The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1867-11-14
SIX LOVE LETTERS

from the WaVcrly.
care there any more Of those let,
tcrs ~
When her father asked this question,
in an awful tone, Lucilla Richmond
could not say "no,' and dared not say
"yes," but, as an intermediate course,
burst into tears, and sobbed behind her
handkerchief.
Bring them to me, Lucilla," said
her father, as if she had answered him,
as indeed she had; and the girl, trcm-
bling and weeping, arose to obey him
Then Mrs. Richmond, her daughters
very self grown older, came behind her
husbands chair and patted him on the
shoulder.
"Plcase don't be hard with her, my
dear" she said, coayingly. "He's a
nice young man, and it's our fault, af.
ter all, as much as hers, and yon won't
break her young heart, I'm sure"
"Perhaps you approve of the whole
affair, madam" said Mr.. Richmond.
T--no-that is, only'--gasped the
the little woman; and hearing Lucilla
coming she sank into q chair, blaming
herself dreadfully for not having been
present at all her daughters music les
sons during the past year.
For all this disturbance arose from a
music teacher who had given music
lessons to Miss Lucilla for twelve
months, and who had taken the liberty
of falling in love with her, kno wing we'll
that she was the daughter of one of
the richest men in Yorkshire.
at was ine3cusable in poor music
teacher, who should have known his
place. Mr.. Richmond declared, and
he clutchcd the little pcrfumcd billet
which had fallen into his hands as he
might scorpion, and waited for the
others with look upon his face which
told of no soltening. They came at
last, six little white envelops, tied to-
gether with blue ribbon, and were laid
at his elbow by his despairing daugh-
ter.
"Lock these up until ] return home
this evening"" he said to his wife; II
will read them this evening. Mean
while, Lucilla is not to see this music
teacher on any pretense."
And then Miss Lucilla went down up.
on her knees
ooh, dear papaw she cried, "dearcst
papa, please don't say must never see
him again. ! couldn't bear it-indccd
l could not. He's poor, l know, but
he's a gentleman, and IL like him SO
much, papa"
"No more Of this absurdity, my
DEAR" said Mr. Richmond. ale has
been artful enough to make You think
him perfection, l suppose. Your pa.
rents know what is best for your hap
pincss. 4 music teacher is not match
for Miss Richmond"
With which remark Mr.. Richmond
put on his coat and hat and departed.
Then Lucilla and her mother took
the opportunity of falling into each 9th
er's arms.
"It's so naughty of you," said Mrs
Richmond. "But, oh, dear, l cant
blame you. 1t was exactly so with me-
l ran away with your papa, you know,
and my parents objected because of his
poverty. l feel the greatest sympathy
for you, and Frederick has such fine
eyes and is 81 pleasing. l wish could
soften your papa"
"When he sees the, letters, there'll be
no hope, I'm very much afraid" sob.
bed Miss Lucilla. "Fred is so roman
tic, and papa hates romance"
"Hc used to be very romantic him
self in those old times" said Mrs
Richmond. "Such letters as he wrot,
ME. have them in my desk yet. HI
said he would die il l refused him."
$50 does Fred," said Lucilla.
"And that life would be worthless
without me; about my being beautiful
(be thought SO, you know. I'm sur
| he ought to sympathize little," salt
. Mrs. Richmond.
| Bu, she dared not promise that b
: would.
i So eoaxed her darling 10 stop cry