Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-08-02
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KINGS MOUNTAIN.
BY MRS. MARY A. EWART.

come me to influence one, so 1ar 1rom every
friend who onght to advise on such step.
Our cause, desperate as it is, is founded on
!, the great principles of truth and justice,
land to induce him to take the irretrievable
step, would, in my judgment, be neither
the one nor the other -
. Sweet monitor! I have but one fault to
find with you,' said Graham, throwing him
self on an ottoman by her side; you are
too reasonable by half
| III. that is her only fault, Graham, she
will, the next moment, reach perfection.
A woman steadily sensible, would be an
anomaly said Mr. Willoughby.
Then I will sit here and wait the pro-
, pitious moment said he, sfor, alas, fatal
self indulgence has made me such creature
of Imagination, that I cannot brook the
, colder dictates of reason. Davle, can you
, not recommend friend who will teach me
to redeem my errors? -t..
4 may, I need too much stern discipline,
/ myself, to advise others, said Davie.
/ Then Miss Ellen must direct me. Say,
] Miss Ellen, where shall meet such a con-
descending friend? p g.. -
sIn your own bosom, when you will list
en- to the still small voice. she answered.
! mo, no. he replied 'too feeble. by half
for my reckless nature. I need a power
before which must bow and tremble and
adore ~. ..-.-. -.
Graham, you should have lived in times
of chivalry and tournaments; then dreams
of love and ladies charms would have min
gled with deeds of honor and of arms, said
FDavie. - .......
Bah, you know no bride but honor you
could not stoop to love. Your heart is fro
zen-trencbed in ice .'.-.
What do you argue from, GrabamT
.Oh! you know lovers and madmen are
alike, and I have never seen you yield your
self to the mighty ill., =.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with
the mind, and loves heralds are thoughts
replied Davie. fHewho can show all his
love, loves but lightly, I have heard
sAs if it were possible to conceal its pres
ence! As if we could not read the hearts
hushed secret in the changing cheek, the
soft dark eye; as if we would not call her
smine,' though our reason cursed the false
hood replied Graham.
'Ah, Graham, we must get you back to
camp.life, lest inglorious ease lead you to
forget snoue but the brave deserve the
fair, replied Davie.
Hush, Davie. I would dream forever,
"secure from trouble toll and care,
world than earthly world more fair"
replied Graham, bending upon Ellen look
of impassioned tenderness Say, Miss El-
len, shall speak my dream?'
To tell me 'tis as fair, as fitting, and as
/. frail, as idle dreams generally are? said
she, turning coldly from him.
Aye said he, in low bitter tones, Ito
tell you 'tis mild and broken, to tell you
the fairy bliss is lost, to tell you the surging
, wave of despair has forever buried the fair
vision
May; to tell me the trumpet call of duty,
of fame, has thus aroused you, and shaking
off the dreamer's shackles, with logic akin
to Falstaf's, conclude that when war is at
hand, although it were shame to be on any
side but one, it were worse shame to be
, idle than to be on the worst side, though
blacker than usurpation could make it, she
replied, with manner of playful reproof,
, intended to soothe, but which more fire.
I quently bewidered, 'like fire to heather set
7 'Are these your paintings, Miss Ellen ?
said Davie, taking mp her portfolio, wish
ing to change conversation that he saw
annoyed Ellen.
They are nominally mine. They owe all
the merit they possess to my teacher said
Ellen, with a graceful inclination to Gra-
ham, who was standing with knitted brows
leaning against the mantel.
? Davic glanced over several, with words
of commendation, but at length said
r why, Graham, where did you ever see
: such blazing sky as this; you robbed your
pallet man, to spoil your picture. Miss El-
: len, you should have protested against such
waste of colors.
: i was in a brilliant humor, I suppose,
: replied Graham, at once perceiving that it
was the picture Ellen had refused to soften.
Let me see,' said Ellen. 'Oh that was
my obstinacy. He wished me to shade it,
e but fancied the rich autumnal tints.'
Yes, but your coloring is not natural
/, you need some feecy clouds in that royal
purple, and that gorgeous crimson would be
J.. better caught in glimpses through those
t arching trees. The blue of your zenith is
too iutense-it needs softening, and vapory
clouds would not be amiss there also
D Il sce,' said she, 'it all needs a greyel
e cast, softer tone
. Yes, you lack a twilight haze ; now here
D is one; ah it is Graham's-it is perfect
This was your model vas it? Now, fancy
+ hear the lowing of the cattle, as they plod
! YEARLY home, the falling Of that brook and
all the drowsy sounds of evening quiet.
There's rest in that picture. You have mo-
, done your model justice, Miss Ellen anc
+ with the eye of connoisseur, and the taste
n of true lover of the art, he criticized the
. work. Graham listened, amazed at her un
$ wontcd patience. He had never dared bu
O. in the gentest manner to correct her, ane
Davie was really unspariug in his criticisms
It And yet she was not only patient, but cage
e to discover the faults he was so coolly point
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