The Mineral argus., 1885-02-19
LILY'S LOVERS

NO" Numbered mans voice.
Pretty Lily Boscobel looked fright
eued.
She was fragile and timid. with long
dashed blue eyes and soft, curling. pale
brown hair. Very much less Of vehe-
mcnt denial would have sufiiced to drive
the little creature discouraged from her
fathers presence; bat so great was his
anger that even this explosive monosyl-
table was not enough to express his ex-
citement.
You will not g. near the Wyldes, il
Kate Wyldc sends for you every hour in
the day. Not that care for them; but
you meet Launt Winslow there, and
and have other plans for you. Don't
deny it!" cycling sharply the vide blue
eyes, quickly appraised.
"Deny il. 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 I have heard--.It is
enough that I say you cannot CO." abb
ruptly.
Lily silently left the room. submits
sive little figure in lilac dress, so del
icate and frail little figure, that the
mans heart smote him - he looked A.
fer it.
1t was only two years since Lily's
mother had died. and she Was exceed.
ingly like her mother.
"You can go anywhere else, Lily" he
called more kindly.
Lily went back TO the parlor, and
tried bravely 10 continue her practic.
ing; bot after . few minutes, the small
Angers faltered from their task, and the
fur head dropped upon the folded arm,
lille the great tears, bravely kept back
40 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 IL mat
ter to that tender spirit that she was 50
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 LIES
ambition, starved and perished daily
for a realization Of affection.
Never in her life, she remembered,
had her father bestowed upon her .
caress. No other want was left un.
satistied: every accomplishment was
bestowed upon her. She lived in lux
ury; but, 80 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, ap-
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.
II 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
lien treated as a rebel, and her inno-
cent reques. 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 Wyldes favorite nephew. He
was "a gentleman. She was sure, in girl
ISL phraseology, that he was mice. !"
What gentle ways he had! What a
mellow voice to sing with!
What a responsive thrill Hates hear
tv 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 sdrgcd to
her temples. and she caught her breath.
Handsome Launt Winslow choose her
for sweetheart! She had never dreamed
OF such q thing.
But now she started up nervously
and began wandering restIessly about
the room, touching things absently and
aimlessly, the young cheek flushing and
Ealing by turns.
Had she cared to go 10 the Wyldes
u ause Launt Winslow was there? She
: fain to deny it, but the sudden vOic,
OF her heart held her spellbOund and II
~ denly fear.
Poor, lonely little Lily! This cxper
len &c had found her out very early.
She was but seventeen. and modest!
itself. II was not in her to arrogate Il
herself any importance as Peter Boco
bells heiress; and she did not know how
lovely she was with her forget-me- no