The Monitor. [volume] (Woodstown, N.J.) 1884-1892, 1885-01-16
LIEY'S LOVERS.

denial would have suf1iced to drive the lit
tie creature discouraged from her fathers
presence but so great was his anger that
even this explosive monosyllable was not
enough to express his excitement.
you will not go near the Wyldes, if
Kate Wylde sends for you every hour in
the day. Not that / care for them but
you meet Launt Winslow there, 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 childlike
face which quoted his excitement.
Il did not say that you cared anything
about him, but | have heard. 1t is
enough that | say you cannot go y alb
ruptly.
Lily silently left the room, a submissive
little figure in a lilac dress, so delicate and
frail a little figure, that the mans heart
smote him as he looked after it.
1t was only two years since Lily's mother
had died, and she was exceedingly like her
mother.
"You can go anywhere else, Lily" he
called after her more kindly.
Lily went back to the parlor. and tried
bravely to continue her practicin9 but
after a few minutes, the small fingers fall
tered from their task, and the fair head
dropped upon the folded arm, while the
great tears, brayely kept back so long,
splashed upon the piano keys.
Peter Boscobel would have stoutly de-
MED that he did not love his daughter but
since his love seemed neNe to temper his
sternness, what did it matter to that tender
spirit that she was secretly his idol9
Unfortunately, his was one of those ex-
ceptional natures which do not know how
to show love. His child, who was his heir
ess and the object of his life's ambition,
starved and persisted daily for a realization
of affection.
Never in her life, she remembered, had
her father bestowed upon her a caress. No
other want was lett unsatisfied every ac-
complishment was bestowed upon her.
She lived in luxury but, so exacting his
nature, so stern his manner, this man had
ever extended a slavery of force over the
sole daughter of his house and heart.
But that he was her father, and, appar-
emily, the sole arbiter of her fate, she
would never nave 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 for now-though, in her lonliness,
she had longed for the visit to the pleas
ant Wyldes but that she had been treated
as a rebel, and her innocent request met
with a 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 Kate Wylde's cousin-had been
brought up witt, her. He was Colonel
Wylde's favorlte nephew. He was a gem
tleman. She was sure, in girlish phraseol-
ogy, tina he was 'nice." What gentle
ways he had what a mellow voice to sing
with
What a responsive thrill Hates hearty de-
light 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 I. She had never dreamed of
such a 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 be-
cause Launt Winslow was there? She was
fain to deny it, but the sudden voice Of
her heart held her s~pellbound and in maid
emily fear.
Poor, lonely little Lily This experience
had found her out very early.
She was but seventeen and modesty it
self. 1t was not in her to arrogate to her
self any Importance as Peter Boscobel's
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 21, a man of the world, and, uncon-
sciously, her hero.
She did not dream that he had openly
expressed his admiration for her, and that
it had reached her fathers ears.
But, to do Launt Winslow justice, he
did not care a fig for her fathers money.
Pretty little Lily was his ideal of what a
ought to be, and his pleasure in her
was involuntary.
Lily came nc 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 a son of Jack
Winslow's." he determined to see Lily and
let her know how much he thought of her.
poor, pretty little thing! lie doesn't
use her half deeently. She's afraid of him
as if he were a bear. | don't know him,
Int Two always heard from my father that