The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1893-01-11

ish-she liked none Of them. She began
TO feel disgust for the grade.
"My fatherr' she said, with her whole
heart in the word; tell mo of him. He
has not forgotten me. He loves me.
He will save me from this-this"- \
sob drowned the cpithet.
"He loves you dearly" Voltaire re-
sponded.
"Lub, he still pronounced the precious
word. Ho brought his two thick lips to-
gether TO Gound the final "b" instead Of
lightly touching his upper teeth against
his lower lip and breathing out we final.
This great fact of love established,
with all its sequel by a single word
Lucy, womanlike, desired to know that
this dear new lover no longer misunder-
stood her. She must be satisfied that
she stood right in his esteem before she
could take thought of her own dangers
"You told him, she said eagerly, that
was not an unnatural daughter-only
deceived and deluded by this cruel wo-
mani"
Tears had started again as she thought
of the misery he must have suffered for
her disloyalty. But Indignation at her
mother burned them up, and ghc closed
her sentence steruly.
HE sees through it ALL" the old EN-
bassador replied.
"IIOw did he look2 Not very sad,
hope| she said.
Womanlike again, she must have the
person beforI her eyes. She must see
him, n visible being-that she could take
to her heart with infinite love and ply
and hope-before she could listen TO his
message Of comfort to her.
"IIe looked pretty old, Miss Lucy
His hairs grown gray. II oughtn't to.
He's boy still-only little better than
forty. He could make his life all over
again yet. But he looked old and set
tied down, sad He's got a'sergeant's
coat on instead of a generals; but he
looks, into his face, as if he knowd all
generals know, and n heap more"
"My dear flther!' intcrjected Lucy i'm
the midst of Voltaires description. And
she thought what a beloved task it
would be for her TO renew and restore
that ruined life.
"And now, Voltaire," she said, "can
he protect mel"
1--WE talked it all over. He didn't see
anything he could do. He said he was
too broken hearted to plan for any
body"
Poor Lucyl all her hopes thus dashed
downl She could almost hear her own
heart break.
DIT U,lt,;ra continued. ,.IJa b,l
guv"-(no Tombigbec, old boyD-"given
II all up, and was goin off feelin
mighty low--mighty low, | tell you.
Miss Lucy. started of for the woods
and sot down, lool,in for n squerril hole
to git into and die like fourlegs. Jess
then, jess before I'd found my dyin bed,
! heerd somebody screech, 'Voltaire,
Voltairer like mad. Fust thought
twas the holy angels. Then | thought
praps twas the black debbls prowlin.
| looked around the woods pretty
sleered, and heered chestnuts drap.
Then come the yell again, and your ia.
ther lighted right down ON me and
| dragged me back like go-cart, Ididn't
know what vas comm, but he yanked
me up the bank to the old well a-front
of Squire Van Wyck's farmhouse, and
there saw
At this point of his eager recital Vol
taire's ancient below had to pause and
draw breath.
"Sawl" cried Lucy, equally eager,
peopling this pause with great legion
of upstart hopes all in buff and blue,
fine old Continentals complete from
boots to cues, but strangers TO her, and
therefore without faces.
; "Saw Major Skerrett" gasped Vol
taire.
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