Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1867-12-12
CHAPTER X-CoNT1NUED.


AUTHORIZES OF "ELLEN CAMPBELL, OR KINGS
. MOUNTAIN" AND OTHER STORIES.
CHAPTER X-CoNTNUED.
'sWhat is the matter with my mockng-bird
this morning2' said deep voice, thrilling all ia
MES pulses; and o firm hand was laid on hel
shoulder.
She did not speak, but casping her hands be
fore her. her soft eyes looked far, far away, as she
stood trembling.
stJanie, parting was such sweet SORROW, that
have come back to say goodbye once more. Viii
you kiss me again, JanieT"
She looked up at the face that bent to hers, but
did not speak.
'tJanie!'' and his voice trembled u cannot
leave you-come with me, birdie?
A tide of crimson bathed neck and brow, but
still she did not speak.
'eWhat is my Aradne looking for? The expires
sion of that love that she sees in my eyes; that
she hears in my every tone that, waking or sleep
ing, near her or away, is hers, and has been hers
since first looked into those SOULFUL eyes7 Must
I say more, jamie, or will you guess the rest
here2" and he drew her to his breast .a
She drew herself coldly away. Her face had
lost all that rich color it had worn while he spoke
and there was again the eager, yet frightened look
in the brown eyes.
s:Do not tell me you love me" said she; "at
least not yet, till you hear all have to tell you.
Sit down here and let me try and speak,
His own look grew stern as she spoke, and he
silently took his seat BY her side.
Then she told him how, long ago, she had suf-
fered from an infatuation she had callod love.
How she loathed herself even when indulging In it,
how perfectly unsatisfying she felt it, and how,
even after she had rooted the last vestige of its
power from her heart, she still acutely suffered
from painful sense of shame that she had ever
allowed its influence How she could not hear the
name, without crimson tide flushing her face with
a sense of indignant shame. "And now," said
she, 'swoud you love a woman who could so far
forget her better nature, as to stoop even to par
TALLY for such man as Edward Wilcox"
sI could, and do love woman, jamie, /" he re-
piled, 'swho could rise superior to the power OF
such fascination as know he possesses, and from
the force of pure principle root love she deemed
unworthy from her heart And dearer than I ever
loved before, do I now love the woman who can so
courageously crush her shrinking modesty, and
bravely tell of chapter in her life she would for
ever have buried. i appreciate the truthfulness
of the character accept the confidence, a conf
denee that was not needed, as have known it
from our first meeting, but which would not
check, because could not silence the noble cour-
age, the innate truth which dictated it And now,
jamie, we stand as we did before-will you be my
wife?"
sAnd you have loved me, knowing all this p
said she, her eyes questioning in glad surprise.
He smiled.
"You have not answered my question"
"You will not think I know how to love-" said
she, yelling her eyes from his searching look.
'Then show me, BIRDIE" he said, in his deep
tender tones
She looked up, shy laughing look, hesitating
coyly, like bird, longing and halffearing to nes-
tie in the breast of the one who had long tended
it.
Gradually her face grew grave, a look of tender
entreats filed her eyes, her lips parted, she halt
murmurad, II have found my res"
"And my Ariadne, said he, as he claspedthe
yielding form in long embrace
Time sped rapidly. To the lovers but few
moments; for jamie did not weary by tenderness
An arch smile would provoke some merry ques-
ton, to which jamie would make an apt rejoinder,
and perhaps, in the very moment Of laughter, an
unconscious tenderness would food her eyes as she
met his look, and subdued at once, she would yield
to his behests.
Again, lifting her head from his shoulder, she
would gravely question of some life duty, and as
they conversed, forgetting the subject, forgetting
all but his presence, the earnest eyes would look
and question, till, startedby some carressing word
she would, with smile and blush, struggle a
gainst his winning power 1t was impossible te
weary of her versatile humor. She never allowed
tenderness to satiate or love topalupon the sense
In every phase of character she was new, keer
and fresh.
Some hours had passed, when Stephen entered
the room.
'sYou here, Dunbar? thought you were ma
king arrangements for leaving"
''The steamer will not sail until next week. VI
said Dunbar, rising to greet the different members
of the family as they entered.
''That's good news; then you'll wait on me, y
said Stephen.
IT don't know that I WILL" replied Dunbar,
gravey.
.sPercy, what in the world is the matter with
you?'' cried Stephen; 'you have lately been the
most uncompromising, unsatisfactory fellow, have
ever met. What makes you so unzeasonableF'
Unreasonable, mani" said Dunbar. "You
have always told me living bachelor, wasthe most
unreasonable thing in the world, and am anxious
to redeem my character before you marry. Asyou
have always promised to wait on me-holding that
out as an inducement- have concluded to call up,
on you, and beg you to do me the favor before you
are enrolled as Benedict"
'What has got into you, Dunbar?' cried John.
yesterday you looked as if you had swallowed
Cleopatra needle and the Pyramids, you were 50
grand and gloomy; and then your face was fair
representation of the catacombs One might have
written Haryeys meditations on it with propriety.
Last night you rode up here with me, and I could
not get word, but it sounded like voice from the
tombs; and when we went back, your voice had the
ring of bell and you talked me out of breath.
Now, to-day, you are completely metamorphosed,
and Horatio, himself, could not have merrier hui
NOR. What do you mean, man aie you crazy
gone clean daft?"
"I speak the words of truth and soberness," re-
piled Dunbar
"And you are to be married?" asked Stephen,
scarcely crediting his own senses.
eyes" said Dunbar, grayely.