Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-07-12
KINGS MOUNTAIN.
BY MRS. MARY A. EWART.

zing at the approaching horsemen thought,
1T may be Davie, but it is not lovers
face
1T is not Davie,' said Mr.. Willoughby.
Who can it be? They ride leisurely. |
ought to know the one on the left !; that
merry face surely have met it before
Ha it is young Sewer, the lad poor Bessie
All! we'll, her merry coquetry was always
innocent. But who is the other; can you
see, Ellen? p
1T is q British officer said Ellen, who
calmly awaited their approach, thoug in
deep disappointment.
"A British officer, child and why coming
here? Surely we have had enough of them
for awhile, at any rate, said Mr. Willough'
by, unable entirely to overcome his wonted
trepidation. Good God, Ellen, who is it
What new terroris this he suddenly cried,
in uncomfortable agitation.
Don't be alarmed, uncle, he is evident
ly wounded, replied Ellen. See, he bears
bis arm in sling; some friend, doubtless,
has sent him here for tender nursing
As she spoke, young Sewer, for he it
was, sprang lightly from his horse, and as
sisting his companion to dismount, support
ed him into the house. Bowing gracefully
to Ellen, he first addressed Mr. Willough-
by.
Mr.. Willougbby,' he said, 'allow me to
present to your sympathy and kindness,
Edward Graham, aid-de-camp of Lord
Cornwallis. Suffering as he is under the
unerring aim of our sharp shooters, and as
prisoner of war, Major Davie desired me
to commend him to the hospitality of your
house and the indulgence of Miss Camp
bell He turned as he spoke, and presented
the wounded officer to her.
Seldom had Ellen seen face of more in
tellectual refinement. Every feature was
chiseled in sculptured lines of Greciau
beauty. The brow, lofty and pure as par
ian marble, large lustrous brown eyes with
dilating pupils of unexampled size, shaded
by long curling lash that gave thrilling
depth and softness to their beauty. A
mouth rather thin, with short arched up
per lip covered with its black moustache,
relieving a chin and neck Of feminine
beauty, and by its contrast giving an addi-
tional pallor to the suffering face. He was
of the medium size, spare and lightly built,
yet exceedingly graceful and elegant
His dress was the rich uniform of the Brit,
ish officer, and the military coat unbutton-
ed at the throat, disclosed the loose tie,
which we now call Byronic, of the graceful
neckcloth with its sparkling diamond pin,
indicating the wearer was neither unaware
of natures gifts, nor neglectful of the art
which can adorn them. His lips parted in
a smile just enough to disclose the rows OF
glittering white teeth, as he bent low over
the haad which Ellen, in unconscious SYM
pathy, extended.
Major Davies friends are always wei
come said Mr.. Willoughpy, touched by
the evident suffering of his guest, and show
ing by his anxious scrutiny and his agita-
tion, his interest in the youthful soldier
And though | must regret the suffering
that throws him upon US as an invalid, |
welcome the fate that brings a gentleman
and officer to our house. But you are suf-
feriug, sir; enter and let US see what we can
do for you
The young officer attempted to reply, but
weak from loss of blood and the exertion of
riding, he hesitated, staggered, and would
have fallen had not the young ensign caught
him and born, him into the house. Placing
him upon the sofa, they administered the
usual restoratives, and soon more natural
paleness settled on the countenance
My God, what trouble said Mr.. Will
loughby, wiping the starting drops from his
brow, as he rapidly paced the room.
His arm needs dressing; can you assist
me Miss Campbell? ? said Sewer, as he hur-
riedly unbuttoned his coat
A picture fell from the officers breast,
and unclasping in the fall, disclosed girl
ish face of warm and glowing beauty. The
large black eyes seemed devouring one in
their eager glance, and the whole face bore
the impress of passionate will A lock of
curling hair with the letter H. carved be-
meath, was on the opposite side. As Mr..
Willoughby stopped to pick it up, Sewer
opened the sleeve of Graham's coat, disclo-
sing the bloody wrapping. Recoiling iu
horror, Mr.. Willoughby sank on his knees
beside the wounded officer
you are not used to the sight of blood,
SIR said Sewer, as he unbound the stifcn-
ed bandage. Mr.. Wiloughby raised his
head for moment, gazing with vacant
stare, then with deep groaa, again buried
his face.
Take care of that picture, Miss Camp.
bell,' said Sewer, as he raised it from the
floor, 'he values it next to his life
What a glowing beauty" said Ellen
One almost expects those lips to part to ut,
ter some wild, daring thing.
The officer slowly opened his eyes and
holding out his hand for it faintly whisper,
ed, 'mine ) and as Sewer replaced it in his
breast he smiled, and sighing deeply, once
more wearily closed his eyes.
Now, Miss Campbell, hold this bowl,
said Sewer.
And soldier-like, without a thought Of
woman's dread at sight of blood or pain, he
at once prepared to renew the dressing
CAS- he will be left to your tender mer'
cies,' he continued, i will just show you
how it ought to be done. There is necessl'