Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1866-01-25

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looking Williams full in the face; then OBJ.
serving the effect Of her reply, she added,
sbut not with the love which you have spo,
ken Of. I know nothing of that, sir; feel
nothing Of it. Bnt you are i'll, Mr.. Will
liams,' she added feelingly, observing the
deathly paleness that had so suddenly
overspread his features,
NO, Miss Ellen, he said pressing lis
hand to his brow, mot i'll, but dssd-quite
dead! Existence may still be mine-a
dark, Improbable existence-but life, heart
life, went out with your last utterarces =
Hope, expectation, desire and ambition are
all gone nov, and the heart within my bosom
is marble.cold. shall go out into the world
like some unhappy ghost, the mere shadow
aud skeleton of my former self; and men
shall think I live, while you alone shall
know that I died here this very night-a
murdered mani e
Ellen started to her feet, and trembling
from head to foot was about to speak, but
the broken. hearted man held out his hand
and said, with a thrilling pathos, that lin.
gered long upon the ear and troubled the
heart, Of Ellen: *
s.sAnd, now, good bye! In the utterauce
of these words / feel that I am bidding
good bye to a hope far sweeter than the
love of life and to o. blessedness as holy as
a mothers benediotion !; I feel that, the
sunshine has gone from my sky, the flower
from my life. path, and that woe has come
down upon my heart darker that the night ;
I feel that the golden links that bound me
to the past and future are broken and that
the summerless years which sre coming
upon me are pregnant with an untold and
bitter sorrow. And yet, good byer Then
pressing her dainty hands to his lips and
gazing long and lovingly upon her face,
now suffused with tears, he suddenly left
the room and was gone, before Ellen could
recover from her surprise. 80. 49,
Ellen stood motionless beside the piano,
gazing through the open door, through
which Williams had gone; then clasping
her hands across her bosom, as though she
would still its convulsive heavings, she ex-
claimed, as the tears rolled down her cheeks:
God pity him God pity bimp
The next evening Williams did not pay
his usual visit, Mr.. and Mrs Rogers sug-
'gested hundred probable reasons for his
absence, while Susan sat quietly upon the
low ottoman, listlessly turning the leaves of
the old album, which was bridal present
to her dear departed mother in old lang
sype. Ellen sat by the window, unusually
silent and sad, occasionally turning and
looking out into the street, as though she
either expected or. feared somebody Ys-an.,
proach. The lid of the piano was down,
the music.books all closed and the silence
of all parties was exceedingly oppressive.
The next evening came, another, and
still another, and Williams was absent from
bis accustomed seat beside the piano. Mr.
Rogers was certain that some UNUSUAL press
of business prevented him from coming !;
Mrs Rogers felt assured that nothing but
sickness would keep him away, and express
ed an intention on her part of calling upon
his landlady the next day. Susan glanced
uneasily upon Ellen during these remarks
and surmises, and could not but be struck
with the expression of sadness and dis.
quietude which pervaded her features; but
none but Ellen knew the drama which had
been enacted, none suspected the part which
she had been called supon 70 perform-none
but Susan guessed at the real cause of the
mysterious absence Of Williams.
The days grew into weeks and Williams
was still absent. No tidings Of him could
be gathered from any source Whatever, un-
til one morning sailor handed two letters
to Mr.. Fortescue,---one for himself and the
other for Mrs Rogers.