Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-03-08

RSDA Y, MARC
from knowledge which would only wiring
your heart when divulged'
'stllyou keep mein suspense. am al.
ready on the'rack. Say, why did you leave
Norland? -
1T was BY the orders of my chief that
went-duty to him prompted my oPedi'
ence.'
But Why have I not heard from you du
ring your absence; you gave no parting
word, nor left one farewell. Ny husband
had forgotten me- ,.> .s. ..'
A fresh burst of agony, proceeding from
torturings doubts of his fidelity, again shook
her frame, which Evan regarded with some
|amaaement'and impatience, mingled with
pity. . -.....
why this unnecessary display of an
gpish, Beatrice 2 he asked in reproachfu
ttne. But the imploring look she cast upor
him, softened his fercer mood and he added
well, you shall hear. had not Travelled
|faron my journey, when the dagger of ar
assasisan was aimed at my heart
A half suppressed scream burst from the
terrified Beatrice, as she gazed wildly in hel
husbands 8 face, and clung still closer to.him
Wounded and ILL., she said, Eand I mo-
with you in the time of your afliction ? Blu
who could have aimed the blow, and wb!
did ypu not send us information2 My faith
er, Evan has sorrowed much for you -
A aihed look of indignation lighted hi
eyes with resentful fire, as he replied with
wild hugh ea.. s..- '.., r.
sYour father, Beatrice, no, not your faith
err Beatrice looked earnestly at her hus
band, Jas if she would read his Thoughts
with the eyes of her soul, and after shor
pauseishe wildly said: q r..
Evan, do not speak irreverently of th'
laird. Remember, he is my parent.
+ Sweet treasure of my soul, this tongu'
| /.
shall never utter, without cause, one wore
derogltory of your fathers honor he re
| joined. =
sYou will return with me to the castle,
she said; then, as if some sudden idea hat
rushed unanimously upon her mind, sh
added in tone, which gradually assumed
softer pitch, s.. H..
yet, how? All, no it must not be !
Oh! Evan, let US not part again after thi
long absence, but fly to some remote spot
where, if poor in earthly treasure, we shal
still be rich in each others love- .
Evan felt cold sick shuddering cree
oyeEhis frame, and his countenance grey
alternately red, black and livid, as muster
ing fortitude he replied, with forced calm
ness 2, -.,a-s.s,a ....t. ..-a .. ...
BEATRICE, srepress these bursts of .agita
ftion. What is it you dread? Tell me a
your -fears-whisper-for I am of an i'm
patient temperament, and would wipe ou
obloquy, insult or wrong, in blood. Almos
daily, ! have watched for you on this spot
in hopes some fond tracery on memor
might bring you here. But you came not
sAh no. she tremblingly replied; the
told me many tales of horror, and spoke q
danger from wild hig ghlanders and disbau
ded soldiers . ..
Evan shrank back, with an expression g
painful embarrassment on his gallant fea
lures, as be reiterated, -.
sCaterans and rivers Did they dar
mention 4but no, they could not tell 20
that. ,Yel even with robber, purity lik
thine, is SAFE -
what do you mean Evan why are yo
thus disorddred ? Do you fear these law
less ravagers p she asked with surprise
whilst she watched the changing expires
sion of his sountenance.
Fear Beatrice, fear! No, no, twas bu
a passing thought. Take courage, love
you will soon be safe from relentless faith
err .., u. .. -.-...
sOh let us hasten to escape, for he know
not of our union, and bids me mereceive anotb
er as my lord. Yet, surely, when once &C
quainted with the sacred tie, he will no
reject us, for heloves you, Evan
Evan stood hesitatingly for a few me
ments, with an unwonted stir of consterna
tion and dubious smile of inward emotion
as if some secret he feared, to speak wer
struggling for uterance then slowly barinj
his chest and, pointed to fresh heale'
wound, be exclaimed, throwing his cap Of
the ground s>
See here, Beatrice; it was your father
hand left this impress; twas he dealt tn
accursed blow. What, though it be har'
to have rogue written on ones skin, Wills
true man is stamped upon the heart, yet
manhood and honesty lie too deep for iron.
Annie, who had hitherto stood q silen
spectator, now rushed forward and calling
to remembrance the vision which appeare'
when she attended as witness to their mar
riage, grasped his vest, and shrieked on
with dismay-. g..
Look, look there's blood upon i
still p
Who can paint the emotions which crowd
ed on the brain Of the fair Beatrice, ant
the struggle for the frmness she knew
was necessary to assume, that passed owe
her frame. Unwilling 70 believe her fathe
a murderer, she sank upon bank of mos
fragrant with wild thyme, saying with mel
ancboly impatience- ...,. g..
my father, deal the blow? What! Muir
der my husband2 It is impossible. Yo'
must be mistaken, Evan