Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-09-22
ELLEN CAMPBELL
KINGS MOUNTAIN
Written for the Yorkvie A Ewart
Written for the Yorkvie Enquirer by Mrs Mary A. Ewart
CHAPTER XIII.
do beseech YOU,
What 10 your name?- TEMPEST.

DO what you can TOT lne pleas
ure Of your guest-you will know
how" "And that Is all" said Ellen
Campbell, as in the privacy Of her own
room, she read and re-read the hasty
billet. "Oh! Davie. could you not give
me one kind word?" And resting her
head upon her hand. she burst into
tears. Love lightly won, Is lightly
priced" she murmured. II am pun
ished. But, oh! he surely loves me.
Perhaps though, 1t was meant for the
pastime Of the hour. Soldiers deem
such jests merry food for campfire
tales" for her face burned In tor
rent of rushing blood But no, perish
the thought How could I so doubt
him? 1t is not that; but would those
hasty words that so betrayed me, were
recalled" and tears slowly and lin
geringly, trickled down her cheeks.
HE shall not know l grieve," said she.
as she dried her eyes and proudly
erected her head. 81, too. can be indif-
ferent: and he shall yet sue for the
love that Is now unworthy Of even q
blessing. Alas! 1 may never see him
again. Would to heaven I were dead,
she cried passionately, as In the aban-
donment of grief and wounded afrec-
ton she flung herself upon the bed.
"Oh! Henry, Henry, how l love you.
II you had been unfortunate, / never
would have deserted you. Danger or
disgrace would have bound you yet
more tenderly, for would have shared
the one, and despised the other. Had
YOU died, Henry, l would have so
mourned you, my brave. my noble SOL
dier, but oh! to be unfaithful, this is
bitter. To be deceived when / poured
forth all the treasure Of my woman's
heart. But I will tear him from that
heart II my life blood flows with 1t.
None shall point to Ellen Campbell as
the love- sick maiden the disappointed
woman. But hush proud heart; can
II be possible l wrong him? All! II
It were so:" and again tears quenched
the angry spirit. Patience, patience
will yet see him. Busy about the du-
ties Of his position would / have him
neglect them for me? No, no, my pa
triot, your Ellen will learn submission
arms. Hush. hush; every regret be
still-every longing be quiet. He will
yet be here and chide his Ellen for
these fears" And resolutely subduing
emotion. the brave girl would no Ion
ger harbor a thought against the idol
Of her heart. Still, 1t was with a pale
cheek and faltering step that she de-
scended to the parlor on the following
morning. The struggle OF the night
before left a suffering trace on her
brow, and with a manner unconscious
ly subdued by that suffering. she ques-
toned Lieut. Graham Of his wound
81 am better much better. The
soft charm of this hand" said he bend
ing with knightly grace and kissing
its dimpled surface, was round me In
happy memory. soothing me with such
dreams Of bliss as yet burden my
waking hours with a sense Of tender
ness that this moment again realizes
Scarcely knowing now how to reply to
such gallantry, Ellen bowed, deeply
blushing, and turned, glad to find re-
lief in Sewers merry badinage.
And you will leave US this morn-
ing, Ned?" said Mr.. Willoughby.
Il must sir; there is too much work
to be done for any Of us to be long
idle"
why, what mischief are you now
meditating, boy? thought your late
success would warrant a rest"
"Ah" said Sewer, laughing, we
have to keep such unpleasant news
from my lord in Charlotte. Rebels as
we are, we have no idea Of injuring
his digestion with the tidings Of such
loss"
Graham's eyes flashed. and he bit
his lips in chagrin.
Beg pardon, Graham" said Sewer,
with his usual easy good humor, but
you must let those laugh who win.
Don't frown so, man. One would think
YOU had Italian blood in you. when you
don one Of your thunder looks. Come,
II you are not afraid Of frightening
Miss Ellen, smile man, smile. All!
that is better" continued the merry
ensign. Now you look like the picture
on the wall there; a good little boy
in a shooting jacket. BY the way, who
was that taken for. Mr.. Willoughby?
Graham does look like 1t when he
smiles"
1T was taken years ago when l
was in England" replied Mr.. Will
loughby hesitatingly. and turning to
the open window.
Taken for yourself, sir?' said Sc
vier.
Yes" replied Mr.. Wiloughby,
with a deep sigh
Look at Graham as he rests his
head on his hands with that light on
his face-just smiling enough to de-
stroy the stilletto Of the Italian In his
CONFERENCE.-THE see If am not cor
rect. tell you. Miss Ellen, he's some
cousin over the water-an added claim
for your tender sympathies."
Much as would like to prove the
claim" replied Graham, in evident an
noyance at the young ensign's badin-
age, truth compels me to resign 1t;
but my English tastes and predilec-
tions have never yet made me ashamed
of my warm Italian blood. am rather
proud of my mother country. my clas-
sic. noble Italy"
Italy! sir. 1 thought you were an
Englishman," said Mr.. Willoughoy
turning quickly. Then suddenly
checking the haste which might seem
ill-bred he colored deeply. and with a
hurried beg pardon" again turned 10
the window.
1T is only the home Of my adoption
sir" said Graham, with graceful cour-
tesy: but next to the home OF my
birth, is dear to me as the land OF no
bility and knighthood."
THE veriest aristocrat you ever met
Miss Ellen" laughed Sewer He
would not touch one Of the lords oi
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