Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-09-26
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"Then, I'll Co." replied Sevier
But, where shall I find Bowen?
have a kind message from Miss FL
len for him."
"Yonder he stands under the two
elms. Poor fellow, he Is never with
any Of the boys now. They still go
to him in trouble, but his merry voice
Is never heard around the camp fire.
But Miss Ellen has other friends here.
Is Bowen the only one honored with
q message?
1.-The only one But, surely, that
old looking man Is not Bowen. Why,
his hair is almost silver"
1T is Bowen, nevertheless; and
yet, I feel 1t strange that he should
so grieve. His love only died and
died loving him. To love and be de-
ceived-ah! that. is death to the
heart" And, turning quickly. ere
Sewer could reply, he FASTENED to
his tent
Ere an hour had elapsed, Sewer
steed soon brought him to the Man
sion House. Surprised at the rapid
return, they questioned him Of its
cause: but his equivocal answer Of
bearer Of dispatches" satisfied their
inquiry.
by the way. have a letter for you.
Graham" said Sewer, and a billet
doux of fairy-like proportions. for
you, Miss Ellen" he continued, de-
livering the epistle.
Graham opened his letter and read
many extracts Of camp life, and af-
fected condolences over its stern du-
ties. Davies epistle seemed to have
been written in the highest possible
spirits-humor sparkling in merri-
ment and pleasantly in every line.
Here is a postscript you must
share with me, sister," said Graham,
in high good humor. But what is the
matter-are you sick?" as Ellen was
sitting pale and motionless.
She murmured some unintelligible
words: and taking the letter from
Graham's hand, read:
Truly yours, DAVE.
P. S.-Apropos to that truly, /
would speak to you Of exchange, did
I not believe It would partake more Of
the character of offence than kind
ness. Well, the brave deserve the
fair. Accept a brother soldiers con-
gratulations. May you be as happy
as her love can make you.
= With astonishing calmness she again
read the lines addressed to herself:
LET no thought Of me disturb
your happiness for the future. You
are free. God bless you, Ellen"
DAVE.
Sewer only waited for a hurried
reply from Graham when, again
mounting. he sped back to camp.
Nothing else" said Davie, as he
opened Graham's letter
THAT Is ALL said Sewer.
There was a dangerous fire in Da-
vie's eyes as he read of lovers hopes;
Of almost assurance; Of a future
that had not a single doubt; and Of
a gratitude pervading all, to the
friend that had so blessed him. The
congratulations were warmly accept
ed; and Davies lips betrayed the
starting blood as he read the merry
badinage of the coming wedding fes-
tivity.
Sewer switched his boots impa-
tiently, tih Davie. crushing the
epistle, in suffering no longer to be
restrained, looked up with an i'm
patient, "Well, sir!"
mo, sir. It's anything else but
we'll. You told me your letters were
not to offend that sweet girl at the
Mansion"
WELL" said Davie, laughing
hoarsely, did I not tell you true?"
"By Heaven, no." said Sewer; land
If you make me the bearer Of such
dispatches again, 1 swear I'll find
other work for this rod than my
brave Selim's back"
You forget yourself, Sewer, and
before you leave this place those
words must be retracted."
Must" said Sewer, with darkened
brow.
"I repeat it-must," replied Davie,
In the low, firm tone, which he al
ways used in deep wrath. And to
prove I am in earnest, see here"
and grasping the young mans arm
with vice-like force. he took the
whip, and breaking II In twenty
pieces, hurled 1t from him.
In uncomfortable passion. Sewer
grasped his sword, and crying. de
fend yourself!" would at once have
entered into deadly fray.
Davie folded his arms proudly and
fixing his flashing eyes on Sewer in
glittering magnetism. said:
Attack an unarmed man, Ned
Never" He smiled as he spoke, and
SEWER. dropping his sword and his
rage together. said in calmer tones:
You should not provoke me. Da-
vie; you know my hot temper"
"Ah! there speaks my friend
again." said Davie. grasping his
hand; land now, Sewer, what is my
fault?"
You pledged me your honor your
letters were not to offend; but / sup
pose honor is a holiday garment that
can be donned at pleasure, like other
virtues" said Sewer, lightly.
Honor. sir. is too sacred a thing
to Jest with" replied Davie, gravely
IT hold life worthless in comparison
with my own. You will understand
me when l say l will not permit d
second allusion to It,"
Sewers ready hand again sought
his sword. stung by Davies signifi-
cant tone and suddenly his volatile
nature caught a new idea.
"Davie. for Heavens sake, tell me
what we are quarreling about. Some
body says, answer a fool not accord
ing to his folly. lest you be like him;
and ii would be well Tor you to study
the lesson"
1T Is not the only lesson Of wis
dom Solomon teaches" replied Da.
vie: land now that Richard is him
self again, tell me why this storm
of INDIGNATION 2"