The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1865-12-07

Il .sgulSe, or are you not sure OF the
lock on your strong box Z!
'tccilc, Nccile, you are laugh.
ing at ycur father, the trca uro !
mean is YOURSELF
'lluvo these mcn any intcution
ofcarrving me oifl What Il pity
they should bo such dangerous
characters, for they waltz SO WE'LL
DO not pretend to misuudcr.
stand me Cccilc, you know cx-
actly what ! moan. You know
that YOU were admired by every.
body, and you know what is like.
ly to follow this admiration Of Il
parcel Of young men,
No, don't
1t is too bad to think that after
a life spent in loving YOU, in ma.
king you what you arG--bcautiml,
amiable, good, accomplished, Just
because You are Is, | am to give
you up; yes, give YOU up to n do.
ncstic invader called u son.in-law,
Il man who will carry YOU off from
me, n man who will assume to
love you, and what is worse, a man
YOU may probably learn to love
yourself; It is dreadful =
But all this is imaginary.
am ashamed of you one would
think you were young, romantic
girl
Imaginary, is it What do you
think has happened this very NOR.
ming .
Has thorc been an invader here
=
es, an invader that has actu.
ally proposed for your hand, Col.
Santcrrc, an invader mho is rich,
who is well born, an invader in
fact against whom there is not q
single objection to be madc, unior.
tunatcly.'
Yes, ono that You have never
thought of, but which is the most
powerful of all | do not like him,
and | will not have him.
Monsieur Coulaincourt rose, and
bis daughter to hia heart,
hoaved deep sigh of relief.
i thought you would want to
get married all young girls are
said TO want to get married.
But they have not such fathers
MS have now come to breakfast,
and make yourself perfectly easy
on the score of husbands for |
shall never, SO long as | live, leave
you.'
Now whom Mile. Cecile spoke
in this way, she was telling the
truth but not all the truth, for Ger.
tainly she was giving her father to
that she had no ailcc.
tion in the world beyond the one
she had for him, and that she never
intended to marry. Nj. Coulain
court had made an idol of his
after his wiie's death
he had consecratcd his life to his
child, and gradually he had grown
to look on all who sought to share
her affection with jealousy, such
almost as u lover might have felt
But with all this, M. Coulaincourt
knew that every girl in France il
expected to get married between
the ages of eighteen and twenty
an old maid is Tdr0 acis il
France, and all his wiie's and his
own relations were importunate fol
him to find a match for his daugh-
ter. She was beautiful, young and
charming, and possessed a hand
some dowry pretenders were moi
M. Coulaincourt felt as
if doom threatened him. IlC
was afraid to talk to Cecilo on the
subject, so the positive declaration
he had drawn from his daughter
that morning, caused him moro hap.
piness than he had known for ma,
ny years.
But after all it was an Eve-like,
womanisi answer she had given
him, she did love some one better
than her father, and the happiness
of her life depended on her mar
riage.
Many years before. Cccile, be-
ing then only six years old, as she
was sitting in her fathers carriage
driving along the high road in n
country place where her father had
hired residence for the summer,
and spied a boy three or four years
older than herself, sitting on the
wayside, crying.
One command from Necile had
the carriage, and the next
she was by the side Of the
child, inquiring into his griefs, and
forcing into his hand the cakes and
cherries with which her little bas'
ket was laden.
Monsieur Coulaincourt inquired,
however, more particularly into
the boys circumstances and condi.
ton, and finding him really an OBJ
ject of pity, and believing his sto'
ry, had taken twenty franks out oI
his pocket to give to him. But
Cccile stopped him Indignantly.
'Not at all, said she, heis 60
ing home with u.s.
And home ho was accordingly
taken. 1t was found that he had
the beginning ofa good education
that hospoke correctly, and was Q
very well behaved boy, confirming
his own story that he was the or,
phan of a gentleman who had
passed his life in writing, the boy
could not say what, and who had
died suddenly, pen in hand, leav-