Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-06-03
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, character! Now if my speech should be
t Anglo-Saxon, not only in brevity but in SIM
e plicity, remember you urged me to it and
t tempted plainness of utterance [ oftener
r admire than dare.
"No, Davie, will not listen" she laughed,
as she arose to leave him but he would not
allow it.
II know something of the Anglo-Saxon
you so admire" said she, (which you pro-
fess your modesty does not allow you to
dare, but which I never knew to delay it's
utterance I will hear more of its bold
pleadings."
f "Then it shall not speak word-but three,
f Ellen. Be my wife" said he.
'"You asked me that long ago, dear Henry,
and I said "yes," she replied, her pure, clear
/ eyes meeting his.
"But to-day, Ellen-now,"
"Now? Do you wish it?" She had no
need to ask again. She almost regretted she
had so questioned. Davie was not often de-
monstrative, but when he loosed the strong
curb of his will, he was Is ardently impetu-
: Gus as most Carolinians.
"Tbe truth is, Ellen, I cannot accept no.
1t is coin that never would pass with me-
Now an honest yes, appreciate and love,
and my Ellen's yes-shy trembler, that it is,
that so fears its best friend-I will welcome
to my warm heart, and nurse it to life that
will never plead for recall"
"Yes-but yet," said Ellen, hesitatingly:
"I'll accept the yes, without the but yet
But yet,' is a jailor to let out some mon
strous malefactor And seriously, Ellen, if
you distinctly understand that l wish it
think you do, do you not?" he questioned
mischievously.
"Quite satisfied" said she, drawing shily
away from him. He laug he'd, II do not OBJ
iect to repeat the protestation."
"But do, and seriously, Davie," said she
gravely.
"Well, Ellen, don't tempt me with that in
nocent look of wonder in your blue eyes, or
I'll forget myself and swear again. But,
seriously, your uncle urges this, and think
we should crafty him."
"But now, Henry-so sudden"
"Do you not know me well enoug h? ?" said
he gravely.
"Davie! she cried, reproachfully.
"Nor trust me, Ellen2' Her hand sought
his in earnest entreaty. "Then, why hest.
tate? Come love, be generous"
"How?" she whispered; and Davie knew
he had conquered.
"Say Henry-I love you," said he, draw
ing the dear form to his heart.
"But you know it," she whispered, her
glowing cheek resting againt his.
"Then say-Henry will be your wife,"
"Ah Henry you know that, too," said
Ellen, hiding her head on his shoulder.
"God bless you, Ellen. Now for veal or
woew he cried triumphantly, as he hasten
ed to Mr.. Willoughby with the joyful IT,
dings.
Mr.. Willoughby had not allowed Mr..
Adams to leave them, so there was nothing
to hinder the ceremony. There were no fash
ionable friends to call, no bride cake to make,
none of the thousand and one contrivances
to tantalize and disturb the sacred peace Of
a newly welded pair. n
In after years, Dave often saw his wife
more richly attired, as glttering in jewels,
courted and caressed, she moved in gay
throngs, the cynosure of all eyes, but never
was she so lovely to him, as on that quiet
winter night, with her dark blue dress but
toned close to the fair white throat, and re-
lieved by its delicate lace collar, her rich
golden hair shining in glossy waves, bound
as proud coronal around her head, sweet,
coy smile trembling around the parted lips,
and loves liquid light melting her blue eyes
to violet lustre, she answered his tender and
eager VOWS with whispered, "my dear
husband !"
One word more and we have done.
In process of time, four marble slabs were
erected in the quiet country graveyard of
that mountain church, where first we heard
the voice of liberty! One was inscribed to
Herbert Willoughby-
"Judgs not, that ys be not judged"
Another to Francis Edward Graham
"My Son J"
Poor Mr.. Willoughby, he could not claim
him in life-he would in death.
Another to Alexander Bowen and Bessie
Craig
"They loved in He-in death they wers not
dipided."
Another to Andrew Craig
"An honest man-God's noblest auork."
Mr.. Adams lived to see the liberty he had
so prayed for bless the land he loved, and his
children's children yet live to reverence the
integrity of his character, and his noble strug-
gle for truth and justice.
The impetuous, but warm. hearted and gen.
erous Sewer, found one "that would be wooed
and not unsought be won," till he was fain
to declare that the devil spoke an accidental
truth when he said there was terror in love
and beauty" Nevertheless his "pleaded rea-
son" was at length approved, and he wrote to
Davie that he was at length privileged to
guard her, or with her, endure the worst.
His descendants yet live to be proud Of their
patriot name, and North Carolina fondly
cherishes the memory of her Cleveland, her
Shelby, and her faithful Sewer.
And Davie and Ellen-fearless patriot
pure woman they were, indeed, help-meets
for each other. His work was not yet done.
He had yet battles to fight for his country,
and nobly did he perform his duty, and so
we'll did he and his compatriots f. ght, that in
less than one year from that well-fought field
of the Cowpens, the King of Great Britain
acknowledged the States to be "free, sover-
ejgn and independent" 1t was glorious
heritage to leave his children, and the proud
father in after years fought many blood.
stained field DER again, as he charged his
boys to guard we'll the holy legacy, bought
with the blood of Williams, of Campbell,
of Bowen; or whispered to his daughters
of the bitter wrongs of Bessie Craig, and in
prouder accents of the noble heroism Of Ell.
LEN CAMPBELL.
FREAKS OF NEEDLE.-A few weeks ago.
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