Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-06-07

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have some directions about planting those
lower fields !; and bring Bessie with you,
Ellen will not object to that he said, as
he patted Bessie's brown curls,s GOOD
evening, gentlemen said he -distantly.-
EsApd, Mr.. Adams, if your good lady is bet
ter, bring her. up to the mansion house
Ellen's good housekeeping will nurse her
back to. health, again. Come Ellen, come
child, these September days grow short
twill be up betimes in the morn, Miss
Ellen, 'issaid old Andrew, who had been
holding whispered conversation with. Ell.
len. .-. -, -a,s~... ......, s5;ss,e ;.srs.7, ?.
atAnd; bring Bessie, Mr.. Craig replied
+ .tNeverg fear the lassie; none dina stay
behind when I take the road to the man.
sion; she always kens Miss Ellen: wants
her. Come Bessie, we'll be owre late. Bid
the minister good night and ask his bless.
ling child, and let's be trudging.'a ~:s2>:.'e
God bless you with his holy spirit and
keep you unspotted from the world, dear
lamb, said the minister fervently, as Bes:
sic bent her young head before him. Fling,
ing back her sunny curls, she said, Tell
Mrs. Adams I have bucket of my choicest
butter for her, and a bucket of seed.cake
for the children. 1 will bring them myself
tomorrow evening, that I may have good
gossip with her and a romp with the little
ones@ Butfather is waiting. Good evening
to you, sir, r,'and dropping modest ceurte;
sy as the minister left her, she turned tc
the young men. p .-'-,..,' D.. - -
Captain Bowen, you'll not have time tc
call and see us suppose she said, with
arch coquetry. - %.
Then addressing Ferris, said with patri
otic emphasis, sReuben we'll be glad to SEE
you, now you are one of us. You'll come
won't your and she placed her plump little
hand in his, and looked up in his face witt
smile that might have tempted less OBJ
durate heart than Reuben Ferris.
He looked down on the glowing figure
before him, gazed at the pure face upturnei
to his, its fair white brow, its rosy cheeks
its budding mouth; looked into the clea,
blue eyes that knew no shame, as they fear
lessly met his; his free gaze wandered dowr
to the snowy neck barred to the cool evening
breeze, which tossed her brown ringlets il
playful sport, and bid them fall lovingly
again on its pure surface; he took in every
grace Of that glowing little figure, ere hi
answered slowly, as he still held her hand
sYes TIL come
His articulation was slow and thick, al
if it took time for such an immense weigh
to give utterance.
She attempted to free her hand from biz
rough grasp. Stop, Bessie said he slow
Ily, l must have kiss for joining Majol
Davie; come, give it to me- and he attempt
ed to draw the maiden to him.
Reuben Ferris, let me alone ? she cried
as she struggled to free herself. Il woulG
not kiss you for your weight in gold; let mt
go! you're no man, to treat woman So.
'Haw! Haw ! he harshly laughed. 'None
of your airs, Bessie. Miss Ellen's not by
you to see you now; come let's have it,
And again he drew her with force, tha
from his great strength, was involuntary
The tears sprang to Bessie's eyes as she
turned to Bowen, who was standing with
pale cheek and compressed lip, looking OF
in silence, too hurt by Bessie's coquetry tc
interfere. ...... ..-
'Ellick,' she said; when, understanding al
once her position with her lover, she burs
into tears. ....
1t was scarcely the work of second fol
Bowen to dash Ferris hand from the should
der Of Bessie. Without stopping to thank
him, the moment she was released, she rar
hastily to her father, who was busily engaged
in arranging the saddle on the horse. Pla
cling her upon her seat behind him, (for in
those Puritan times they rode double) he
was about mounting; when, recollecting he
had not spoken to the young men, he called
to them good evening, and was about mo.
wing off, when Bessie whispered in his ears
Hating moment, he called to Captain
Bowen.
The trooper slowly approached, with a
check yet flushed by Bessie's coldness and
his own excitement.
Captain, yell no be going till ye visit
the homestead said old Andrew.
Il do not know, Mr.. Craig; my duties are
imperative and my time short. shall have
no time for pleasure, I fear
His manner was respectful but firm. He
did not look at Bessie, did not see the teal
trembling in her blue eye, nor the quiver.
ing of her lips.
Ear be it from me to counsel ye against
yer duty Captain, replied Andrew, little
surprised at the erect carriage and military
bearing of his young friend, 'but if you
should be our way, ye maun jist drop in for
the sake O. lang syne, ye KEN
The trooper touched his hat respectfully
and was moving away, when Bessie's extend
ed hand checked him.
you will bid me good evening, Captain
Bowen, will you not /? said she in voice
lower than was wont. The blood rushed to
his white brow, as he advanced to take the
profered hand. Suddenly placing it on his
shoulder, as he stood by her side, she bent
till her brown curls touched him; then
whispering, with quivering lips, 'Ellickp
The tears, too ready to fall, to be longer
restrained, fell upon his face. Hastily draw
ing back, she whispered to her father to go
on; and old Mr.. Craig wondered why Bes-
sic, who generally served to shorten their
ride by her cheerful humor, should be so