THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 95 
scroll and gold violently plucked from 
her. Poor, attached maiden, she, too, 
had been strictly watched. The letter 
was taken to the angry father, care¬ 
fully and treacherously opened and 
read, and the gold distributed among 
his bribed emissaries. 
« Woe, woe, is me! That letter told 
all, all save the rightful name of the 
lover. It was signed Lionel Mal- 
travers. It indicated the midnight 
hour, and the very spot in this enclo¬ 
sure where they were to meet. It 
spoke of trusty adherents, and of two 
mighty coursers, fleet as the thoughts 
of love. And the gold was to have 
opened the doors. They were too 
