Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-08-30

KINGS MOUNTAIN.
BY MRS. MARY A. EWART.
CHAPTER XXI.

have been again victorious, said Mr., Adams
as be entered the Mansion House.
That is indeed joyful tidings,' replied
Ellen, with sparkliugeyes. Have YOU had
direct news from our friends?'
mo; nothing Definite he replied, 'but
the country is full Of it. Tarleton's dra
goons are flying, for dear life, to the mair
army
sWe shall hear to-day. God grant oul
friends are safe, said Ellen.
yes, I think so. Ishall not 20 home
till I hear the particulars
But the day passed, and yet another,
without tidings. Ellen was growing in.
tensely aoxious, when at the close of the
second day, couple of horsemen were seen
advancing, and Ellen could scarcely recog-
nize in the pale and haggard face of the
elder, her uncle, Mr.. Willoughby. Davie,
too, was fearfully pale, and the broad black
patch on his brow, betrayed the cause Of
his feeble and faltering gait.
sMr. Adams the one of all others, /
wished to see. This is kind said Mr.. Will
loughby, feebly dismouuting from his horse.
Henry, you are wounded cried Ellen,
as ghastly pale he sank upon seat.
Not seriously said he, striving to reas-
sure her BY smile. Only sabre stroke,
and long ride has weakened me-
An expression of intense anguish crossed
Mr.. Willoughby'S face, as be watched her
performing those Offices for Davie, she had
so recently performed for the noble Gra-
ham a few whispered words from Davie
told her the startling circumstances of his
death, aud Davie forgave the tears that
dropped so gently over che memory of the
high-souled chivalric Euglishmau. Mr..
Willoughby never held up his head again.
His heart was indeed broken, and the re-
morse Of years, took speedy revenge on
his feeble frame. A few mornings after
his return, he entered the room where Davie
and Ellen were sitting. Giving them an
open packet and miniature, he said in
touchiugly tender tones
Read this my children, and if you can,
forgive one whose sins have been only
equalled by his sufferings. As evidence of
your pardon, 1 ask you to grant me but one
request ere death closes my life Of misery,
and the grave hides forever this burning
memory He turned and left them.
And Davie opening the miniature, dis
closed the counterpart of the picture Gra-
ham wore in his bosom. A secret spring
had been opened, and another faceiu youth.
full manhood looked out upon them. 1t was
the fac-simile of the portrait of Mr.. Will
loughby, which hung on the wall-takeu
years ago in England. A tress of wavy
hair, black as night, slowly unwound like
a long dark memory, surprising them with
its fabulous length.
This is not the picture Graham bad,
said Ellen. The hair there was brown and
curling
NO. replied Davie, 'that was buried
With him. Mr.. Willoughby said he was
unworthy to remove it. He opened it,
however, and showed me separate case
like this, with his own likeness, and Her.
bert, engraved in golden letters beneath
1t was very cunningly contrived No one
would have ever suspected there was a
second likeness; and poor Graham carried
that next his heart, perhaps for years, and
never knew how slight an accident divided
him from the knowledge of his father
The manuscript was broken by much that
was irrelevant to the single history, and
had evidently been prepared since the dis
covery of Graham as his child. There
were prayers of thankfulness, passionate
bursts of grief, solemn VOWS to permit nei-
ther memory or affection, life or death, to
stand between him and the love of his
neglected child and Ellen read that she
was to be sacrificed to this darling scheme.
Here then was the secret of all his madness,
and Davie told her of the stormy interview
they had on the day of his capture. The
old man had met him with a dogged stub
bornness, which Davie, in vain, tried to
overcome. Finding his persuasiops only
seemed to exasperate Mr.. Willoughby, Da-
vie told him firmly and plainly his deter
miuatiou. Mr.. Willoughby few into
stormy passion and swore Ellen should be
cut off from all expectation from him
Davie coolly replied he had enough for
both, and was quite willing to assume the
responsibility, then and there, of her future
fortunes. Mr.. Willoughby then tried to
frighten him with his curse, which not
intimidatiug the fearless soldier as it had
Elleu's geutler nature, he implored him by
every solemn prayer to desist from his suit,
and in a moment of earnest entreaty, and
agonized terror, confessed the relation IN
which Graham stood towards him. DaVle
was kind, respectful and sympathising, but
as firm and determined as ever, and plainly
told him that to expect Ellen to make the
atonement for his sin, was as cruel as it
was unjust, and he would forbid it were it
at the very altar. The old man wept and
stormed and supplicated in vain, entreatiug
Davie not to mention his suit to Ellen. To
which Davie replied he had and would,
and he lacked but her consent to put for
ever and Immediately out of his power, this
cruel and continued persecution. And so
thew parted the one bent on his cherished
scheme of restitution; the other, if possible,
more firmly resolved at once to relieve his