Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1879-08-07
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THAT UNLUCKY QUOTATION.

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picture on a painted tile, as they sat OIL
the porch in the vivid afternoon light
The cottage itself was as trim and com
plcte as toy house; its color was sof
gray. The late sunshine was goldenl,
clear, and all tho green world was shining
fresh from a shower. Auntlc Trib was sit
ting in bright red rocking-chair, ant
her pretty old face was as pink and whit,
as a bunch Of rcses and as for Sallie her
self-well, ask any critic in Rockdale
from the oldest inhabitant down to tho
tiniest toddler, and you will hear more
enthusiastic comment than any which
can supply. Rockdale is n neat little
New England village, far away out of the
world, in rocky, hilly-and-daley dis
trct, where the direct descendants of the
Puritans still hold their sway.
Auntie Trib's son, Free Grace Hill
called Free" for short-made his name
good at any early age by snatching his
liberty and marching away ito town
never mind what town; we can call it
l., He verified his mothers title at
the same time, for she became indeed in
embodiment of tribulation; but Free dis.
appointed her agreeaDly, for he found a
good situation, and worked in it faithfully
and steadily. He was now a never-failing
source of pride and delight when on his
brief visits he dazzlcd Rockdale with his
"tOwn-made" garments, his dainty mus.
tache and general air Of style"
He la ct rricit bnuatnr rrnua1 1n nn,ol
in the history OF Rosedale, and also in the
history of his fair little cousin Sallic. Ee
brought with him an older friend, en-
ployed in the same house with himself,
but in a more advanced position. This
parsonage, whom he designated as Jack
Arnold, Immediately sent poor Free into
the shade, and cast him down from the
pinnacle of fame which he had mounted
at the cost of many pair of highly pol
ishcd boots and much studied elegance.
will not attempt to describe the effect
which young Arnold produced upon the
"simplG village maidens." Every pretty
vile which had formerly been directed
toward the fortunate son OF Auntie Trib
was now leveled at his friend, with force
and energy that produced the effect of a
bombardment. Ere long, however, it was
discovered that the newcomer was proof
against every species of attack. Not that
he was invulnerable-far from 1t. The
truth was that he had fallen under the
very first shot. He had not been beneath
Auntle Tribs roof twenty-four hours be.
fore he had succumbed unConditionally to
the force of Sallie's charms. The little
Puritan maiden, with her cameo face and
her steadfast gray eyes, stole at once into
his heart-an honest heart, for there is no
villain in this unpretending tale-and
from heneeforth he was her liege knight
for life. 1t was not by passionate plead
ing and great deeds that he undertook to
win her for his own; no, the task was but
easy, after all. He was fair, good.humor-
ed, tall and handsome; Free said he was
n capital fellow, and Sallie had great faith
in Free; he was devoted and unreserved
in expressing his affection: what more
could a maiden ask? Before his vacation
was over he had bravely made known his
love, and was shylv but readily accepted;
and when he and Free left Rockdale they
bade tender farewell to a happy little
damsel with ring upon her finger.
All this did not happen long ago, but
in this very year of 1879. Rockdale was
nestled away far and deep among the
hills; it was not very near the town OF D,
and l. itself was not a great city.
How should Rockdale know what was
agitating the world beyond? By news
papers, OF course; but women do not often
read the newspapers carefully, and the
two women OF this narrative seldom looked
into them. Especially ana they, in their
Puritanic rlgor, neglect the amusement
columns. After all, why read OF operas,
plays or concerts that one does not see or
hearr When anything was, gong on
IN Rockdale itself, all the village was on
the alert; but no one cared what the fash
ionable folks stared at through their opera
glasses in the great cities, So this year,
when I'll. M. ), Pinafore, sailed Jauntlly
with colors flying, into. American waters,
many of the inhabitants OF Rockdale reck-
ed not OF it, and this simple fact brought
CONSERVATION to the house OF Hill. The
'saucy ship found its way to L--, an
chored there long enough to set few en-.
thuslasts to singing Little Buttercup"
and "The Merry Maiden and the Tar
incorrectly, of course,) and not finding
quite so warm a welcome as in some Of
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