Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-04-15
CHAPTER XIII.
7 do beseech you,
What is YOUR name ?-TEMPEsT.

EDO what you can for the pleasure of your
guest-you will know how" "And that is
all," said Ellen Campbell, as in the privacy
of her own room, she read and re-read the
hasty billet. "Oh! Davie, could you not
give me one kind word ?" And resting her
head upon her hand, she burst into tears.
Love lightly won, is lightly prized," she
murmured. II am punished. But, oh he
surely loves me. Perhaps, though, it was
meant for the pastime of the hour. Soldiers
deem such jests merry food for campfire
tales" and her face burned in torrent of
rushing blood. "But no, perish the thought.
How could so doubt him? 1t is not that !;
but would those hasty words that so betray-
ed me, we're recalled )" and tears slowly and
lingeringy, trickeled down her cheeks. "He
shall not know 1 grieve," said she, as she
dried her eyes and proudly erected her head.
81, too, can be Indifferent; and he shall yet
sue for the love that is now unworthy Of even
a blessing. Alas may never see him again.
Would to heaven were dead" she cried pas
sionately, as in the abandonment of grief and
wounded affection, she flung herself upon the
bed. "Oh Henry, Henry, how love you.
If you had been unfortunate, | never would
have deserted you. Danger or disgrace would
have bound you yet more tenderly, for l
would have shared the one, and despised the
other. Had you died, Henry, I would have
so mourned you, my brave, my noble soldier,
but oh to be unfaithful, this is bitter. To
be deceived when poured forth all the treas
ure of my woman's heart. But I will tear him
from that heart if my fe.blood flows with it.
None shall point to Ellen Campbell as the
love.sick maiden, the disappointed woman:
But hush proud heart; can it be possible l
wrong him? All! if it were so )" and again
tears quenched the angry spirit. patience,
patience / will yet see him. Busy about the
duties of his position, would have him neg.
lect them for me? No, no, my patriot, your
Ellen will learn submission and wait till duty
bids my lover to my arms Hush, hush ; ev.
cry regret be stll-every longing be quiet.
He will yet be here and chide his Ellen tor
these fears" And resolutely subduing every
emotion, the brave girl would no longer har'
Dor thought against the idol of her heart.
Still, it was with pale cheek and faltering
step that she descended to the parlor on the
following morning. The struggle of the night
before left a suffering trace on her brow, and
with manner unconsciousy subdued by that
suffering, she questioned Lieut.. Graham OF
his wound.
81 am better, much better. The soft charm
of this hand" said he, bending with knightly
grace and kissing its dimpled surface, twas
round me in happy memory, soothing me
with such dreams Of bliss as yet burden my
waking hours with sense Of tenderness,
that this moment again realizes" Scarcely
knowing how to reply to such gallantry, El.
len bowed, deeply blushing, and turned, glad
to find relief in Sewers merry badinage.
"And you will leave us this morning, Ned p
said Mr.. Willoughby.
81 must, sir; there is too much work to be
done for any of us to be long idle"
"Why, what mischief are you now medi-
tating, boy? I thought your late success
would warrant a rest"
"Ahw said Sewer, laughing, 1--WE have to
keep such unpleasant news from my lord in
Charlotte. Rebels as we are, we have no idea
of injj!uring his digestion with the tidings Of
such loss"
Graham's eyes flashed, and he bit his lips
in chagrin. -,
beg pardon, Graham" said Sewer, with
his usual easy good humor, "but you must
let those laugh who win. Don't frown so
man. One would think you had Italian
blood in you, when you don one of your thun,
der looks Come, if you are not afraid Of
frightening Miss Ellen, smile man, smile
All that is BETTER" continued the merry en-
sign. "Now you look like the picture on
the wall there; good little boy in shoot
ing jacket. By the way, who was that taken
for, Mr. Willoughby? Graham does look
like it when he smiles"
1T was taken years ago when I was in
England" replied Mr.: Willoughby hesita
ting gly, and turning to the open window.
"Taken for yourself, sir" said Sewer.
eyes," replied MIR. Willoughby, with
deep sigh.
"Look at Graham as he rests his head or
his hands with that light on his face--jus
smiling enough to destroy the stiletto OF the
Italian in his countenance-and see If an
not correct. I tell you, Miss Ellen, he's some
cousin over the water-an added claim tol
, your tender sympathies." :"