Daily Republican., 1885-01-31
A TRUE LOVE STORY,
BY CLYDE RAYMOND.

Lucille, say no more. He Is no fit
match for you, and that Is reason
enough. ! Am aston ished. amazed that
you, my daughter, should think of
marrying 30 far beneath you. Go,
say. and inform your presumptuous
lover that will never give my consent
to such piece Of folly. And If you
marry without 1t, ! wish you to under
stand once for all, that you are no
longer child of mine, and that you
will never receive one penny's
worth of aid from me II you are starv-
ing"
And the naughty old colonel brought
his hand down heavily upon the library |
table, while his blue eyes flashed fire
and his usually ruddy cheeks grew pale
with angry excitement.
Lucille Aldridpe, hts daughter, al
slight, graceful girl with dark hair and
| eyes, and sweet, interesting face,
which was always rather pale, but now
was absolutely colorless, stood silent
and trembling before him.
| Not from fear, however. There was
too much of her father spirit In her for
that. But she was true and loving
daughter, with q deep, strong vein of
| religion in her loyal nature which
| made possible any sacrifice of self when
her own des Tres confiictsd with what
she deemed her duty. And just now
the path of duty seemed very clear to
her, and hard and bitter one 1t look
ed, indeed. "
y.ur wishes, father," she replied, sadly,
her dark eyes full of trouble and de-
spair ;"but | will marry no one but
arthur M gent If live q hundred
years You have nothing To say
against him save that he Is poor and
comparatively unknown. | can wait
until that objection passes away, for he
will ,et make name for himself that
you will be- proud Of
And, with an air OF gentle dignity
and determination she turned and
auitted the room, going directly to her
lover, who WAS impatiently pacing ny
and down the long, magnificent draw.
ing room, awaiting her appearance:
"What does he say, Lucille ?" he
questioned eagerly, meeting her at the
threshold AZ she entered, and taking
her hands in his, while his whole hear
seemed 10 shine from the depths OF hi
beautiful grays eyes AZ he looked dow
upon hsr.
But one glanc, at her pale, hopeless
face answered the question.
"Ah, see !" he exclaln.eL N q ton
OF bitter disapp ointment you hav
met with 10 better success than l."
mo, Arthur" she answered sad y
"tuere 10 no hope of his r-lenting, a
least until you have won the fame AM
fortune that you aud both believe in
~ But" with sigh and sorrowful littl
80 smile, " that will be 30 long"
~ Not If could always have you b.
my eide, dearest" was his quick an
passionate repy. "Oh. LUCILLE b
" went on, plesdingly, will you nc
n come TO me now, despite your father
a cruel and unreasonable decision ?Whs
", right has he 10 interpose his heartle,
~ edict between us-to separate us nov
-. when YOU love and companionshi
~ would be- the grandost inspiration
urge me OH in winning the wealt
which he deems more important tina
true love and happiness? Oh. Lucii
my love, how can you bid me leave yo
o thus for years, perhaps forever
Oh my wife how, darling, and let US begi
er lie together, poor II need be, b
happy still in each others society al
love-
His whole countenance-ano mob
t and handsome, though delicate one
an was-was lit up with the eioquonce
lot his hearts strong passion, and TO me
giil., loving him rs did Lucille, b
pleading would have proved irresis
Bile But she shook her head decided
ay before he WAS half through his imps
stoned appeal, though tears had Vat
ho- Q ed tnickly in her soft, dark eyes.
be- 9 No, Arthur" she answered, wi
MT gentle frmness. 1t is not that ca
zen Tor pov.rty-I would gladly sndu
of that Tor your sake. But l cannot
wiiiiuiy disob. y my father and Inc
his everlasting dirpleasure. No tr
bapp,ness ever comes of such couri
for ana We can wait, dear. We must wa
aud have faith that everything W
AL come right III time. III your woI
wherever you may be, you Will 81
have the assurance Of my unchangi
love. and let that be- your inspirati
ea until fate permits US to meet again.
E And Arthur Nugent was forced
accept her decision, and went fort
alone, TO work for the goal that N
and 20 ere no could hope to win
hand of the woman he loved 30
y Yotedly.
Yes, send TOR Arthur, Lucille, an,
want you to harry him as soon AZ p
ci. sible after | am gone. | am sorry NJ
lOT tue way opoiie ycAA A~PPA
his, my girl. l wish had let you ha
, on, your own way but 1t isn't too late y
i. Of Send for him, Lucille, and tell him
TO sorry"
mes Old Colonel Aldridge was ON }
THIS death bed. A terrible accident had
.at. fallen him, and now, in the last soleu
edi. hour of his life, he realized, ~ new
DY, before, the sorrow which his pride a
ron: selfishness had melted out to the lovi
OF daughter who had borne it all
,on. sweetly and patiently for five 10
und years.
ven After he was dead and laid to r.
1er- Lucille lost no time In fulfilling
and dying wish. She knew whore TO sen
at and, fast as steam could bring hi
Arthur hastened Monochrome to clai
rae the hand of the girl for whom he b
>ew worked and waited. almost hopeless
zen. all these years.
his Lucille awaited his arrival with
n TO heart 80 light that she felt aim'
his wicked, and chided herself hundr
AN, ns times day for daring 10 be 30 hap
own when her poor father WAS scarcely ot
in his grave. But she could not help
the "Arthur is coming! Arthur
rihs com 81" sang her glad heart from
any instant her eyes opened to the da'
and until they closed in sleep at night,
ties, And when he came-ah the neS
ion. papers had told ber Of his rising fai