The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1869-10-26
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SIX LOVE LETTERS.

lnueeu sue nAui ana tue girl, trembling
and weeping, arose TO obey him.
Then Mrs. Richmond, her daughters
very sell grown older, came behind hsi
husbands chair and patted him on the
shoulder.
please don't be hard with her, my
dear, she said, coaxingly. He's Il
nice young man, and II Is our fault al
ter all Us much as hers, and you wont
break her young heart I'm sure.'
Perhaps you approve Of the whole
affair, ma'aIn,' said Mr.. Richmond.
'I-no-that Ia, l only'-gasped The
little woman; and hearing LIcl Ia com.
Ing, she went TO q chair, blaming her.
self dreadfully for not having been
present at her daughters music lessons
during the past year.
For all the disturbance arose from q
music teacher who had given lessons Ia
Miss Lucilla for twelve months, and
who had taken the liberty TO fall In
love with her, knowing we'll that she
was the daughter Of one Of the richest
men In Yorkshire.
1t was lnexcusRble In q poor music
teacher, who should have known his
place. Mr.. Richmond declared, and be
clutched the little periumed billet
which had fallen into his hands as he
might scorpion, and waited for the
others with look upon bis face which
told Of no softening. They came Of
last, six little white envelopes, tied up
together with blue ribbon, and were
laid ut bis elbow by his despairing
daughter. III y y
Lock these up till return home
this evening, he said to his wife; I will
read them then. Meanwhile Lucilla
Ia not 10 see the music master on any
pretenoe.'
Aud then Miss Lucllla went down
upon her knees:
'Oh, dear papa she cried, dearest
papa, please don't say l must never see
hImiaRain. IL couldn't bear II. Indeed
could not. He's poor, know, but
he's gentleman, aud IL like him 10
much, papa
mo more OF this absurdity, my dear,
said Mr.. Richmond, he has been art.
ful enough 10 make you think him
perfection, ! suppose. Your parents
know what Ia best for your happiness.
A music teacher iB not u match for Miss
Richmond
With this remark Mr.. Richmond nut
ON bis hat and overooat, and departed.
Then LucillA and her mother took
the opportunity Of falling into each
others arms.
ITS 80 naughty OF you,' said Mrs.
Richmond. but oh, dear, can't blame
you. II was exactly 80 with me, l ran
away with your papa, you know, and
my parents objected because Of his
poverty. Ifeal the greatest sympath y
for you, and Frederick has such
fine eyes, and is 80 pleasing. l wish |
could soften your papa
when he has seen the letters there
will be no hope, Pm very much afraid, )
sobbed Miss Lucllla. Fred Ia so ro-
mantle, and papa hates romance
'Ae used 10 be very romantic him.
self In those old time said Mrs. Rich
mond. Such letters he wrote me. /
have them In my desk yet. He said he
should die II I refused him.
80 does Fred, said LuCllls.
And that life would be worthless
without ME; and about my being beau.
tiful, The thought 80. you know I'm
sure be ought TO symathiZs iitlle,'
said Mrs. Richmond.
But she dare not promise that he
would.
She coaxed her darling 10 stop cry.
Ing, and made her lie down; then went
up into her own room " put The letters
into her deSk; and, AH ShU placed them
Into one pigeOn~hnle, she SAW In an
other II bundle, tied exactly IN those
were, and drew them out.
Those letters were to Il Lucllla also.
One who had received them years be.
fore-and she was now n Inatron old
enough TO have q daughter who had
heart troublss-unfolded them one by
one, wondering how 1t came to pass
that lovers were all so much alike.
Half q dozen-just the same number,
and much more romantic than those
the music master had written to her
daughter Lucilla. A strange idea came
into Mrs. Richmond's mind, She dared
not oppose her husband by a look or a
word; she never attempted such thing,
But abe was very fond Of her daueh-
ter. When she left the desk she looked
guilty and frightened, and something
In her pocket rustled rs she moved.
But she said nothing TO any one on the
subject until the dinner hour arrived,
and with II came the husband, more
angry and determined than ever, The
meal was passed In silence; then hay-
Ing adjourned 10 the parlur, Mr.. Rich
m0nd seated himself In d great arm
chair aud demanded:
The letters In voice OF thunder.
Mrs. Richmond put her hand Into her
pocket, and pulled II out again with q
look.
Those absurd letters, II you please,
my dear mA'am.'
And then the little woman fnltered:
THAT ls-I belleve-yes dear
l believe l have them,' and gave him a
pile Ofwhite envelopes, enciroled with
blue ribbon, with q hand that trembled
like an aspen leaf.
As for Lucllla, abe began TO weep as
though the end Of all things had come
at last, and felt sure that II papa should
prove cruel she should die.
six lelters-6ix. shameful pieces of
deception, Lucilla.' said tue Indignant
parent. Lam shocked that child Of
mine should practice such duplicltv
Hem! let me see. Number ono be-
llsve-June, and this Ia December,
Halt y year you have deceived US then
Lucilla. Let me see.-abl tFrOm the
trst moment he adorsd yOu,' eh2 Nom
sense. People don't fall In love In that
absurd manner. II takes years OF ac.
quatntauce and respect and attach
ment. with your smiles for his goal,
he would win both fame aud fortune,
poor as he Isl FiddlestIcks, Lucilla.
A man who has common sense would
always walt until he had q. fair com
mencement before he proposed TO any
girl. Praise OF your beauty, the loyliest
creature he ever sawl' Exaggeration,
my dear. You are not plain, but sucb
Aattery~ IL absurd. Must hear from
you or die!' Dear, dear, how absurdr
And Mr.. Richmond dropped the first
letter, and took up another. 10.
The same stuff he commented,
i hope you don't believe u word he
says. Aplain, earnest, upright sort Of
. man would never go Into such rhap.
sodles, lam sure. All now IN mum.
Der three he calls You IAN angelo he
70 romantic, upon my word. And what
Those who would forbid me to zee
you can and no fault with me but nav
poverty. Lam honest-Iam earnest In
my efforts. l an by birth gentleman
and ! love you from my soul, Do moi
lot them sell you for gold, Lucilla,'
Great heavens, what imperlinence 10
your parental s-.'-,.'
. 4 don't remember Fred's saying any.
thing ofthat kind,' said poor LucilIa.
He never knew you would object.'