The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1867-09-26
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piQsh; and yet what a glow Instantly
suhused the tell-tale countennuce she
ayerted from the scrutinizing glance
of her father. '9 a n 6
His name. is Bartine4-E edward
Barhne. father he Is q very fine
, young man; everybody loves him.
TX "Hum - 3. IS 3, I,
5t:Alls the girls loved him like q
sand you loved him just like a
brother, ! suppose2p ~
"Huml" We'll, what was this.yery
fine young man doing at the young
ladies' ,boarding-school 2" w
"He only came up from New Ha-
3 ven to pass few months with his
aunt, and to pursue his studies with
i, DIR! Heber. He is going back to
college very soon, I suppose.
"Going back to college! Oh, {
understand, I ul,derstandosome wild
scape-goat, I'll be bound, suspended
for misdemeanor-neverwi will be worth
q straw-neyer will be good for any
thing, not he, wasting the money
which his father toiled hard to earn,
I'll warrant you !" i.
"No, indeed, father, Edward Bar
tine is no such person, indeed he is
not, eagerly interposed Lucy.
Glow do you know? I tell you he
Is. See here, Lu, who is this from?"
and putting his hand in his ample
coat pocket, Mr.. Willis drew forth
the letter, holding it up, however, at
arms length. F
, go, dear, dear father, please give
it to me, please do; that's a dear
father !" cried Lucy, springing up,
her face radiant with Joy, and ex-
tending her hand for the precious
missive ts
'Not so fast, little Miss Lucy
Willis; sit down again; there is your
letter. Now open it and read It to
me-" said Mr., Willis, passing his
arm around her waist to prevent her
fight.
20, father, please let me go-in-
deed, 1 cannot read it to you'll" urged
Lucy, the tears trembling like dew
drops on her long -fringed eye-lids.
swell, then, I'll read it myself; it
must be very fine. I should like to
read letter from such nice young
man." said Mr.. Willis, attempting to
take it.
"Father. please DON'T" it is only
about about
"Never mind, I will see what it is
about, Lucy; you must either give me
the letter, or read it to me. T must
know the contents - and this time
her father spoke sternly.
The poor girl dared not disobey.
With trembling hand she broke the
seal, and in voice scarcely audible,
read
" My dearest, sweet Lucy
$, 'Hum-puppy Go on.
My dearest, sweet Lucy. To-
morrow-to-morrow, I leave for
for
Lucy could proceed no further, but
covered with bushes, hid her face in
her fathers bosom.
swell, well, Lu, don't cry; 1 don't
want to hear any more of such silly
stuff. There, give me the letter, it
will serve nicely to light my pipe"
said Mr.. Willis, twisting it in his
fingers.
''Father, won't you give me the
letter-won't you, father ?" pleaded
Lucy.
"No. Lucy! Now go and get pen,
ink and paper; this must be answer
Quite pale and frightened, she
brought her little desk and placed it
on the table.
care you ready ?" said her father;
"well, then, begin. Mr.. Edward
what's his name-Bartine ?"
eyes, SIR"
"'You are base, designing young
man,
"Must I say so, father? Indeed,
he is no such thing !" interrupted
Lucy, looking up all in tears.
81 say he is-go on"
You are base, designing young
man; SO, although I am but a far
mer's daughter, never presume to ad-
dress another letter to me.
"Have you got that very we'll !;
now add
: "'My father desires his compli-
ments. and would like to try the
strength of his new raw-hide upon
your shoulders.
Lucy sobbed aloud.
Now yz.,, say, Respectfully, very
Mr. Willie fool, @l,o LIatA.1