Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1874-04-09

we'll as possible with their handkerchiefs !; but
from the very first, there was no remedy that
could have availed him.
Docia threw herselfo the body and utter,
ed the most piteous and heart-rending cries
Cecilia did not move. Lying on sofa
with her face buried in the cushions, she was
blind and deaf to her surroundings.
Now and then convulsive movement an
nounced the presence of life in her form
This alone betrayed the emotion the sufferer
still experienced, although, evidently endcav'
oring to crush all feeling in herself.
And now occurred an incident anomalous
and unexpected. Old Mr.. Gadbury preserved
his GOODNESS and his presence of mind; after
the tears he shed over Cecelia, every vestige
of excitement left him, and while every one
else stood in CONSERVATION and awe-while the
sorrow of Docia expended itselfin sobs-while
the despair of unfortunate Cecilia was fast
verging on madness, he mastered his emotion
and leaning over his nephew, sought to find
some trace or sign of life
"He is dead, then ?" he said, turning to the
neighbor who had broken the news, and speak
ing in low, nquiring voice, as if he dreaded
the reply.
"No," said the man, sadly, "not dead yet;
and he hopelessly shook his head as if he hao
no thought of his hosts recovery.
"Did you send for doctor?"
eyes have sent for two or three-for Doc
tor Hunt and Doctor Tomlinson. They are
the best physicians in the county"
"But they live in Harrodsburg, ten miles
away"
"Better 90 ten miles for good doctor thar
have such euacks as live about here, who
would be no advantage in the case. Doctor
Nelson was away from home He is the only
one who could do anything about here. So
sent to Harrodsburg. If there is any saliva
ton for him Doctor Hunt and Doctor Tom
linson are the men who can administer the
balm of life to him."
Their conversation was interrupted by a
loud cry of JOY from Docias Gadbury had
moved His poor wounded body had become
terminated with the desperate clasp of his
sisters endearing arms.
Acute pain portrayed itself in his features
Once or twice, he partially opened his eyes,
and then closed them. He was evidently en-
deavoring to master his sufferings sufficiently
to speak.
After many efforts, he raised himself on his
elbow and looked about him in wild, des'
pairing, wretched way, that would have
brought tears to the cruclcst eyes.
"My wife!" he moaned, in broken but eager
tones, "my wife! 1 want Cecelia."
Cecilia started from the couch and ap'
preached him. Even in that little while her
features had undergone such change-she
was so wan and white and full of despair
that at sight of her, murmur of pity rose
from every one present.
"Send Docia away" said Gadbury, turning
his face away, that the young girl was cover
ing with kisses and tears; 'send away my
sister Docia-my dear little Docia, who loves
me so we'll"
"No! no! l will never leave him p cried
Docia, terribly affected by his tender words
that she so much feared we're dying ones
"you shall not tear me from him; all the
world shall not take me away!' she cried
"Oh! wish it," he moaned, ptifully; and
hearing these words, all strength, all hope
left her, and she suffered herself to be gently
led from the room.
81 want everybody to 60 away want to
see my wife alone" resumed Clarence Cad
bury, looking around him.
His old uncle turned to the neighbors and
said with sorrowful gesture that was full Of
infinite pathos-
"Nothing can be done for him until the
doctors arrive; and it might be dangerous tc
vex him. If there is no hope, we must not
deny him, poosboy!"
At this, he quilted the room and beckoned
all the rest to follow him. They did so, and
Cecilia was left all alone with her dying hus
band-the man to whom she had been botl
false and true; the man who loved her uttery J
and intensely, although his jealousy had cast
a blight on his own life, as well as hers
Cecilia had stood near him like statue
She was apparently insensible to all that wa:
passing around her. The noise of the closing
door reused her from her awful stupor. She
looked around her with hunted, wild eX
preston in her eyes, terrible to see but those
for whom she looked were no longer there.
At length, as if dreading the ordeal, hel
gaze rested on the blood-stained couch where
her hapless husband lay.
"Come, nearer-nearer me" he gasped 81
must speak and my voice is almost gone
She mechanically obeycd him. The next
instant, she threw herself on her knees beside
him and took his hand.
In sufocated voice, again and again, and
yet again, she moaned out despairingly y
"Pardon-pardon-pardon."
Although dying, the man snatched his hand
from her grasp. Then he lifted up her head
and gazed attentively in her pale and bcauti
full face.
"You are not grieving," he said, "your eye:
are dry; not tear to shed even when you
see me thus-dying by the murderous hanl
of the man you love"
81 cannot weep! My brain is on fire, she
muttercd and moaned con fire, on frc!"
"And can it, indeed, be, that you so little
regret my death DO you realize how your
indifference humliatcs me, even in my dying
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