The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1867-11-22
MiseeIIaneous Selections.
SIX LOVE-LETTERS.

Are there any more of these letters |?
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 f; and the girl, trembling
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.
please don't be hard with her, my
DEAR she said, coaxingly. He's a nice
young man, and it is our fault after all
as much as hers, and you won't break
her young heart I'm sure"
Perhaps you approve of the whole
affair, ma'am,' said Mr.. Richmond.
T-no-that is, only'-gssped the
little woman; and, hearing Lucilla COM
ing, she sank into a chair, blaming her
self dreadfully for not having been
present at all her daughters music
lessons during the past year.
For all this disturbance arose from a
music teacher who had given lessons to
Miss Lucilla for twelve months, and
who had taken the liberty Of falling in
love with her, knowing well that she
was the daughter of one of the riches
men in Yorkshire.
1T was inexcusable in a poor music
teacher, who should have known his
place. Mr.. Richmond declared, and he
clutched the little perfumed 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 softening. They came at last, SIX
little white envelopes, tied together
with blue ribbon, and were laid at his
elbow by his despairiDg daughter. y
Lock these up until return home
this evening" be said to his wife; 4
will read them then. Meanwhile,
Lucilla is not to see this music master
on any pretence.' i,
And then Miss Lucilla went down
upon her knees:
'Oh, dear papap she cried, dearest
papa, please don't say | must never see
him again. l couldn't bear it. Indeed
l could not. He's poor, l know, but
he is gentleman, and II like him
SO much, papa
No more of this absurdity, my dear,
said Mr.. Richmond. He has been art
full enough to make you think him per
fection, l suppose. Your parents know
what is best for your happiness. A
music teacher is not a match for Miss
Richmond #l afl8
With which remark Mr.. Richmond
put on his hat and overcoat, and depart
ed. .a....,ss ..t. ~, b3,a1s.Hl.i
Then Lucilla and her mother took
the opportunity of falling into each
others arms. ra
Its SO naughty of you,' said Mrs.
Richmond. But oh, dear, I can't
blame you. 1t was exactly so with me.
| ran away with your papa, you know,
and my parents objected because of his
poverty. feel the greatest sympathy
for you, and Frederick has such fine
eyes, and is so pleasing. I wish l
could soften your papa
when he has seen the letters there'll
be no hope, Pm very much afraid, SOB
bed Miss Lucilla. Fred is so romantic,
and papa hates romance 7l
He used to be very romantic him
self in those old times said Mrs Rich
mond. Such letters as he wrote me-.
| have them in my desk yet. He said
he should die if l refused him.
so does Fred said Lucilla.
'And that life would be worthless
without me; and about my being beau
tiful 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 cry
ing, and made her lie down; then went
up into her own room to put the letters
into her desk; and, as she placed them
in one pigeon-hole, she saw in another
bundle, tied exactly asthose were, and
drew them out 81