The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-12-25

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lie came TO the side OF the barouche,
md stood there, with his hat in his
hand and his foot upon the step.
Pardon me, but I have not spoken
to you for so long. | have learned q
bad habit Of lingering near here late
ly," with a faint smile, From the
street have seen the light shine out
from your chamber every night for q
week.
He paused. To Lily his voice was
sweetest music. Between thinking of
this and wondering what he would
think of her situation there, she was
nearly distracted, But Launt Winslow
went on quietly talking,
81 saw you come out tonight and
come in here. You are cold" alb
ruptly, for Lucy was Shivering.
In a moment he had pulled off his
fur-lincd coat and wrapped it around
her carefully, in spite of her protests,
Indeed, she was not so cold in he, blue
velvet dress as she was agtated.
81 fear you are afraid of me. Dear
child, why should you be? / love you,
Lily!" he said tenderly.
Then Lily began to cry
Poor little thing | meant to make
you happy" he said, standing there
quietly,
But from Lily's sobbing breath he
certainly could not guess how very
happy his mere presence made her:
and the reason he evinced no surprise
at the very singular fact of young
lady sitting alone in n lonesome coach
house, in her fathers carriage, on
cold November evening, was because
he had long observed Lord Luther's
gongs and comngs-and when he saw
the little figure flying out of the house,
directly after that gcntleman's admit
lance, he guessed somewhat at the
truth, and determined to strike while
the iron was hot. If Lily would not
listen to Lord Luther, perhaps she
would listen to him.
"Your father diSlikeS me, Lily, but I
don't know why. A mere matter of
star or button, | think, in my fathers
day. Surely am not to blame. am
an honest man. | have something of
wealth and position, and love you
dearly Surely you donot dislike me,
Lily?"
A little white hand stole out from
under the ovcrcoat and was received in
his; and then Launt Winslow went on
more hopefully with his love-making.
And the clock struck eight, and
nine, and ten, while they talked, ex-
changing mutual condolences so sweet
" that the moments flew, Lily's silvery
syllableS, and even musical laugh, at
last mingling with his own eager and
earnest utteranceS.
The time flew with them; but not so
with Peter BoScobcl.
He came in directly after Lord Luth-
er, and found the latter alone
Then the search for Lily commenced.
All through the rich rooms, at the
next door, over the way. Lily could
not be found in the neighborhood.
Long before, Lord Luther had de-
parted, much offended.
As the time passed, Peter Boscobel |
grew distracted. Lily's absence spoke
rs never her presence had done. He |
lad been cruel; he had driven his child |
away.
1t was past eleventh was nearly
he was walking the |
loor of the long drawing-room like
crazy man.
Meanwhile, Launt Winslow has Just
said:
Il suppose that swell has gone, Lily.
should be happy to pace here, like a
all night, and watch over |
our slumberS, ii you wish to sleep on /
hose cushions under my overcoat; but
am afraid you will take cold; and !
'ou will have to face your father some
ime."
You will take cold. How selfish
mn! said Lily, descending from tho :
'arouche and trying to restore Tie !,
garment to him.
But the result was that she only |
rot claspcd to his breast for one sweet
Instant.
Then he tucked her little hand under
lis arm, and marched in to her father.
Il have brought Lily back. We !
re engaged TO be married. And |
hall not allow you to scold her too
much for running away from Lord
luther Lawton Langley he said
'oldly.
The man of iron, who had never
bent, was broken.
"Don run away from your father
again, Lily,' he said, "You may marry
whom you please
That was five years ago Lily rides
in that carriage to-day, with her hus-
band and two darling children,
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