Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-06-03
CHAPTER XIII.
If hearty sorrow
Be sufficient reason for offence,
tender il here do as truly suffer
AS e'er did commit.

passed his lips. His fathers sternness, as we'll
as his mothers love, had kept him silent.
They never spoke of the remote hints Of his
letters, and strange timidity forbade him to
speak of what so deeply concerned him. AS
day succeeded day, his difficulties increased,
and each one proved more conclusively Leo.
nora's unftness for the domestic life that made
his happiness. He recalled her naughty
pride-the arrogance he had called indepen-
dence; and her bold defiance Of what she
called conventional prejudice he now
saw was principle. The very ferceness OF her
love startled him, and he shrank from bring
ing her in contact with his firm but gentle
mother. But this was ungenerous, unkind.
He would meet the fate which he now felt had
been thrust upon him. Love, honor, and
duty commanded, and such calls his parents
would not bid him slight, nor would they re
iect when offered. He sought his mother.
Boylike, he would make her his friend first.
"Mother," said he, have secret want
to tell you"
"And so have l one for you, Herbert" she
smilingy answered; "and to day you will see
my secret, and own mine is the sweetest and
best. Hush," said she, as he would have
spoken, mot word wait till you see Ellen
Campbell"
"A day does not matter" he thought. eel.
len Campbell can be nothing to me, and
where is there beauty like my Leonora ?"
He had written to Mr.. Monckton, but not
to Leonora waiting till he could give her
the joyful news of daughters welcome. 1t
was evening when Ellen Campbell came.
Herbert had roamed lstlessly all day, dis.
satisfied and dispirited. He wished the stran'
ger was not coming. "Had it not been for
her, my mind would now be unburdened," he
said fretfully. He heard her answer to his
mothers greeting; frank, cordial, earnest.
Not in musical musing, nor yet high toned or
sharp; but clear, decided, tuneful, with a
vibration of melody peculiarly sweet. A
faint color flushed to her fair cheek, as mod
estly raising her eyes, she acknowledged his
welcome. Such modesty was very sweet, and
he could not forbear longing again to rouse
that Aeeting color. again to look into the un'
troubled azure of her eyes. The golden flow
of her hair, the sweet arch expression OF
the little graceful figure, were all beautiful,
but not so beautiful as the soul looking from
that lovely face womanly, pure, strong and
true. Oh how he rested in the cool, calm,
grateful atmosphere of her presence. 1t was
like breathing strong wind after being en-
ervated by a warm and unwholesome air.
And now, painting and poetry gave place to
freedom and morals passion and frivolity, to
dignity and virtue. In this school he learnt
the highest destiny of woman is the fulfill
ment of domestic duties, and the peace which
accrues from the faithful discharge Of them,
the basis of public welfare. How the honest,
fearless spirit reused him; how the good,
true, cheerful heart encouraged him! 1t was
no enthusiasm, no passion he felt for her, but
an intense reality which grasped and strug.
gled with his inmost heart He never thought
of love. He could not, would not so insult
her ; but the bitter, bitter fate, that had so
separated them! Her quiet unobtrusive hab
its, her womanly tastes, her winning affections,
her maidenly modesty, her dignity, her gen.
tleness, were as so many stars in the crown of
her woman's worth.
And how tender she was with the pale,
dreaming student; how gently would she cor.
rect the mystical theories; how patiently lead
the restless soul in holy faith to the rock that
never fails the tried and tossed how sweet
such woman counsel, even when man sstern rea-
son smiles on it, and even as he smiles listens
and sighs for such perfect trust! Herbert's
nature, so vascllating, so impulsive, rested in
her cool judgment, her infexible will. She
won without awing him she guided without
restraining. She was as the fountain to the
river of his nature, answering all demands
equal to all emergencies. She was the dew
to the flower, dropping so kindly, so gently,
resting so sweetly, so softly, and extracting
as silently and surely the perfumes of his
mind and heart. How that heart and hand
sprung to the great duties of life under her
earnest purpose; how his mind, now active
for good, nobly, actively strove under such inn
pulse, and how his whole nature rested and
reposed in such ompanionship! Sometimes
the question would startle him, does she
love me? And he would tremblingly hush
the quietly thing, while spasm of intense
agony would wiring his heart. She had taught
him to battle with reality, to struggle against
temptation and bravely did he answer her
teachings. He set seal on his lips, band
upon his heart, and the one should be silent
in death, the other burst ere he would for
get himself. Yet day after day his mind re-
volted more from speaking of Lenora. Would
he could bury the memory! His dream of
passion-how he loathed it! What are the
memories of imagination, to man encir-
cled by all the realities of social life, founded
in pure and holy affection? He would rest
while, gain little mere courage, and then
he would calmly tell them all, and forever
leave the home of his boyhood the spot dear
er than ever now, and bury his wretchedness
and his grief in the land that had so beguiled
him.
One evening he had been exercising with
wild and unmanageable horse, the art in
which he delighted, and in which we have
said he excelled. He had just subdued him,
as he thought, and was pacing him around
the house to prove his docility, when care
less servant sprung rattan he held in his
hand 1t struck the fiery animal, and Her
bert, off his guard at the moment, was thrown
with such violence, as to lie senseless and
bleeding-to all appearances dead. His first
consciousness was sound Of hurried and con-
ficting orders, mothers tears upon his face
and his fathers voice, sterner than usual,
trembled in strange tremor. He slowly
opened his eyes, vision Of a face unearthly
pale bending over him with unutterable
agony of expression passed before him, and
even as he strove to smile, he -elapsed into
Inconsistencies For days after that he lay
in dreamy languor, with that one vision ever
present.
One day being more than usually alone,
excited by the memory of the past, and the
hopelessness of the future, he determined to
make the. attempt and seek the family. In
considerable weakness, he managed to reach