The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1883-08-02
Ralph TerriII's Courtship.

LII JIOuD u lhOolilit, ulniIlibS ocu VII
either hand n stretch of level beach,
Ilack-brownel cliffs, with here and
there q tree leaning far out, as though
half tempted to try the fearful leap
toward the sea beneath; and between
sea and cliff Il pair OF lovers.
Happy, yet trembling trusting all to
the rosy god, yet drcading to dare pater.
familiasl
cit won't do, Nell. He'll never con-
sent You remember he told me last
spring that he did not care for money,
but that the man who won his daughter
must have performed some valOrous decd
to prove his worthincss of the precious
trust. It's queer notion, pet. Why,
my beloved, it is an insult to talk of
winning you'll I love you, but to win
you never hope, except by the power
of that lovel'
Che handsome fellow bent his face
toward the girl Mt his side and suspi,
cious so,md danced out across the glim,
n,ering waves
"But, Ralph dear, perhaps father
will"
"No, Nell, no he mover will" inter
ruptcd her lover, again drawing her
>ay-that he may change. But it's i'm
possible. Darling, we must either wait,
wait indefinitely, or else"
sweet cheek and whispered few words
in the listening ear.
The girl started.
ooh, Ralphl don't-o on'tl You know
that I could never do that! What! run
away-elope? Oh, my darling, do not
speak of such thing! shall love you
for ever, but this cannot do?"
The young man soothed his COM
panion with low words and tender, and
plead his love and longing as n reason
for the proposal, but when the moon,
whose blushing face had been hidden
behind a great rift of clond, peeped forth
again, the lovers had risen and were
moving along the beach toward the
more frequentcd part of the shore.
Ralph Terril was only a young lawyer
struggling into practice, while Nellie
Trevillion was the beautiful daughter oi
old Jeremiah Trevillion, one of the
wealthiest men in the State.
By chance the young people had met,
and meeting lad loved !; but how hope
lessly those only knew who had learned
the foibles of old Jeremy, when over his
vine his tongue was loosened. AS Ter
ill had said, he cared little for money
with son-in-law; but for some unknown
tcason he had fixed upon hero for his
daughters husband. TO win Nellie
TrevilIion man must first prove him
self q knight of eye olden Time" and
the chances Of attaining such fame were
few enough in the nineteenth century.
Nevertheless, so ran the edict; and al
though Terrill had, by his gentlemanly
hearing and successful pleading of Ger
tain cases. gained the esteem Of his de-
sired father-in-law, yet he knew too well
that any hint OF his affection for Nellie
would ut once turn him from the door.
And so it was that the young people
might, as yet, only love and hope, but
not marry
One ally, however, they had in Nelle's
uncle, retired merchant and an old
bach dwight Trevillion-and to
! him they confided all their troubles.
This sage old party listened and advised
but as yet no result had been reached
anl the future remained dim enough
were it rot for the light of glowing trus
and love. They would watch and wait.
Early morning on the coast; and "a
the bright beams of the happy s,u
kissed all the little waves awake, bright
enlng the face of the smooth beach, tw,
etawart figures were seen to emerg,
from cottage and turn toward tho sea
1T was Jeremy and Dwight Trevillion
the brothers, bound for days fishing.
Ihey entered their boat, spread thcj
canvas, and were seen sailing gcntl,
away before the light land breeZe-alonc
for these gentlemen were thorough
sportsmen, and desired no third party il
their trips. This morning, however, cr,
they embarked, Dwight Trevillion hat
expressed half hope that some MAJ
might be stirring, whose services they
could engage, "to attend to the boa
while they fished."
But his brother laughed him to scorn
Bosh, Dwi! Why should we peet
bothering ignoranus with us TO-DAY
more than on Tuesday last, when VIZ
went crabbing?"
ooh, no reason" replied the other
hcsitatingly, "only I thought if We
wanted to go far from our boat it woult
bo better"
"Well, we can toss hor anchor over,
| replied Jeremy, "and she'll wait for us
Don't let us have a man."
Just as the chimes of tho far away
village clock rang across tho rmooth watc1
for six o'clock the Seagull ground hel
forefoot upon the fine white sand of
small sandbank, perceptible at low tide
and the Trevillion brothers embarked
Now for jolly day." said Jeremy
as he prepared his tackle, undisturbed
Stick that little anchor in the beach
Dwi, and we'll go to the lower point"
The other obeyed, and with rods anc
lines the oentlemen atrOlled nWaY TO