Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-04-29
ory, if not in oblivion, at least in subsection ?
Rnt Il is he that would suffer not only losing

ory, if not in oblivion, at least in subsection
But it is he that would suffer not only losing
his faith in me, but in every holy principle
of our nature. 1t is the living death to which
I would condemn him, making sepulcher o.
his heart, and burying within faith, love, hope
and truth. Do not ask me to build such a
charnel house. Oh! forbid that my hands
should raise such tomb"
"And you will not listen to the only. re-
quest l have ever profered, Ellen?"
"Ask anything else of me, uncle, and see
how gladly my love will fly to do your bid.
ding. But this-and for an acquaintance Of
but few months, a stranger, an enemy, oh
uncle, why will you persist"
Mr. Willoughby's features worked in a
strong emotion. He strove to speak, but the
words came low and gaspingly.
"Ellen, I have sworn this. My life de-
pends on it. Ungrateful, disobedient girl, as
you dread my curse, as you value my bless
ing, heed what / say" and unable longer
to restrain himself, he turned and left the
room. Ellen sat, the image of mute despair.
She did not weep-her sorrow was too deep
for tears-but in sobbing agony, she bent her
head on her hands At length step aroused
her she drew closer within the shade Of the
window. ut is Graham" she thought, "and
will not be disturbed" But it stops close
to her, and vexed that he should intrude, she
would not look around. ........
At length, drawn by the magnetism that
compels one to look under anothers scrutiny,
she turned. 1t was growing late, the shadows
were lengthening, and but dimly could she see
the figure near her. Still the outlines of the
manly form were strangely familiar; she
heard low words of courteous greeting, and
oh how that voice, dearer than all the world,
thrilled her heart. She sprang up, but could
not speak nor advance to welcome the conner.
He came towards her, he took both those
trembling hands in his, he drew her towards
the open window. For one sweet moment he
looked into the blue eyes that were so eagerly
upturned, and that 80 slowly and lingeringly
hid themselves under the long lashes.
ELLEN" and his dark eye again sought
hers in eSrnest, eager, inquiry. 1t safhced,
for a smile played around the parted lips
that had hitherto been so stern.
"Ellen" and again her eyes bent and the
rosy color flooded her cheek, as tremulous in
in love, the name fell upon her ear.
"Ellen" !" and his arm was around her.
He drew her to his breast, and with low,
futtering sigh, Ellen at length found in that
broad, brave breast, the rest her weary heart
so longed for. .....
"You have been suffering, dearest" he
whispered, after standing some moments in
silence too blissful for words.
"Not now," she answered, nesting her
blushing face still closer.
"And I added to your trouble; tell me,
lover"
"It is over now," said she, unwilling, in
her generous love, to pain him.
"Can you forgive me, Ellen p
She made no answer; but one little hand
stole up till it gently rested on bis shoulder:
He drew her closer to his heart. Impassioned
words of loves low tenderness fell upon her
ear. They needed no answer-he required
none. The soft, sweet murmur fell like balm
upon her weary heart till in perfect peace
and trust, she could have breathed her life
away in the fond dream.
"Ellen," said he, "you have not yet bid
your soldier welcome. Look up, dearest, and
if your lips forbid it, let me read it in your
eyes, and far more eloquently than your lips
would dare to utter"
Gently he raised the dear head that yet
sought to hide its bushes on his breast, and
his dark eyes read in hers all they longed
to know. Slowly he bent his head and press
ed her sweet lips in one long lingering kiss.
"By heaven, Ellen, this moment is worth
years of common existence. Nay, dearest,
you cannot yet CO." said he, as she struggled
to be free.
"But the lamps are lighting, Henry, and
I must away, before any one comes in"
"And why, dearest 1 do not choose you
to leave me"
ri could not meet any one with this burn
ing face" she whispered, "and my tell-tale
eyes must be taught in solitude more cum
ming"
Again he looked into the glaring face;
again into the dropping eyes. Again and
again he kissed the parted lips that were
pleading so murmuringly for release, and
Whispering
"QuickIy then, my Ellen, for would not
be long parted from you," he let her 60.
"Davie!" said Graham, springing up to
meet him as he entered the room.
"Davie" said Mr.. Willoughby, in agita-
ted surprise, and with strained courtesy.
"How did you come? When did you get
here?" said Graham, warmly shaking his
haud
zone question at time" laughed Davie.
II came as troopers generally come, on the
back of my good steed and have not been
here long enough to wonder where my host
and his guest were."
Strange we did not hear you ride up," said
Graham, understanding from this that he had
just arrived.
"Has Jerry taken your horse?" said Mr..
Willoughby, rising as if to attend to it.
"Do not trouble yourself, my dear sir, Jer'
ry met me and knows his duty"
Muttering something about telling Ellen,
Mr.. Willoughby again attempted to leave the
room.
81 must beg, my dear Mr.. Willoughby, you
will not inconvenience Miss Ellen on my &C.
count; but allow me the privileges of an old
acquaintance. have already seen her, and
she has granted me every indulgence"
Davies keen eye was fixed upon Mr.. Viii.
loughby, and without another word the old
man sat down.
TO BE CONTINUED.
SOLD H1MsELF.-A Correctionville farmer
sold a load of corn at that town the other
day. When it was weighed he slyly stepped
on the scales, and then drove OFT to unload.