Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-08-02

placid and even, till it reached the centre
of the retreat, when falling in mimic water
falls, it eddied and bounded, all foaming
uproar, till again it went murmuring down
and was lost in the woods beyond: A thick
natural growth Oh its opposite side, formed
an impenetrable screen, and though not
lacking in summer its summer verdure, the
clambering ivy and dark evergreens, reliev'
ed it from winter dreariness -..
The morning was still gray, when Davie
entered the Glen. He threw himself upon
one of the rustic seats that were placed
around, and waited with what patience he
might, for Ellen. Time dragged wearily.
But few moments had elapsed ere he
sprang to his feet and restlessly paced the
enclosure, casting impatient glances at the
lingering sun; he walked to the verge Of
the avenue then slowly back, again to turn
and be disappointed. .....
what can keep ber?' he murmured.
'Ah! day is yet on tiptoe. More l'gnt
more light and patience TOO
And with a resolute will, he threw him
self upon an embowered seat near the en-
trance The vapory twilight was melting
into morning. It's glimmering light grad.
ually dilated to rosy glow. Nature was
clad in dewy beauty-the earth 'sowed with
orient pearl The boar frost sparkled on
every spray, and the CONCEALED dew drops
hung like gems on trees and shrubs The
horizon deepened to vivid crimson, and
swift beams of cleaning light darted up the
zenith, touching the pendant iciclas with
their main rays, till diamond drops fell
from their sparkling points. =.
With timid boldness, an eager shyness,
an elastic yet lingering step, Ellen adyanc-
ed to the Glen, The frosty morning air
deepened the hue of health and of expec.
tancy on her cheek, and her eyes sparkled
with more brillancy than natures diamonds
around her. For a moment she stood at
the entrance of the Glen-a picture Of glar-
ing beauty. Her scarf falling from her
shoulder enhanced the grace of her beauti-
full form, while the richness and purity Of
her complexion, the expressive eagerness Of
her dark blue eyes, as she stood moment
posing her graceful figure in hesitatine
search, made picture of exquisite and en-
chanting loveliness. Ere shade of disap'
pointment could gather on her lovely face
at finding the retreat unoccupied, Davies
arm was thrown around her, and words OF
fond chiding fell upon her ear. She
smiled and pointed to the rising sun.
'Old Sol was a laggard to day. My EI
len should not hare awaited his drowsy
summons. have been chafng here for an
hour, but I will not quarrel with him, now
you are here have so loDged for this
interview, dearest. hive so much to tell
you-so much to hear. And first, Ellen,
that cruel note which your generous love
forgave without explanation And he told
her his doubts, his fears, his certainty that
it was needed for her happiness, and Ellen
listened, as fond women generally listen,
and forgave as women do, when resting
against hearts warm and loving, and lips
pressed against their own, plead for pardon
But tell me of Graham, Ellen. lie
loves you, but that is not strange-wht
could help it?' And again lovers tongues
were silver sweet
sGrahan deserves perfect confidence from
me. I should have told him of-of-
OF what Ellen?' said Davie.
She could not meet the arch tenderness;
of the look, and with pout and blushine
embarrassment, turned her head from him
i will not tell you,' said she, Il will no
encourage such sauciness.'
Then let me tell you, Elen,' he replied
drawing the half resisting form in his cir
cling embrace. You should have tolc
him that dearer than all the world beside
my Ellen was to me. Nay more, she was
my hope of heaven. For losing faith in her
belief in all things pure and true would be
destroyed. You should have told him of my
pride in you, the treasury of your mind
your heroism, your womau's fortitude, your
cheerful spirit, your calm resolute will auc
told him these graces, these virtues were
from the earliest childhood worshipped il
the only woman I ever loved. Then bic
him look at your peerless beauty, at you1
winning grace, and tell him how often my
heart in its passionate worship, placed lt'
idol between it and heaven. Then whisper
these graces-this enchanting lovliness i:
as nothing to the moral excellence and
putriy of the soul which rises superior tt
ALL To that heart, to that soul, my spiri
turns with more than eastern alteration, a:
the Mecca of my life and though rude storm:
may assail, and friends betray, or foes op
press-though danger or even disgrace
wait me, still in my Ellen's love will fine
solace; in her trust, renewed courage
Firm without sternness, gentle without
weakness, sensible without vanity, my Ell
len Is to me the embodiment or all thing:
tender and true in woman. From my soul
pity Graham, but cannot resign you
She looked up and smiled.
Would you let me, Ellen? Tell me wha
would your love do for me?'
NAY, Henry said she drawing hersel
from his arm, the shadow of a holy purpose
resting upon her face, that I never car
tell, my life must teach you that
Answered like a woman said he; 'aue
we'll know the patience, the sacrifice con
tained in it. God grant that l may not b'
unworthy. But tell me, why your uncle
favors this? | have heard of almost stern
ness to enforce it,
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