Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1900-10-03
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THE ART OF lovEMAKINe.
Nothing Like That Depleted Ia Novels Thes.
Days.
Popping the question:" as 1t is vul-
carly termed, is one Of the most fate
full events in the lives of nearly ev-
cry human being, and the subject is
therefore, one that calls for large
share of attention from all men and
women.
All the world loves lover and It is
very nearly always the case that love
scenes in books are more closely scan
ned than any other passages. Curl
eusly enough the impression seems now
to prevail that the days Of old time
lovemaking are departed forever and
the young girls of today who read in
novels-especially in the lcve story OF
a century ago-the ,highfalutin' Ian
guage uttered by romantic hero.
sigh and declare that such things are
unknown in latter days. Then they
generally start in to reproduce in real
life the sentiments absorbed by such
reading of this character. It will be
interesting in this connection to repro
duce, in convenient form the love
scenes from the most talked Of novels
of the season-"To Have and to Hold, u
Richard Carvel." and when Knight
hood Was in Flower" Here they are:
ITO HAVE AND TO HOLD.
"'The George will sail in three days,
and we are to be taken back to Eng
land after all. It does not scare me
now" said the lady, who was once
Joselyn Leigh and now Nine. Ralph.
Percy.
"Tn all my life have kissed you on
ly once said to the wife who was
mine, ITO Have and to Hold"
1.-THE rose deepene6 In her eyes, there
was laughter and tears behind. You
are a gentleman Of determination she
said. If you are bent upon having your
way, I do not know that THAT L
can help myself. s
"Outside the wind blew and the sun
shone, and the laughter from below
the fort was too far away and elfin to
Jar upon us. The world forgot us, and
we were we'll content. There seemed
not much to say. I suppose we were
too hapy for words. I knelt beside
her, and she laid her hands in mine,
and now and then we spoke.
"T must soon be gone she said at
last. 1T is a stolen meeting. do not
know when we shall meet again.
She rose from the settee and I rose
with her, and we stood together beside
the barred window. There was no dan
ger of her being seen; street and square
were left to the wind and the sunshine.
My arm was around her, and she lean
ed her head against my breast. Per
f1aps we shall not. meet again, she
said.
winter is- over answered.
Soon the. trees will be green and the
flowers in bloom. I will not believe
that our spring can have no summer.
"She took from her bosom little
flower that had been pinned there.
It lay. a purple star, In the hollow OF
her hand. 1T grew in the sun. 1t is
the first flower Of spring. She put 1t
to her lips, then laid it upon the win
dow ledge beside. my hand. I have
brought you evil gifts-foes and strife
and peril. Will you take this purple
fiower-and all my heart besides"
1.-THE snow is gone said. The
snow birds are flying north
1.-THE woods will soon be green, she
murmured wistfully. .Ah, K we could
ride through them once more, back to
Weyanoge-
"'To home said.
"'Home,' she echoed softly.
"There was low knocking at the
door behind us. It is Master Rolfe's
signal she said. must not stay.
Tell me that you love me and let me
co."
RICHARD cARvEL."
"Then you would come in with my
breakfast on a tray, but my lady, her
self, looking so fresh and beautiful
that she startled me vastly" records
Richard Carvel.
"'Your excellency is the first to be
honored with this service says she,
with courtesy.
II was a man without tongue, my
hunger gone from sheer happiness
and fright. And yet eating the break
fast with a relish because she had
made it. She busted herself about the
room, busting here and tidying there
and. anon throwing glance at me to
see If I needed anything. My eyes
followed her hither and thlther. When
I had finished, she undid the napkin
and brushed the crumbs from the COW
erlet.
"You are not going" I asked, with
.H
"'Did you. want anything more, sir,
she asked.
"Oh, Dorothy I cried, 1T is you I
want, and you will not come near me-,
= Only the one woman lives
WnOIn love, dUu Wloui nave io'So
ever since we we were children among
the Strawberries . Need say that wo-
man is you, Dorothy? I loved you
before we sailed to Carvel Hall between
my grandfather's knee, and will love
you until death claims me-
"Then it seemed as If my heart had
stopped beating. But the snowy apron
on her breast fluttered like sail stir
ring in the wind, her head was high,
and her eyes were far away. Even
my voice sounded in the distance as I
"'Will you be the mistress of Carvel
Hall, Dorothy? Hallowed is the day
that I can ask it.
What on this earth may excel In
sweetness the surrender Of that proud
and noble nature! And her words
my dear, shall be sacred to you too,
who are descended from her. She