oh! uncle, spare me; do noe make me
curse the day of my BIRTH
ELLEN, Ellen, my child, do not look so
wretched. Oh God, my punishment is
greater than I can bear. Tell me you for
give me, Ellen. Alas, alas, the curse at
tends all who are connected with me-
This agony will kill me- and he struck his
clenched hand against his brow, as be groan-
ed in bitter sorrow.
Ellen did not weep she seemed turned
to stone, her look followed him, as she
waited for his answer.
You have said you could give content,
Ellen he will not ask for more. / know
when the irrevocable words are once spoken,
you will never be deficient in the duties
you have vowed, and after awhile, hsppi-
ness will come, be said, falteringly.
do not deceive yourself, uncle; his keen
sensibility and enthusiastic tenderness,
would soon feel the GOODNESS and indiffer.
ence of love that was all duty, and his
misery would equal if it did not exceed
mine
'And if it should be proved that Davie
did not love you? he said.
She smiled-such a smile of scorn, of
trust!
Il will doubt myself first
ELLEN, said Mr.. Willoughby, knitting
his brows as if nerving himself for a stern.
ness be did not feel, Il did not expect to
conquer you ; my knowledge Of your char
acter, the history of your. whole life, for
bids that; I did not expect to persuade you,
your infatuation equally forbids it but l
did expect you to grant me this,-your gen.
rous nature led me to hope it, your affection
led me to trust it. You have disappointed
me, how bitterly Heaven knows, and all
for the selfish love that clings to another
Selfish, do you call it?' said she, inter.
rupting him. DO you suppose if it were
myself alone, I could not crush every mem
ory, if not in oblivion, at least in subjec
ton? But it is he that would suffer, not
only losing his faith in me, but in every
holy principle of our nature. 1t is the
living death to which I would condemn
him, making sepulcher of his heart, and
burying within faith, love, hope and truth.
Do not ask me to build such a charnel
house. Oh forbid that my hands should
raise such tomb .
'And you will not listen to the only re.
quest I have ever profered, Ellen?'
J, ASK anything else of me, uncle, and see
how gladly my love will fly to do your bid
ding. But this-and for an acquaintance
of but few months, stranger, an enemy,
: oh uncle, why will you persist?'
J, Mr.. Willoughby's features worked in a
, strong emotion. He strove to speak, but
the words came low and gaspingly.
ELLEN, have sworn this, my life de-
pends on it; ungrateful, disobedient girl, as
you dread my curse, as you value my bless
ing, heed what I say and unable longer
, to restrain himself, he turned and left the
room. Ellen sat the image of mute des-
. pair. She did not weep-her sorrow was
too deep for tears; but in sobbiug agony,
; she bent her head on her hands. At length
a step aroused her, she drew closer within
the shade of the window. 1T is Graham
she thought, 'and will not be disturbed
But it stops close to her, and vexed that
he should so intrude, she would not look
around.
AT length, drawn by the magnetism that
compels one to look under another's scru.
tiny, she turned. 1t was growing late, the
shadows were lengthening, and but dimly
could she see the figure near her. Still
the outlines Of the manly form were strange
ly familiar, she heard low words of courte-
GUS greeting, and oh how that voice, dearer
than all the world, thrilled her heart. She
sprang up, but could not speak noradvance
to welcome the conner. He came towards
her, he took both those trembling hands in
his, he drew her towards the open window
For one sweet moment he looked into the
blue eyes that were so eagerly upturned,
and that SO slowly y and liugeringly hid
themselves under the long lashes.
ELLEN = and his dark eye again sought
hers in earnest, eager, inquiry. 1t sufi
ced, for smile played around the parted
lips that had hitherto been so stern.
'EIlen?' and again her eyes bent, and the
rosy color flooded her pale cheek, as trem-
ulous in love, the name fell upon her ear.
ELLEN y and his arm was around her
he drew her to his breast, and with low,
huttering sigh, Ellen at length found in
that broad brave breast, the rest her weary
heart 50 longed for.
You have been suffering, Dearest he
whispered, after standing some moments in
silence too blissful for words.
Not now,' she answered, nesting her
blushing face still closer.
and l added to your trouble; tell me,
love p
Gt is over now said she, unwilling in
her generous love to pain him.
Gan you forgive me, Eleu?'
She made no answer, but one little hand
stole up till it gently rested on his should
er He drew her closer to his heart; i'm
passioned words of loves low tenderness
fell upon her ear; they needed no answer
he required none. The soft sweet murmur
fell like BALM upon her weary heart, till in
perfect peace and trust, she could have
breathed her life away in the fond dream.
sElleu,' said he, you have not yet bid
your soldier welcome; look up, dearest,
and if your lips forbid it, let me read it in