The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1869-06-15
0 N L Y A Gu R L Z.
BY EMMA ?. CALL.

Lillian Forestall was the loveliest girl
in the village of N, where her father
resided for more than half the year.
The belle of village is not often a
general favorite, for young ladies are apt
to look with jealous eyes on beauty that
exceeds their own, but Lilian's case was
an exception. Her sweet disposition,
and bright, winning ways left no room
for jealousy, and gave no cause OF OF
fense. Of course she had ''lovers in
plenty" and for awhile it was impossible
for the village gossips to tell which of all
her suitois would be the favored one
1t gave general satisfaction when it was
known that her choice had fallen on
Richard Malcolm, for he, too, was a ia,
vorite, and well worthy the bride he had
won.
They were handsome pair, Us they
stood on the piazza of Mr.. Forestalrs
fine residence, in the full moonlight of q
beautiful evening in June, murmuring
the fond adieux that must last them but
twenty-four hours.
Lilian's head rested on the shoulder of
her betrothed, her fair curls mingling
with his dark locks, as he bent his head
to hers.
"Oh, my Lillian, what have I done to
deserve this great happiness"
"The happiness is not all on your side,
my darling; hundred times day tell
myself that l am yours, really yours
and now I'm hearing the sweet words,
even though I only whisper them to my
self"
~ pray earnestly that I may be worthy
of your love, my Lillian; but you will
find me full of faults; my temper is has
ty, but will control it for your sake"
81 do not fear," said Lillian; and she
looked in his face, her eyes beaming with
the love and happiness that filled her
heart to overfowin
Could not the moon, that gazed so
calmly on their joy, have warned them
Of coming trouble? Could not the
leaves, as they softly rustled in the sum-
mer breeze, have whispered words of
caution, that for once, in defiance of the
old adage, "the course of true love-
might have "run smooth ?" But the
moon shone on in her cold beauty, and
said nothing, and the leaves only MUIR
INJURED the airs they learned from their
teacher, the South wind; and SO Lillian
parted from her lover, entered the house,
and throwing herself on divan by the
window, leaned her head upon the win
dow-sill, and listened to the footsteps
thrt were music to her, until, growing
fainter and fainter, they at last died away
in the distance.
In the parlor Of the only public house
of which the village boasted, on this
same evening, sat four gentlemen, around
a table, on which was the debris of what
had evidently been an elaborate dinner.
Now, cigar stumps, matches, and bits of
twisted paper were strewn about, amid
salads and disjointed game, in manner
most disgusting to any delicate organi-
zation; and the rather boisterous con-
of the quartette gave one rea-
son to fear that salads and games were
not the only delicacies of which they
had partaken.
81 say, Phil" said one, sold Forestall
has his country seat down, here, hasn't
he ?"
"Yes," said a third, and mighty pref
ty girl his daughter is, too"
.sPhil knows that to his sorrow" said
the first speaker, "for she gave him the
mitten, pretty cleanly."
Philip Warmers face was flushed with
wine, and yet deeper hue stole over it
at this last remark. His dark eyes fash
ed scornfully on the speaker as he said :
"Gave me the mitten, did she Carl Re.
we're! you are mistaken there. don't
know that / gave her the opportunity to
do that, and wager that Lillian Fore
stall would, tonight, grant me any favor
that she would yield to another"
"What! even were that other Richard
Malcolm p
"Richard Malcolm be -" roared
Philip. as he rose from his char, and
steadied himself by the table; "what
has Richard Malcolm to do with Lillian
Forestall will you tell me that, Carl Re-
we're ?"
"Pooh, pooh! don't make fool of
yourself, Phil" said Revere; "you know
very well that they are engaged. So, sit
down and be quiet"
mo, sir, I'll not sit down. / will, on
the contrary, prove to you, within an
hour, that I have said nothing but the
truth. Wait for me, here; in an hours
time I will return, and show you that
Lillian Forestall has not given me 'the
mtten.'
Before his companions had time to
realize that he was in earnest, he had left
them and was half way down the street
BY this time the evening air had cooled
his heated blood, and he began to think
he had made fool of himself. He knew
very well that, if he gained admission tc
Lilian's presence, she would at best treat
him with cool civility; but he would moi
turn back, SO pushed forward on his fool
hardy errand.
His companions gazed at each Other
in puzzled CONSERVATION after he had lef
them, not knowing to what length his
excitement would carry him, and were still
discussing the question, when Philil
burst into the room.
His blood-shot eyes and heated face
bore witness to the agitation of hi
mind. With sneer upon his lips be ex
claimed:
"Here is the proof 1 promised you
gentlemen nor, perhaps, you will sa,
that Lillian Forestall has Tilted me -
At the same time he held before thei
astonished gaze golden curl. Their
was nothing to be said. They all recog
nized the eurl,for no young lady OF thei
acquaintance had Just such curls as Lii
ian. Silenced, and somewhat mystified
they started for the depot, to take tn
train for the city.
"There is Richard Malcolm" whisper
ed Carl Revere to Philip; ''dare yo'
show your trophy to him!"
81 not only dare, but 'oHl." Ant
Philip walked up to him, and held tn