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

Speak mildly!-you should see my heart,
you should feel these bursting temples
Why was I ever cursed with this fervid
nature, if it entails such suffering as this?
And he struck his clenched hand against
his brow.
For Gods sake, be calm, Graham;
cannot bear, indeed I cannot bear this ag
ouy;' and the old man burstinto tears. 'Oh
what fate is this that follows my wretched
life?'
Had you told me Ellen could never be
my wife, I would have guarded myself
against this SORROW said Graham, NOV
ed by the tokens of such sympathy, from
his wild passion, to more wretched des
pair. But you, encouraged me. You
were never happy but when We were togeth
er. You learnt me to see in her every
quality to make life happy, and you still
curse me by encouraging me to grasp what
you know can never be mine. Fool, fool
fool that I was, to be so deceived, and
doubly double fool yet to trust in it,
sHold, Graham, ere you kill me, said Mr.
Willoughby, gaspiug for breath. 'God
help me; this is TERRIBLE and he staggered
to seat.
'And if it is terrible to you, who in ca
price of friendship would give this peerless
treasure to my keeping, think what it is tc
me, who, having it held out to me painting
to grasp it, should, in the very moment ot
fruition, have it snatched from me by an
indifference that chills and fires my soul !?
sGraham, be patient said Mr.. Willough
by, trembling like an aspen leaf. BE pa
tient, and
Patient, patient; by Heavens, sir, you
drive me mad. Bid an avalanche stop its
laundering career; bid the torrent rest on
its giddy height, nor suffer one mad wave
to fall. Then stop, if you can, these burn.
ing pulses-still this bounding heart. No,
cursed in the day of my birth cursed in
the mother that bore me, giving me, in these
mad passions, heritage of woe-cursed
in the father that begat me-
Hold, rash boy, what would you say
For Gods sake, hold, one moment be calm,
and I swear by the Heavens above us,
Ellen will be to you all you wish; nay
more, her own lips shall declare it,
You would again deceive me- said Gra,
ham, incredulously.
Give me your hand, boy. Now, before
Heaven | swear, ere another month roll by,
Ellen shall be your wife; or may my lying
lips be silent in the grave
you will not force her to this? said
Graham, his generous love still checking
all baser passions.
will it not suffice to tell you she will
do it?' said Mr.. Willoughby frowning.
NO. replied the impetuous young man.
My heart must not be her tomb-my love
must not be sepulchcr to bury every emo.
ton of her nature; it is her love I want
the soft and pure tenderness of her
soul that will radiate my life with such joy
as weaker mortals dream not of. Give
me this, and will bless you while life and
being last.
1T shall be So said Mr.. Willoughby,
COMPRISING his lips firmly.
Quickly then, would not go through
this agony again for myriads of worlds.
Give me one kind W ,rd then, Graham,
to encourage me for this duty
do you need it?' said he, in surprise at
the tenderness of Mr.. Willoughby's man.
ner. Then God bless you, as you have
blessed me-
'Ah,' said Mr.. Willoughby, in tremulous
horror. Would you kill me? Boy, I ask.
ed a blessing. Good God, you have ours
ed me-
Not so, sir, said Graham, surprised at
the suffering before him. i did but thank
you for what you have done for me; but l
will add yet more-I pray your forgiveness
for all the wild words have uttered in my
madness, and may God spare me to return
four-fold all the mercy I have received
from you
God help me; am doomed muttered
the wretched man, recoiliug as if from a
blow; and whose incipient madness seemed
almost on the verge of maniacy. But this
will atone he said, and before heaven
record the vow. God bless you, Graham,
all will yet be well.
STRANGE said Graham. looking after him
in surprise. ELLEN told me of morta! ter.
ror which sometimes overcamc him. What
if all these promises were but the lurings of a
madman. He talks sanely enough, though.
But does not his wonderful interest in me,
stranger, an enemy, argue his imbeclity
[ should have thought of that before but
if he is mad, there's method in his mad,
ness equal to Hamlet himself. All. if he
can but make his words true, it will be
the most blissful madness that ever befel
mortal
Capt Hardy, bearer of dispatches from
Cornwallis, waits you in the parlor, sir,
said Jerry, interruptipg his reverie.
Who ? said Graham, in surprise.
Capt. Hardy, sir, from Lord CORVALLIS.
Bid him wait said Graham, impatieutly
NO use tell him dat, sir; he gwine tc
wait til! he got ready to GO
'Coruwalls might have senta gentleman
when he was sending,' muttered Graham
as he slowly advanced to the house. He
there found Mr.. Willoughby exercising q
strained kind of courtesy, which Ellen's
contempt did not allow her to second
Capt. Hardy said Graham, with mill
tary stiffness, exacting the salute due to q
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