Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1867-11-21

Margaret" said Hunter, after they had sufficient
ly admired the assemblage, the flowers and tn
beautifully arranged lights.
| She looked the question.
"You sent for me, he said, bending his head
III Mr.. Hunter?" she asked, in indignant SUI
prise
sTake it as you will, Margaret" said he, "bu
there is the call" and he placed the ring in he
hand.
She blushed warm, indignant blush.
"Look inside" said he. "Did you know tha
was there?"n
She looked" "Mizpah" was written.
"No," Unanswered quickly. "Janie must hav
had it done after gave it to her. I knew nothing
of it" -----.
He smiled an amused, quizzical smile. swell
Margaret, said he, shat little word was constan
pledge and earnest of your presence, and yet
presence 50 intangible that it failed to satisfy;
havecome back at the spirit-cal, resolved to hav
all in all, or not at ALL y"
She placed the ring on her finger and turnet
her head away.
"And you will not give it back to meF' said he
II scarcely expected otherwise.
He compressed his lips firmly.
margaret, had almost sworn never to speal
to you on love again, and so help me God, thi
shall be the last time When I first asked you II
be my wife, you proudly, coldly denied me- d
not blame you now for that; it was indeed strang
wooing." He smiled bitterly II do not thinl
love was ever mentioned between US, and yet
Margaret, loved you, for could not forget you
l went to my home, disappointed that you woult
not let me assist you. You, whom admired, es
teemed so highly; you who formed my beau-idea
of woman. strove to shut out your memor!
by business, by travel by pleasure, but it was al
in vain. I met no one like you, and l determined
once more to see you, and see if in your presence
the spell would be dissolved Icame and saw you
myself unseen, and Oh Margaret, the glad rap
ture of that moment taught me how deep the low
was bore for you. I could not at once speak Il
you. I wanted to catch your look in the first mo
ment of surprise After awhile I came near
spoke to you; perhaps my heart interpreted, tot
hastily, the flush that bathed your cheek. For
give me for speaking of it, would justify m!
own rashness You know the rest-how plead
how you denied me, how faltering my tongue be
came under your coldness, and yet how eager ny
heart for the love that you forbade. That nigh
when we parted, I felt an unde6nable sense of tri
umph. You had been cold, almost silent and pos
tive in your refusal. You told me my sympathy
was excited by conversation I had partly over
heard between Newton and yourself; you told me
so cruelty Margaret, that it was not love, but only
esteem, friendship, I felt for you. You told me
you could not be so untrue to yourself, so unjust
to me, as to accept heart offered in sympathy
kind and considerate you confessed it, but only
sympathy at last. Ali Margaret, if you coulc
have seen it rebeling and pleading against that
sentencep'
'sBut in spite of all, Ihoped. You could moi
look at me. You trembled- d-your voice was SO lon
and SO falteringly sweet. Do these memorie:
wound you?'' looking down upon her pale face
''Forgive me, but must speak. Then you woule
not see ME whenI called the next morning, though
I sent again to tell you was on the eve Of start
ing. With what bitter feelings left the house
almost vowing never to enter it again. l left you
and dearer than ever before my hopeless love be
came. Beautiful you had always been to me, bu
Oh how purely beautiful you stood in your self
reliant courage; true and pure you ever were +
me, but Oh how true and holy you now seemed
fulfilling your selfappointed work. l almost trem
bled when asked you for that little souvenir yo
have taken from me; for there is good deal Q
fear, fear of exhausting your patience in my low
for you. But you gave it to me, and may 10
bless you, Margaret, for the fond memories tn
dear gift invoked II, now, you forever deny me
I shall always bless you for the happy hours thos
memories gave me.
"And now, for the last time, tell you lov
YOU; not with boys passion Of day, but wit
all nv manhood's strength. have loved 20
through these years not with occasional memorle
of tenderness. but
s love thee with the BREATH smlles Of a my life,
And If God choose shall but love thee better after death
'Tell me, Margaret, must crush it out an
bear the sorrow of an unloving heart all my llt'
or will you be my other life, and be, to me, th
Joy which earth or heaven will not hold wlthor
you?'
How rapidly he spoke, and how firm and stron
the manly voice that was so pleading.
"Giye me my ring, Margaret" said he, in
tone of gentle peremptoriness
Her large eyes looked up so startled.
"Margaretl" and she dropped her head, owe
come by the earnest look.
'You will not give it? Then l will keep tt
hand till it is restored"
He clasped her hand in his firm grasp, so fr,
as to be almost painful.
She shrank. "You hurt me-" she whispered
Il 'Do I?'' said he, as he covered the little fra
thing with kisses. ''Be brave, Margaret-bra1
in all else; be brave in telling me love no long
in vain. Do you love me better than you did
She shook her head
"No," she whispered
"Can you love me better?'
| ''No," said she, almost inaudibly.
"Why, dearest?"
There was something strangely powerful in the
!, whispered tones in the long gaze that made h
face turn toward him, and slowly look up.
l, What a traitorous tenderness there was in Il
deep, mysterious depth of the soft eyes.
can the spirit deeply dawning in the dark Of hazel eyes,"
}, A warm color flushed her pale cheek she stro
to speak but her lips only quiyered, and were
y lent.
/ Let light and trivial emotions go bubbling aw
in childish laughter, but the deep and holy passio
q of two human hearts, rising and swelling with tht
new and solemn burden and bliss, is too sacred
aught but tears.
"Let US walk further down in the shade Of t
' Grange trees" said Stephen in low whisper, as
he was telling some great secret They NOV