Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-09-26


my boy. my boy, be calm" said Mr.
Willoughby. tenderly. How do you
know she does not love you? You dis
tress yourself needlessly."
"Needlessly! Methinks she Is moi
one to say one thing and mean anoth'
err and you encouraged me; you told
me could win her." said he, almost
beside himself in disappointment.
And If you will but be calm. tel
you, you will yet win her, foolish boy
Ellen's nature Is calmer than yours
Give her time-your impetuosity fright
ems her."
"Tell me this: Does she love an.
other?"
Another? Whom has she to love-
1t cannot be-" said Mr.. Willoughby
slightly equivocating. for he had sus-
pected 1t since the night of Davies
capture.
'Davie," said Graham, half whisper
ing the name, even in the suspicion
stung by a sense of ingratitude.
Pooh! a childhood's friend. She has
scarcely seen him since the war broke
out" replied Mr.. Willoughby colorine
slightly. Leave the matter with me
Graham; rest assured will use all my
influence for you"
Graham wrung his hand.
my lasting gratitude will be yours
sir, IL you can give me this dearest
wish of my heart. II could but think
1t was a maiden's modesty."
"Of course, it is. What else can II
be?" replied Mr.. Willoughby: and un-
willing to prolong the interview, ne
said he would at once see Ellen, and
have the matter determined.
In her favorite chair, at the bay WIN
dow, Ellen sat in pensive meditation
Hesitating but a moment to consider
how he should address her, Mr.. Will
loughby advanced.
And of what is my Ellen thinking?'
said he, as he stroked her hair, and
pressed a kiss on her brow.
"Fie! uncle. to ask a maiden her
thoughts; maybe, regretting the fitting
of my last new bodice, or mourning
over my pet bird, or meditating new
trick for Zoe, here" said she, pointing
to the spaniel at her feet.
ELLEN Campbell's head is not wont
to busy itself with such reveries; my
little lady must think again."
well. perhaps I was wondering
when those blue heavens would smile
on a peaceful land or II 1t would ever
be till the troubled hearts now beating,
were laid at rest" she said mournfully'
TOO sad by half, Ellen. I will not
accept It," replied Mr.. Willoughby, sit
ting by her and gazing earnestly In
her face.
"Then 1t was reverie that will admit
Of no interpreter" said she, annoyed
at the scrutiny; "and my heart Will not
unveil her sacred temple"
"Maidens dreamt of lovers when
was young"
And experience taught them their
dreams were vapory castles, suppose
said she. pettishly.
my Ellen does not think that all
love Is a passing breath. surely?" said
Mr.. Willoughby. ..
my uncle did not come to my win
dow to talk to me of love. surely" re-
pied Ellen mischievously.
mo Ellen. I did not" said he,
throwing aside the bantering manner
he had hitherto assumed. But / come
to speak of a lover"
She turned one quick, rosy, sparkling
glance upon him. Then looking from
the window, waited for more.
II cannot think my Ellen has arrived
at years of discretion without ever
feeling the natural passion. Tell me,
Is 1t so?''
There was no answer, unless the elo-
quent blood that was dying her very
finger tips were answer.
"And who so worthy as the one OF
all others my heart so fondly rests up
on-brave, manly and captivating
Tell me. Ellen. Is 1t so?" and he drew
her towards him. The blushing face
was hid upon his shoulder as he said'
land he is even now awaiting the It'd
ings that will make his Ellen his own.
May bid him hope?"
He was not wont to require
spokesman In such matters" said FL
len fondly, raising her head.
But he says you will not listen. He
says you reject his love-"
who says?" cried Ellen. "Of whom
do you speak?"
"Of Graham, of course. OF whom
else could l speak?" replied Mr.. Will
loughby.
Ellen turned again, and her clasped
hands fell on her lap. The rose died
out from her cheek as she silently sat
Speak, Ellen, may I bid him hope
What does your heart say?'
my heart Is mute; my heart Is
mute" cried Ellen, while tears Of dis
appointment fell upon the clasped
hands.
What do you mean, Ellen?" said Mr.
Willoughby, almost sternly.
II mean that I have told him his
addresses were unpleasant to me, and
now l repeat It," said she, impatiently.
"I will not carry that message, Ellen
Think of 1t and as you fear my eternal
displeasure, command you to look
upon him In the light of a lover"
Ellen looked up in surprise at her
uncle, who had risen in strong displeas-
ure, and her naturally high spirit re-
voting at the tone Of command, she
said:
Your displeasure, sir, I would not
willingly incur: but l would hold 1t as
light compared to the pain Of my own
conscience. were to act the unworthy
part of pretending to what I cannon
feel"
And why can you not feel 1t? What
stands between you and him? Tel
me-" and he caught her arm as II 10
wrest 1t from her.
What stands between him and me:
A memory stronger than life, more
lasting than DEATH" said the maiden
now fully reused.
"Is this my Elem" said Mr.. Will