Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1867-10-03
Che Republican.
SIX LOYE LETTERS

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deed, she had; and the girl, trembling ant
weeping, arose to obey him.
Then Mrs. Richmond, her daughter
very self grown older, came behind he
husbands chair and patt.d him on tn
shoulder
please don't bs hard with hermy dear.
she said, cOaxingly- He is a nice youn!
man, and it Is our fault, after all, as mucl
as hers, and you won't break her youn:
heart. | am sure
Perhaps you approve of the whole at
fair ma am, said Mr. Richmond.
'.I-no-that is, only" ga,ped the littl,
woman; and hearing Lucilia coming. sht
sank into chair, blaming herself dreadful
ly for not having becn present al all he
daughters music lessons during the pas
year.
For all this disturbance arose from
music teacher who hsd given lessons tC
Miss Lucills for year, and who had taker
the liberty of falling in love with her
knowing well that she was tbs daughter o
of one of the richest men in Yorkshire
1T was inexcusable in n poor music
teacher, who should have known his place.
Mr. Richmond declared, and he clutched
the little pcrfumed billet which had fallen
into his hands as hs might scorpion, and
waited for the others with lcck upoE hi,
face which told of something They came
at last, six little white envelopes, tied to
gether with blus ribbon, and were laid al
his elbow By his despsiring daughter.
Lock these mp until | come homs this
evening" he said to his wife; Il viii read
them then Meanwhile, Lucilla is no; to
see this music master on any prs,ence."
/ And then Miss Lucilla went down upon
her knees:
'.Oh, dear papa" she cried: 'my de,rest
papa, please don't say | must never sec
him again. couldn't bear it. Indeed
could not. He. poor, know, but he is a
gentleman, and II like him so much, pa
pa"
NO more Of this absurdity, my dear, =
said Mr. Richmond. "He ha, been artful
enough to make you think him perfection.
| suppose. Your parents know what is
best for your happiness. A music teacher
is not match for Miss Richmond
With which remark Mr. Richmond put
on his hat and overcoat, and departed.
Then T.ucilla and her mother took ths
opportunity of falling into each Others arms.
Its so naughty of you" said Mrs
Richmond. 'But oh, dear can't blame
you. 1t was exactly 30 with me. | ran
away with your papa, you know, and MY
parents objected because or his poverty
feel the greatest sympathy for you, ard
Frederick has such fire ewes. and is so
pleasing. wish ! could soften your pa
pa"
when lie has seen the letters therc1l he
no hope. I'm very much afraid sobbed
Miss Lucilla Fred is so romantic, and
papa hates romance"
HE used 20 he very romantic himself in
those old times" said Mrs. Richmond
''Such letters AZ he used to write To me. ]
have them in my possession vet. Ho said
he sh-uid die IL refused him.
So does Fred" SAID Lucilla-
"And that life would I've 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 coaxcd her darling TO stop crying
and made her lis down; then went up into
her own room to put the letters into her
desk; and, as she placed them in one pi.
con hole, she saw in another, bundle,
tied exactly as those wers, she drew them
out
These letters were to q Lucilla also
One who had received them twenty years
beforehand now she was a matron old
enough to have daughter who had heart
troubles-unfolded them one by one. won
dering how il came 10 pass that lovers
letters were all so much alike.
Half a dozen-iust the same number.
and much more romantic than those the
music master had written TO her daughter
II str int
Richmond's 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 daughter
When she left the desk she looked guilty
and frightened, and something in her peck
ct rustled as she moved. But she said
nothing on the subject to any one until the
dinner hour arrived, and with it came her
husband more angry and determined than
ever. The meal passed in silence; then,
having adjourned to the parlOr, Mr.. Rich
mond seated himself in great armchair,
and demanded:
''The letter." in voice Of thunder.
Mrs. Richmond put her hand into Lsr
pocket and pulled it out again with a
frightened look.
Mr.. Richmond again repeated, still more
sternly:
"Those absurd letters, if you please, my
dear ma am"
! And then tho little woman faltered:
"I-that isl believe-yes, dear-I be
live have them," and gave him pile Of
white envelopes, encircled with blue rib.
bon, with a hand that trsmbled like ar
aspen Leaf.
As for Lucills, she began to weep as
though the end of all things had come a
last, and felt sure that if papa should prove
cruel she should die.
''Six lctters-six shameful pieces of de
ception, Lucilla, said the indignant parent
Il am surprised that child of mine could
practice such duplicity,. Hem. let me see
Number one, believe. June, and this is
December. Half year you have deceived
US, then, Lucilla. Let me see-ah, From
the first moment he adorsd you, eh?'-
Nonsense. People don't fall in love in
that absurd manner. II takes years Of ac-
quaintancs and respect ann attachment
With your smiles for his goal, he would
win both fame and fortune, poor as he is
Fiddlesticks, Lucilla, A man who has
common sense would always wait until he
had fair commencement before lie propos
ed to any girl. Praise Of your beauty
/ The lOvliest creature he ever saw. Exag-
geration, my dear. You are not plain, but
such flattery is absurd. Must hear from
you or die. Dear, dear-how absued,"
And Mr.. Richmond dropped the first
letter and took up another.
THE same stuff he commented. 81
hope you don't believe a word he says
n plain, earnest, upright sort of a man
would never 60 into such rhapsodies, am
sure. All. now, in number three he calls
you an angel. He is romantic, upon my
word. And what is all this?
Those would forbid me to see you car
( find no fault with me but my poverty.
am hosest--I an earnest in my efforts.
am by birth a gentleman, and love you
from my soul. Do not let them sell you
for gold, Lucilla:'
"Grsst heavens, what impertinsnce to
yourparents."
II don't remember Fred's saying any
thing of the kind" said poor little Lucilla
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