Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-07-05

guided by the voice of Bessie's song, he en-.
tered the chamber. Propped upin the bed,
she was singing in the wild deirium Of
fever, the songs he had so often listened to
in happier times, when Bessie's warblings
we're to him sweeter than the song of
matin birds. Her cheek was still rounded
in the full oval of health, and flushed to the
deep glow of burning fever, her eye spark
led iu unnatural brilliancy, as slowly and
lingeringly she twined the brown curls a..
round her white fingers, and sang in low
! sad touching song, plaintive Scotch mel
! ody. She did not see, or did not notice
the trooper as he entered, but called to El.
len Campbell, who was standing near, and
said -
Miss Ellen, will you give me the flowers,
DOW ? and the glass for Ellick is coming
aud I'm to be his wfe-his bride the morn,
and its time to be ready Have | on my
white dress? yes she cried, pulling at
the sleeve of her gown, 'but its not fixed
nice, and she rolled her sleeves high leav-
ing her dimpled arms bare. sNow the flow.
ers, Miss Ellen, and the glass must see
my bonnie face once more, that Elick's so
proud Of Do you know what Ellick tells
me, Miss Ellen? That he loves me for my
beauty, but dearer far, for the love that
lights it; and smile and say nothing, when
he asks me if l love him-and never tell
him how, when | dream of him at night,
wake with beating heart and hide my face
III my pillow, fearing, in great shame, the
love that burns my cheek and starts the
tears to my eyes, though no one sees me bu,
my maker; or when l smile in happy mem.
ories him, | start and shrink if step
comes near, thinking they will read my
dear secret in my tell.tae eyes And so,
though be knows love him right we'll, he
does not know how much little Bessie longs
to be his wife, that I may go when I please,
without any shame, and kiss his manly
cheek, or press my arms around him and
tell him all my love. And l do not know
why I tell you now, Miss Ellen, but some
thug makes my tongue talk, and oh my
heart is bursting; and her tones sank in
wretched memory to low wall, as she
wept. But I'll never be his wife never
never rest my head on dis leal heart-nevel
see his brave form more, never smile in hi
dear face again never, never feel his lip'
on niue as they whisper, i love you, Bes
sie,' and waiiug and weeping, never, new
er, never she moaned herself into low
song
"Soon my weary cen III close
Never mair to waken-never, never never malr t
waken,"
until she sank into uneasy slunber.
Ellen had in breathless entreaty, motion
ed to Bowen to be silent, and as poor Bes
sic fell into sleep she led him, unresistipg
in his deep despair, into the next room
By tbe assistance of Mr. Willoughby, who
was with her, she prevailed upon him tt
change his blood-stained clothes and tt
wash the marks of the bloody conflict from
his person. He asked no questions, bu
quietly submitted to their direction, wher
they told him Lis appearance might SHOCK
Bessie, who had returns Of hemorrhage
from ruptured blood vessel. His deter
mination, however, was unalterabe to re-
turn to the room, and no sooner had he
cleaned himself of the revolving stains
than again he hurried to the chamber
Bessie vas again moving in restless slum
Der, her cheek was crimsoned to the deep
est damask as she tossed her white aru'
and moaned in agony. Suddenly starting
wide awake, she uttered a most appalling
cry Of terror, as she clasped her hands a
) bove her head and cried,
Save me, save me; oh ! God, save me-
Father, where are you ?-they will murder
your Bessie oh p she cried, covering un
der the bed clothes and clutchiDg then
around he- person. Spare me, for God's
sake spare me; or kill me, though so young
am not afraiG to die. In mercy kill me,
and God will bless you. Ellick, Ellick, Oh
God your Bessie, Elick Is there nc
mercy mercy! mercy! and shrek after
shrek followed in startling peals, till Ellen
perfectly unnerved, throws herself upon the
bed in bitter. and passionate grief, while
poor Mr.. Willoughby, with tears streaming
duwn his cheeks, in vain tried to console
her. In suffering, scarcely less intense
than poor Bessie, Bowen stood by her side
she did not know him, nor did she know
any one. In fearless silence he watched
the delirious struggle till nature relieved
the sufferer, and again the blood gushed
from her lips. He thought she was dying,
aud his lvid face was now contracted to
greater endurance. But Ellen quickly a.
rose, and with her gentle woman's hand,
wiped the ooziny life blood, as she whisper
ed to Bowen, that it was not yet DEATH
The hemorrhage ceased and relieved the
delirium, and in perfect exhaustion, Bessie
white face now rested on the pillow. She
exhibited no surprise as she opened hel
eyes and gazed long and earnestly at Bowen
at length, STOPPING to kiss her damp brow,
he whispered,
DO you know me, Bessie?' She smiled,
and clasping his hand, whispered in almos,
inaudible tones,
Il knew you would come Drawing him
down toward her, she stroked the brown
hair from the face that was almost as white
as her own, and smiled in sweet childish
trust. But gradually her face became
troubled ; memory that had been hushed for
a moment to rest, again claimed its power
she moved restlessly. Again the fever
burned her cheek and quiekened her pulses.
She looked uneasily around.
Father is sleeping, EIlick,' she said,
but III 20 and rouse him, directly. He's
! M well hut he'U hn better the morn he