Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-05-10
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WRITTEN FOR THE roRxv1IIE ENQUIRER.
NELLIE;
OR,
THE FATAL GIFT.
CHAPTER TX.
By WILLIE LIGHTHEART.

CHAPTER TX.
'Does Joe generally remain at the store
as late as this?' asked Charles, consulting
his watch and finding it to be nine o'clock,
tVery often, said Nellie going to the win
dow and looking out.
you must feel very lonely here, Nellie,'
said Charles, then, after aprotracted silence,
during which his eyes were fixed upon his
sister, he said: Il have to leave you here
alone, Nellie, but, as there is no telling
when Joe will be in, I must return. to the
hotel. I will come tomorrow, aRdspend a
part of the day with you
sBut you will not leave until you have
taken supper, Charles. =
Never mind about that, dear. I am not
used to such late suppers, you know. Tell
me good night, and kiss me- said Charles,
putting his arms around her neck. sWhy,
Nellie what makes you weep SOP
Nothing much, said Nellie, lifting her
head from his shoulder you know, Charlie,
I was always called the baby, athome ;'and
the poor, sorrowing one looked up and en-
deavored to smile.
Yes, dear but your cheeks were rosy and
your eyes ever so bright when you were at
home. Where has the brightness gone,
Nellie2 and what has become of the roses
Nellie sighed but made no other reply.
sWell,' said Charles, playfully, ION my
way to the hotel I shall stop in at the store
and send Joe to you
Nellie started.
There is no actual necessity for him to
work himself to death in this way. shall
speak to Mr.. Wilkinson about the matter
at the first opportunity. Good night, Mel
lie.'
Charlie, said Nellie, as her brother stood
upon the threshold of the door, 'don't stop
at the store, please -
well, Ishall not do SO then, if you do
not wish it; but, why not?'
Joe does not like to be disturbed while
attending to his employers business. He
will come home as soon as he can-you can
see him Tomorrow
well, good night said Charles, with an
uneasy and troubled expression of coun-
tenance. e
God bless you, Charlie good night
and Nellie turned and walked sadly into
the house, while her brother walked thought
fully towards the hotel.
what can it be chat occasions Nellie 80
much sorrow?' said Charles as he slowly
wended his way towards the hotel for it
was utterly impossible to look upon the sad
features of his once happy sister without
being impressed with the conviction that
some secret sorrow was gnawing at her
heart, and throwing the dark shadow of its
sable wings over her once sunny life.
He walked slowly on. The night was a
beautiful, -illumined one and, feeling
little if any inclination to retire, he crossed
the street and entered the beautiful park at
the western end of the city. The low,
mysterious whisperings of the night-Wind as
it meandered, like rivulet, through its
leafy channel, and sighed amidst the
branches of the oaks the bubbling, gush-
ing fountain, in the centre of the park,
throwing up its silver waters into themoon-
lit air, as the true heart warbleth unceas-
ingly its sweet utterances into the loved
ones ears until the heart drinks. in the
blessedness of its own ont-pourings the
white glistening shell-walk, like the snow
path to heaven
Leaving the trace of the way we 90
But staining not;
the Queen of che Night, with her bright
parliament of stars walking her nightly
rounds over God 5 iliimitable tracks of space
the far.away howl of the watchdog and the
measured tread of the sentinel, with his
bowed head and mufled form, gliding like
a ghost, among the shadows, all these sug-
gested train of thought to Charles, as they
ever do to the young, the loving and the
loved.
He loved. To the noble hearted, the
sun.crowned and the gifted it is terrible to
love. He gazed heavenward and upon
the rough and chaotic surface of the moon,
there shone out name, which carried with
it sweetness like unto the flowers q po-
tency like unto the power of death. He
bowed silently over the rippling basin of
the fountain, and, as the moonbeam came
down upon it and made it like star-mirror
to his eyes, every circle grew beautiful as
heaven because of the sweet face which
looked up from within it and the smiles
which fitted over its surface as beautiful as
the dimples of the face he loved.
EAie-gently, sweet Efie Sanders! The
wind whispered that name the moon illu-
mined it upon the skies; the waters encas-
ed it in liquid dimples, and his heart felt it
like the presence of longed-for guest.
Reader, would you appreciate the pen
cilings of divinity upon natures canvas p
would you find beauty in the wilderness Of
thorns; waters upon parched deserts; flow
ers amid the everlasting SHOWS of the Alps; !;
songs like unto those which make heavens
courts Paradise even in the darkness !?
Then, love AYE, love e? Curl your lips at
the fountain. utterances of the poet; smile
at the outpouriugs of the novelist, and
laugh at the dream-tale of the gifted; but,
only love; only let an arm, which is whittier
than Greenland SHOWS, entwine itself around
your neck; only let lip, that is baptized
with rose-colorings meet your own; only
let an eye, which is brighter than stars,
when only one is shining in the sky
look, with its unutterable eloquence, into
yours; only let two roselips part beside
YOUR ear, and Il love you,' come from be-