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

Il do not fear him. said Graham, smiling.
But must beg your pardon, Miss Ellen,
for the scene, but it was the only way |
could check his impertinence.'
i thank you very much,' she said, fal-
teringly.
Tell me I'm forgiven for this morning.
be said, in low voice.
. i would be indeed ungrateful to with
hold forgiveness she replied, the rich color
again mautling her sunny cheek.
He watched her for a moment in silence,
then with deep sigh, turned away.
Come here, Ellen said Mr.. Willough-
by. i am glad that detestable Hardy is
gone. Did be agitate you, my love?'
"A little nervous perhaps replied she,
surprised at the unwonted tone of kind
ness for of late Mr.. Willoughby had been
both fretful and stern. sHow nobly Gra-
ham defended you, and with what cool
courage be rebuked that rufianY Ellen
languidly assented. You will see nothing
goodin Graham, Ellen
NAY, uncle, you wrong me; I zee in him
everything that is good and noble and true.
MY dear Ellen, and you will yet make
your old uncle happy, by giving him this
dearest wish of his heart =
'Donot persecute me, uncle. lam weary
of this trial. she replied; and, indeed, her
pale cheeks gave. evidence of it.
This once listen to me, Ellen. I love
you, love you dearly, God knows how much.
From your infancy until now, you have
been the loving child, the dear companion
of my lonely life. I have brought you up
in the enjoyment of every comfort and lux
ury. All that I have is yours. You are
dear to me, my child, as the apple of my
eye. For this love, for this care, 1 have
never asked anything Of you till now, FL.
len; and now I ask, by your gratitude for
all that care, by the memory of all that love,
as you would save my gray hairs from sor-
row and your own soul from my curse, to
grant me this one blessing. And, oh Ell.
len, what is it ask A union with one,
that to every gift of nature, adds an intel
lect of no inferior order, heart rich in
every fine emotion. Your studies will be
his studies, your wishes, your feelings, your
hopes, yourfears will all mipgle with his. He
will enhance your pleasures, share your sor.
rows and cheer your melancholy. Oh
Ellen, as you value my happiness, nay, as
you value my life, turn not deaf ear tc
my prayer My child, my darling, say you
will bless me ?
He took her in his arms, he kissed he,
white brow, while his tears fell like rair
upon her cheek. He called her by every
eudearing name and begged her for the
love of God, to grant his prayer. She
shuddered in the embrace, she shrank from
the caress, and Withdrawing herself from
his arms, with her eye undimmed by sin
gle tear, but her cheek blauched to the hue
of marble, she answered him :
Tell me, uncle, how it is this stranger
has stolen into your heart, robbed your El
len of the indulgent love that was never
till now denied her, and would force her to
a union that would forever perjure her soul
and disbonor every principle of her. nature.
Oh ! uncle, what madness is this have you
no mercy?' and she clasped her hands, the
image of fearless despair
Gall it madness if you will, Ellen he
replied, turning away from that strong look,
''tis madness that will bless you while I
live, or in cursiug, will bring down my gray
hairs in sorrow to the grave
She shuddered, and with tightening
clasp of the clenched hands, continued,
Il have no love to give; l would but de-
fraud his affection, or, oh, God worse still,
dishonor it = and the burning face was hid
in her hands.
ELLEN, said Mr.. Wiloughby, more stern
ly, lis it possible you cling to that dream ?
Oh Ellen, Ellen, I thought more of your
pride, your principle.'
i have no pride now,' she replied, stung
to calmness again by the latent sarcasm in
the tone. but will make one more ap-
peal. I will tear the veil from my heart
and if therei is shame in thus exposing what
my lips have never murmured, even to my
self, let the cruelty that forces me to it
bear the disgrace. love another, l love
Henry Davie.' Her voice trembled and
her color faded and flushed like rosy waves
as she proceeded. Before I knew what
love was, loved the fearless boy that so
controlled me with his generous spirit. As
I grew older, his coming was watched with
delight, and uuconsciously my cheek would
flush and my eye kindle as he was praised.
Then came time of tremulous joy, when
love first woke its echoes in my heart, and
every sense was pervaded with fond emo
ton. Hush, do not blame me, Henry
loved me; yes, he loved me- said she, her
eyes swimming, smile novering on her
lip, as the happy memory flooded ner soul.
1 knew it by pressure of the hand, I
read it in many stolen glance. heard it
in the lingering tones of parting, and in the
tremulous JOY of greeting. Every cadence
of his voice told me the tale, every act
breathed it, and, ah every pulse of my
being responded. Then came a time of
doubt when the lover was lost in the pat
riot, aud honor and glory were my rivals
Then learnt that what to me was life and
being, was to him secondary to higher,
holier, purer feeling, and waited in pa.
tience, and loved him dearer for the manly
virtue. At length, from his own lips, l
learnt he loved me-
Mr.. Wiloughby started.
True, we have exchanged no VOWS,