Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1906-06-26
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Major Burr warmly grasped the hard
hand Of the veteran soldier-the big
tears came into his eyes, and his
throbbing heart almost choked his re-
ply.
God bless you, my more than
friend! Rightly and nobly have you
pointed out my pathway-frmly and
uhdauntedly will follow it, IL my heart
bfeaks in the effort"
| ri do not doubt you," said the gen.
efal deeply affected. II do not doubt
you, and II did, would not trust you
as do. Go on" he continued, ito Mrs.
Putnam and the girls. They will have
many messages to send"
| Major BurTs arrangements were
soon made. The journey to Kingsbridge
was a short one and the distance was
materially lessened by the Speed e.
loved. will understand that other
thoughts than the gloomy ones Of an
early separation obtruded themselves
on his mind during the ride. He was
about to meet once more the object Of
idolatry; to clasp her warm hand in
his; to look down into the depths of
her blue eyes, and wonder from what
world Of loveliness their beauties were
borrowed. In Imagination he was even
now inhaling the incense Of her breath,
and draining the nectar Of her lips.
At such times the demons of doubt and
uncertainty lose their power, and the
dark clouds that, one after another,
iaey spread along the sky, are brushed
akay by angels wings, or changed to
rainbow beauty, by the God Of Love.
They met, not as those meet within
whose bosoms hope has laid itself
down to die; but with the bounding
embraces all that is dear or cherished,
OF remembered of existence. For one
brief hour they breathed the air of
Hden, and in its wild delights forgot
that but an hour interposed between
them and separation that might be
| eternal To them there was no past;
no future; nothing but an all-absorb-
ing now. They thought not Of the
world around them, and envied not the
heaven above, amid the thrilling joys
Of the heaven below. Sweet privilege
Of youth! why is 1t that you abide with
US no longer? Why is 1t that the same
sun that lights your coming must also
shine upon your grave? Why Is 1t
that the last notes Of the rejoicing song
that halls your birth are always min
gled with the prelude to the funeral
wall that mourns your decay? Alas!
before the first green blade decked the
bosom Of earth, an immutable decree
went forth that whenever the Angel of
Love folded his wings on the footstool
OF God, he should be followed by the
Angel Of Grief, and the raptures of one
be succeeded by the anguish Of the
other. The boon and the curse travel
always so nearly together, that the
lightning Is visible before the sun
shine disappears. To Aaron Burr and
Margaret Moncrieffe it was rosy day.
time now, and eagerly they gave them
selves up to its sweet enjoyments, even
while the muttering thunder proclaim
ed that the stormy night was ap-
| preaching
The hour OF final separation had
arrived.
"Will you not go with me to the
boat" she asked, land give me every
possible moment of your society?"
mo, Margaret. 1t would be torture
to you and to me to have the prying
gaze Of Indifferent spectators fixed up
on us at such a time. Let US part
where the throbbings Of the heart are
unrepressed, and eye and tongue have
full permission to proclaim that we
would not exchange our love, hopeless
as 1t seems, for all the countless
spheres that hang above this orb of
ours"
| Nor" she added, nor for a myriad
ages of such poor endearments as
those with which the Eastern prophet
peopled his paradise. Let it be ours to
prove that there Is love as deathless
as eternity; and If we meet no more
until the soul has put off the stained
garment in which it is clothed there,
there beyond the sky, in the heaven to
which one Is called, or the hell to which
it Is doomed, let us agree that the 9TH
er shall follow and nestle by it's side"
! 80 let it be, Margaret" he exc.aim-
ed, pressing her to his heart. 80 let
1t be. Our compact is sealed"
One burning kiss-one long long
embrace, and then he sprang to his
horse and galloped furiously away.
| They never met again. The lines or
her life ran I'm tears and in guilt. A
fathers command consigned her to the
arms of an unfeeling husband, and
making her the instrument of that
husbands dishonor Still in the depths
Of the infamy to which she sunk, she
clung to the memory Of her early love.
and when her own hand recorded the
events of her unhappy life. every word
that spoke of him was filled with pas
sionate fire. The mistress Of royal
lover. the splendor that gilded her lot
could not bring forgetfulness to her
heart; and when she came to die, the
name of Aaron Burr was on her lips.
At that dread hour her fearful COM
pact was remembered, and her last
breath was expended in uttering the
words
I'm Heaven or in He'll we will meet
again."
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