River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1885-01-15
LILY'S LOVERS.
"Nol" murdered a mans voice.

She was fragile and timid, with long
dashed blue eyes and soft, curling, pale
brown hair. Very much less of vehe-
ment denial would have sufficed to drive
the little creature discouraged from her
fathers presence; but so great was his
anger that even this explosive monosyl-
liable was not enough to express his ex-
element.
"You will not go near the Wyldes, if
Kate Wylde sends for you every hour in
the day Not that I care for them; but
you meet Launt Winslow there, and
and have other plans for you. Don't
deny it cycling sharply the wide blue
eyes. quickly appraised.
Deny it, father? Why should II"
Peter Boscobel frowned and stopped
There was something in the fair child
like face which quoted his excitement.
Ibid not say'that you cared anything
about him, but 1 have heard-.It is
enough chat I say you cannot go!" alb
ruptly.
Lily silently left the room, a submits
sive little figure in lilac dress, 50 del
icate and frail little figure, that the
mans heart smote him as he looked af-
fer it.
1t was only two years since Lily's
mother had died, and she was exceed
inglv like her mother.
"You can go anywhere else, Lily" he
called more kindly.
Lily went back to the parlor, and
tried bravely to continue her practic-
ing; but after few minutes, the small
fingers faltered from their task, and the
fair head dropped upon the folded arm,
while the great tears, bravely kept back
so long, splashed upon the piano keys.
Peter Boscobel would have stoutly
denied that he did not love his daugh
ter; but since his love seemed never to
temper his sternness, what did it mat
ter to that tender spirit that she was Sc
cretly his idol?
Unfortunately, his was one of those
exceptional natures which do not know
how to show love. His child, who was
his heiress and the object of his life's
ambition, starved and persisted daily
for realization of affection.
Never in her life, she remembered
had her father bestowed upon her a
caress. No other want was left I'M
satisfied every accomplishment was
bestowed upon her. She lived in lux
ury; but, so exacting his nature, so
stern his manner, this man had ever
extended slavery of force over the sole
daughter of his house and heart.
But that he was her father, and, APP
parently, the sole arbiter of her fate,
she would never have spoken to him.
SO many, many times, when he did
not dream of it, he had nearly broken
her heart.
1t was not her disappointment she
was crying over now-though, in her
loneliness, she had longed for visit to
the pleasant Wyldes-but that she had
been treated as rebel, and her inno-
cent request met with harshness
which she felt had no cause.
But by and by her tears dried with a
secondary thought-Launt Winslow.
Why should her father care that she
did meet him there?
He was Fate Wylde's cousin-had
been brought up with her. He was
Colonel Wylde's favorite nephew. He
was gentleman. She was sure, in girl
ish phraseology, that he was nice"
What gentle ways he had! What a
mellow voice to sing with
What responsive thrill Hates hear
ty delight that he was not going to
Florida for the winter had awakened in
her heart.
All at once her fathers meaning came
to her. The scarlet blood surged to
her temples, and she caught her breath.
Handsome Launt Winslow choose her
for a sweetheart! She had never dreamed
OF such thing.
But now she started up nervously,
and began wandering restlessly about
the room, touching things absently and
aimlessly, the young cheek flushing and
paling by turns.
Had she cared to go to the Wyldes
because Launt Winslow was there? She
was fain to deny it, but the sudden voice
of her heart held her spellbound and in
maidenly fear.
Poor, lonely little Lily! This exper
fence had found her out very early.
She was but seventeen, and mOdesty
itself. 1t was not in her to arrogate to
herself any Importance as Peter Boco-
bells heiress; and she did not know how
lovely she was with her forget-me-not
eyes and simple sweetness.
Launt Winslow was no youngster,
but, at twenty seven, man of the world
and, unconsciously, her hero.
She did not dream that he had open
ly expressed his admiration for her, and
that it had reached her fathers ears.
But, to Launt Window justice, he did
not care fig for her fathers money.
Pretty little Lilly was his ideal of what
a woman ought to be, and his pleasure
in her was involuntary.
Lily came no more to the Wyldes,
and he was annoyed, And, having his
little idiosyncrasies of character, and
accidently learning that Peter Boscobel
had said that his daughter wasn't for
son of Jack Winslow's," he determined
to see Lily, and let her know how much
he thought of her.
poor, pretty little thing He
doesn't use her half deeently. She's as
afraid of him as if he were bear. L
don't know him, but I've always heard
from my father that Boscobel was al
ways a savage. There was some pro-
motion in military affairs when both
were in the army which made my faith
err and hers rivals, and Boscobel would
never give my father his title OF cap
tain, and hated him as long as he
lived"
This Launt Winslow confded to his
cousin Kate.
But Lily continued invisible.
Meeting Captain 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 gish to go out. Lily, go
in the carriage. / 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 the carriage, as her father IN
structed and so it CHANGED that Launt
Winslow saw the sweet pale face once,
twice, thrice, among the purple cush-
i3ns of the Boscobel barouche, and
from the sidewalk lifted his hat.
Each time the ewes of the two met