Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-03-08
YORKvIIIE, S. O.. THURSDAY. MARCH 8, 1860.

LIE, S. O., THU
many happy hours, he now stood, dressed
in the same garb in which he had left the
Castle; but his countenance was pale, and
large, loose, thread. bare cloak was wrap.
ped around his person whilst a broad, fat,
lowland bonnet was slouched over his head.
sWhat peculiar fate is mineP he ex-
claimed. Where can the innocent fud re-
fuge, when murderous guilt stalks forth ar
rayed in ermine, and the brow that cruelty
has stamped her own, is glittering with the
gilded toy of power? What are my crimes,
that here, an outcast and wanderer, / am
doomed to waste my spirit in the sickening
of hope deferredY Who am I? What am
L? Some days past in the rugged wind.
ings of the hills, I met poor bewildered
being-one that onceI called by the tender
name of mother; but she did not know me.
She spoke of Evan-her Evan Dhu-the
calf of her heart and vehemently cried,
My childis nobly born am not his moth
err Then in lower tone, she muttered,
with her hands convulsively clasped togeth-
er and held up to heaven, stranger, should
you meet my Evan, tell him that his faith
er was-but stop; no, no, the secret is still
safe-yet, this, give him this And draw
ing naked dirk from her withered bosom,
she placed in my hand. 'Tis encrusted
with Sir Walters blood, and my Evan is
nobly born.' -.. @r
Il would have cherished the poor maniac,
for I longed to have the mystery revealed,
but her incoherent rawlings were too wild to
be connected, too horrible to be believed.
She fled from my protection, and fear the
secret has perished with her. Who are my
parents, then p -
He paused several minutes, absorbed in
thought; -; then suddenly starting, continued,
:Hark I hear voices and footsteps
They approach this way and danger may be
near; yet, come what will, have this same
dirk for defence ~
He drew it from the folds of his cloak,
and looking cautiously around, concealed
himself behind huge, irregular crag.
Hardly had he taken his station, when
Beatrice, attended by her own bower wo.
man, appeared on the moss covered path to
enjoy the beauteous tranquility of the balmy
quiet hour, which responded in unison with
her feelings. Her auburn locks sportedin
graceful negligence over her shoulders,
which, with an exquisite fairnesaand beau
ty, added to stately air, rendered her a
matchless creature, more like seraph Of
the azure sky above, than an inhabitant Of
this lower sphere
annie, my girl, you are kind, and
thank you for seeking to please me- she
said ; 'but I am weary--weary of all. Peace
has fed my bosom forever
Nay, dear lady, say not SO. We know
not what we can bear till we try, and a dark
day will be followed by a bright dawning.
''Tis vain to bid me hope, ANNIE answer
ed the lady; 'the slave must bear her bur
den, and we're my hands bound together in
dungeon, happiness could not be more
thoroughly dashed from my lips. Months
have passed since Evan left the Castle
without one parting word, or token of affec'
ton. Could my husband leave me thus and
love me p ...a ...... .a-. ..
Tears rolled down her paid cheeks, and q
pangof unutterable anguish darted through
her heart, as doubts of his regard obtruded
on her mind. Annie endeavored to soothe
her mistress, and held out expectations thai
Evan would return thoughts which lighted
her marble. face with glorious animation
and caused her eyes to shine like lamps
But soon relapsing again, into the usua
mournfulness which narred the vibrating
music of her voice, she exclaimed,
why has Evan deserted me? Surely, ]
am punished for decei7ing my fatherp
Evan, from his concealment, hung on bel
words in almost rapturous joy, for he loved
his wife with perfect alteration, and ii
seemed to concentrate his affections more
than ever, when listening to her spontane.
Gus effusions of tenderness.
Evan can never desert the treasure Of
his soul! he uttered in suppressed voice.
Beatrice did not shrek she uttered no
sound, but she gazed around with trembling
fear, mingled with an expression of indie,
Unable pleasure on her white, marble-like
countenance. As no human being met her
sight, an indescribable feeling of awe crept
upon her senses, for she was imbued with
a portion of the superstition of the age in
which she lived, and with quivering lips
she cried,
'speak-Oh! speak, again weird spirit,
and tell me of my husband e.s
Nature was oVerpowered. As Evan rush
ed forth from his hiding place, he received
her fainting form in his arms.
'My Beatrice, my lovep he exclaimed
frantically, ANSWER me. Fool that I am
my impetuosity has destroyed her. Bea.
trice, my wife, awake to happiness and your
Evan
Annie chafed her temples and Evan press
ed her to his heart, impressing on her lips
the chaste kiss of fond affection, and as her
heavy eyelids slowly unclosed, she family
uttered
1T is indeed my husband, and do you
still love me? p
Il love you, dear lady, with passion that
is like the waters of the Forth-for ever
full for ever filling for you are all that