Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-07-12
CHAPTER XIII.

CHAPTER XIII.
do beseech you,
What is your name?
TEMPEST.
DO what you can for the pleasure of your
guest-you will know how and that is
ALL said Ellen Campbell, as in the privacy
in her own room, she read and re-read the
hasty billet. 'Oh! Davie, could you not
give me one kind word? p And resting her
head upon her hand, she burst into tears.
Love lightly won, islightly prized,' she MUIR
INJURED. lam punished. But, oh !! he surely
lovesme. Perhaps though, it was meant for
the pastime of the hour; soldiers deem such
jests merry food for campfire tales and her
face burned in torrent of rushing blood.
But no, perish the thought. How could
l so doubt him? 1t is not that; but would
those hasty words that so betrayed me, were
recalled : and tears, slow and lingeringly,
trickled down her cheeks. He shall not
know grieve,' said she, as she dried her
eyes and proudly erected her head. Il, too,
can be indifferent, and he shall yet sue for
the love that is now unworthy of even a
blessing. Alas! I may never see him a.
gain. Would to Heaven l were dead,' she
cried passionately, as in the abandonment
of grief and wounded affection, she flung
herself upon the bed. oh! Henry, Hen.
ry, how l loved you. If you had been uu.
fortunate, | never would have deserted you
Danger or disgrace would have bound you
yet more tenderly, for I would have shared
the one, and despised the other. Had you
died, Henry, would have so mourned you,
my brave, my noble soldier, but oh to be
uufaithful, this is bitter. To be deceived
when I poured forth all the treasure of my
woman's heart-but I will tear him from
that heart if my life-blood flows with it.
None shall point to Ellen Campbell as the
love.sick maiden, the disappointed woman,
but hush, proud heart; can it be possible !
wrong him? All ! if it were so; and again
tears quenched the angry spirit. Patience,
patience. I will yet see him. Busy about
the duties of his position, would I have
him neglect them for me? No, no, my
patriot, your Ellen will learn submission and
wait till duty bids my lover to my arms.
Hush, hush, every regret be still; every
longing be quiet. He will yet be here and
chide his Ellen for these fears And res
olutely subduing every emotion, the brave
girl would no longer harbor thought a.
gainst the idol of her heart Still it was
with pale cheek and faltering step that
she descended to the parlor on the follow
ing morning. The struggle of the night
before, left suffering trace on her brow,
and with manner unconsciously subdued
by that suffering, she questioned Lieut..
Graham of his wound.
Il am better, much better. The soft
charm of this hand, said be, bending with
knightly grace and kissing its dimpled sur
face, 'was round me in happy memory,
soothing me with such dreams of bliss as
yet burden my waking hours with q sense
of tenderness, that this moment again real
izes.' Scarcely knowing how to reply to
such gallantry, Ellen bowed, deeply blush.
ing, and turned, glad to find relief in Sc
vier's merry badinage.
sAnd you will leave us this morning,
Ned?' said Mr.. Willoughby.
Il must, sir; there is too much work to
be done for any of US to be long idle
why, what mischief are you now medi-
tating, boy? thought your late success
would warrant rest
'Ah! said Sewer, laughing, 'we have to
keep such unpleasant news from my lord in
Charlotte. Rebels as we are, we have no
idea of injuring his digestion with the IT,
dings of such loss
Graham's eyes flashed, and he bit his
lips in chagrin.
beg pardon, Graham, said Sewer, with
his usual easy good humor, 'but you must
let those laugh who win. Don't frown SO,
man. One would think you had Italian
blood in you, when you don one of your
thunder looks. Come, if you are not afraid
of frightening Miss Ellen, smile man, smile
All that is BETTER continued the merry
ensign. NOW you look like the picture on
the wall there, good little boy in shoot
ing jacket. By the way, who was that
taken for, Mr.. Willoughby? Graham does
look like it when he smiles
1T was taken years ago when [ was in
England replied Mr.. Willoughby, hesita-
tingly, and turning to the open window.
Taken for yourself, sir, said Sewer.
Yes,' replied Mr.. Willoughby, with a
deep sigh.
Look at Graham as he rests his head on
his hands with that light on his face, just
smiling enough to destroy the stiletto of the
Italian in his countenance, and see if am