Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1884-11-26

Lilly came no more to the Wy1des,
and he was annoyed. And, having his
little idiosyncrasies of character, and
accidentally learning that Peter Bosco-
bel had said that his daughter wasn't
for son of Jack Winslow's," he deter
mined to see Lily, and let her know
how much he thought of her.
"Poor, pretty little thing He doesn't
use her half decently. She's as afraid
of him as if he were bear. don't know
him, but I've always heard from my
father that Boscobel was always saw
age. There was some promotion in
military affairs when both were in the
army which made my father and hers
rivals, and Boscobel would never give
my father his title of captain, and he
hated him as long as he lived"
This Launt Winslow confded to his
cousin Kate.
But Lily continued invisible.
Meeting Capt. Jack Winslow's son in
the street one day, and taking covert
cognizance of his feet and inches, Peter
Boscobel's dislike to the handsome
young man grew stronger than ever,
and he went home and shortened Lily s
chain by link or two.
"When you wish to go out, Lilly, go
in the carriage. I don't like to see
young girls strolling about the CITY,"
But Lilly did not go out enough for
her own good. When she did she went
in thescarriage, as her father instructed
and SO it CHANGED that Launt Winslow
saw the sweet pale face once, twice,
thrice, among the purple cushions of
the Boscobel barcuche, and from the
sidewalk lifted his hat.
Each time the eyes of the two met
the blue ones, startled, sweet; the
hazel ones, eloquent, steady.
Launt Winslow meant now, If it
could be done, to win Lily Boscobel.
Her father did not guess the resolve
in the heart of the young man, but was
planning against him none the less
steadily.
He did not want to part with Lilly,
but he had a weakness for rank, and for
the first time in his life he dined with a
nobleman.
And Lord Luther Lawton Langley
had said: II have seen your daughter.
A lovely young lady, Mr.. Boscobel.
Pray give me an introduction"
Plain Peter Boscobel was fattered as
many more superficial man had been,
and secretly began to make plans for
Lilly.
She was pretty and accomplished,
and he was rich. Why should she not
marry this nobleman, who was seeking
for wife, people said?
So he brought Lord Luther home to
dine one day, and Lilly was exquisite in
dinner dress of wine dark velvet and
still as nun, but none the less lovely
for that.
Lord Luther was honestly charmed ;
especially when, at her fathers request,
she played and sang for him. Bnt Lily
went to her chamber after he had gone
and secretly whispered to herself that
he was horrid.
She didn't like his watery-blue eyes
and broad smile; and his hot breath
upon her cheek, when he turned her
music, made her shudder.
No, the truth was that Lord Luther
was not so bad, as lords go, but her
heart was all gwen to Ter little dream
of Launt Winslow, and she wanted none
of him.
The less often she saw Launt, the
more she thought of him, and the
warmer and sweeter were her thoughts.
Well, Lord Luther came again and
again, and yet again to the Boscobel
mansion, and, it turned out, asked
Peters permission to pay his addresses
to his daughter, for Lily's father said ::
lord Luther comes this evening to
see you. If he asks you to marry him
you will consent"
Such a wild, white face as the child
turned upon him!
But Peter Boscobel was lighting CT
gar, ana Sid not see it before it dropped
again.
When his cigar was lighted to his sat-
isfaction, he went out.
81 cannot! I cannot! I cannot!"
cried Lilly.
It was already o'clock then, and the
short November day nearly done.
Pretty soon a servant came into the
drawing room to light the gas, and in
five minutes more the bell rang. Then
hearing the dreaded voice asking for
her, Lily started up and ran out of the
house.
Bare-headed, she ran across the
broad flags of the yard, and then, chill
ed by the sharp night air, darted into a
great carriage house, where were ranged
the Boscobel coupe, the barouche in
which she drove and her fathers Stan
hope, besides various other vehicles.
In twinklng she lad leaped into
the barouche and covered down in
corner upon the velvet cushion, painting
and Lis tening.
Poor Lily of course she had behaved
In very panic-stricken and unreason-
ing menner, but it did not take much
reasoning to assure her that she did not
want Lord Luther, with his fishy eyes
and broad smile, to make love to her.
Lily could bear great deal but she
could not bear that.
So she sat painting and listening, with
burning cheeks and a beating heart,
when she heard step which nearly
made her heart leap out of her mouth.
She held her breath, hoping, after an
in slant that If MIGHT bn lowry ooro;,o