Juniata sentinel. [volume] (Mifflintown, Pa.) 1846-1873, 1867-10-23

lucu Luciild anO ncr mOtHcr look the
opportunity of falling into each others
arms.
"It's so naughty of you," said Mrs.
Richmond. but, oh, dear, l cannot
blame you. 1t was exactly 50 with me.
l ran away with your papa, you know,
and my parents objected because of his
poverty. | feel the greatest sympathy for
you aud Frederick has such fine eyes, and
is SO pleasing. l wish l could soften your
papa
when he has seen the letters there'll
be no hope I'm very much afraid" sot.
bed Miss Lucilla. Fred is so romantic,
and papa hates romance"
ale used to be very romantic himself
in those Old times" said Mrs. Richmond
"Such letters as he wrote me- | have
them il my desk yet. He said he should
die if 1 refused him."
so does fred" said Luoilia
"Aud that life would be worthless with
out me and about my being beautiful
Che thought SO, you know) I'm sure he
ought to sympathize little," said Mrs
Richmond.
But she dared not promise that he
would. She coaxed her darling TO stop
crying. and made her lie down then
wen, up into her own room to put the let
tiers into her desk and as she placed
them in one pigcon-hole, she saw in an
other bundle tied exactly as those were,
aud drew them out.
These letters yore to LUcilia, also
One who had received them twenty years
be!Orc-and she was now a matron old
enough to have daughter who had heart
troubles-unfold them one by one, Won
derns how i; came to pass that lovers
letters were all SO much alike.
Half dozen-just the same number
AID much more romantic than those the
music master had written to her daughter,
Lucil!a. a strange idea came into Mrs
Rlchmonds mind. She dared not oppose
her husband by look or a word she
had never attempted such thing.
But she was very fond Of her daugh-
ter. When she left the desk she looked
| guilty and frightened, and something in
her pockets rustled as she moved. But
she said nothing to any one on the sub
Ject until the dinner hour arrived, and
With it came her husband, angry and
more determined thar ever. The meal
was passed in silence; then, having ad-
Journcd to the parlor, Mr.. Richmond seat
ed himself in great arm chair, and de-
mandcd:
"The letters" in a voice of thunder.
Mrs. Richmond put her hand into her
pocket and pulled it out again with a
frightened look.
Mr.. Richmoud again repeated, still
more sternly:
Those absurd letters, if you please, my
dear Ha'a an"
Aud ;hen the little woman faltered:
"I-that isl believe-yes, dear-I
believe l have them,' and gave him a
white pile Of envelopes, enclrcled with
blue ribbon, with 4 hand that trembled
like an aspen leaf.
As for Lucilla, she began to weep IS
though the end Of all things had come at
last, and felt sure that if papa should
prove cruel she should die.
"Six letters-six shameful pieces of de-
ception, Lucilla," said the indignant pa
rent. IL am shocked that a child of
mine could practice such duplicity. Hem
let ne see. Number one, believe. June
and this is December. Half year you
have deceived US then, Lucila. Let me
see-ah. "From the first moment he
adored you," eh? Nossens,. People
! don't fall in love in that absurd manner
1t taxes years of acquaintance and respect
aud attachment. "With your smiles fol-
goal, he would win both fame and fortune
poor as he is !' Fiddlesticks, Luci!la
a man who has common sense would wait
until he had fair commencement, before
he proposed to any girl.
Praise Of your beauty. The loveliest
creature he ever saw!' Exageraton, my
dear. You are not plain, but such fiat.
terry is absurd. "Must hear from you OF
die" Dear, dear-how absurd ~
And Mr. Richmond dropped the first
letter, and took up another.
"The same stuff" he commented. 81
hope you don't believe word he says. A