Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-04-08
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"Ellickw at length she cried, "who says
I cannot be your wife Do you not love
your little Bessie2" And without waiting
for reply, she continued: "If l smiled on
other lads it was ma that I loved you less !;
but that l loved to see you follow me with
your eyes in jealous fear, lest Bessie should
think more Of another. How often | smiled
in other faces for the dear delight of winning
you, by simple word, to forgive your Bes-
sic! How often I refused the kiss you plead
ed for, that I might watch my moment, and
looking up in your face tempt you to snatch
what was so ready to grant! How often at
the kirk, dear Ellick, 1 would not meet your
eager look, till in the instant Of parting, l
would send the blood rushing to your face,
with laughing glance! Oh! Ellick, you
do not, you cannot, know all the wiles Of Bes
sizes love teasing you with its change, bind
ing you with its trust, and loving you dearly,
loving you through it all, Ellick - shelaughed
"Do you mind the night you asked me?
How bashful you were and how teased you,
though longing to hear your loving tale-and
how you forced me to listen to you, while l
pouted and loved you all the dearer for the
mapliness that bade me be quiet? And l
laughed and said, "No," and you did not
speak and would not understand how Bessie
longed to hear it all again, and you bid ME
good bye and would have left me but when
you took my hand, somehow you did not give
it up, and l could not take it from you till,
dear Ellick, l found myself weeping in your
arms and you so proud, (and so happy Of
your capricious little lassie. And I thought
then never would tease you again ; but |
did, Ellick, and you forgave me till-"Oh !"
she shudderingly cried, "that awful dream
it chokes me. Air, air! !" she sufocatingly
gasped. Painting moment, she cried
"Ellick, dear Ellick, never wropged you
in thought, word or deed. You were dearer
than all the earth beside. Oh! how loved
you! So proud of your free, bold step; so
proud of your manly bearing so proud ofyour
love; but prouder than all Of your honest
heart. And now to lose you! What terror
is this between us!" she cried, clasping her
hands to her heart. II feel it here, but |
cannot tell what it u.s." and she looked in ag-
ony around. Gradually look of settled des-
pair passed over her face, and moaning, 81
know it, l know it all now" she buried her
face in her pillow and beseechingly moaned
for him to leave her. Clasping his arms
around her, Bowen bent down and whispered
low and lovingly in her ear. Gradually the
clenched hands relaxed, gradually the hidden
face turned to him, till burying her head on
bis shoulder and weeping quietly, she whis:
pered her tale Of terror there Fainter and
fainter, grew the whisper, as closer he drew
the dear form.
awake, father" she said 81 miss him."
They looked on each other in troubled
CONSERVATION. She smiled.
"Is it so? Thank God! He would have
been very lonely without his lassie. And
you, Ellick-" she looked at him long and
lingeringly-"I cannot comfort you," she said,
and calmly continued "that wicked man
"In hell" said Bowen, in uncontrolled
passion. "Hush, Bessie" and the wrathful
tones were muttered in deep curses, while
scowl of deadly wrath gathered on his brow.
"Poor Ellick! !" said the girl, from whose
heart every emotion of wrath or terror had
faded, as she lovingly stroked his face.
"Miss Ellen" she smiled, and grasped her
hand rested one kind look on Mr.. Willough-
by, then turned, as if glad once more to rest
on Bowers bosom. She smiled in his face,
and murmured some low words of love, the
flush died from her cheek, her eyes closed like
a weary child sinking to rest, long sobbing
sigh, and Bowen was forever alone. Reverent.
ly laying the dear head upon its white pillow,
he knelt by her side, and placing his hand
upon the breast that had so lately beat in lov-
ing pulsation to his touch, he took a solemn
VOW, devoting himself to the cause of liberty,
wholly and entirely, till God should drive the
oppressor from the soil. Severing long
brown tress, and kissing the pale lips that still
smiled in sweet serenity, with firm step and
stern purpose, he turned from all that was
dear to him, to await the moment that was to
consign the parent and child together to the
earth.
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