Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1879-04-17

Ida" Guerdon explainej impat emily
when he had heard this sor twice.
Perhaps | am a pyrie, tbough,' she
answered with smile.
What is a pWier"
"A fire-watch, in the mo as srd form.
IA girl who delights in frea n.. shrls, pc.
troleum and other horrid ENGINES If reyo.
utionary warfare" sayil. which she
laughed with rather forced gyety.
Guerdon made no ansvrn but hoped
that time might work for .u. II thUs
befell that he remained ta months at
F., seeing Ida every dc and he wa
Just beginning to feel di nr.d by The
consciousness that his suit made no pro-
gress when unexpectedly boo received a
summons to hurry back to England on ac
count of his elder brothr .'unss As
the young son of peer, Charley turriOu
might be said to have "eynarat'ou IN
case of his brothers dcatl. bon. ne lpScd
him too well to think of tla.. au3 WIS, On
the contrary, sincerely gu"vg Al tue
news. He hastened to pa * Ii. rrlp5 and
then said good-hy to the Ewatmcs. He
found them both in the gu ,,n. looking
sad, for he had sent his $, ,aut tJ appu,,
them OF what had occnrre la especially
was pale, and there was J... g. s'gltrt
quaver in her voice as she I'd, Good.3y.
Capt. GuerdOn; we are scgg t1 lose YOU
"But shall RETURN I. piled. 81
hope my brother will recc l 'hnu
shall hasten back to | You win
still he here, will you not
Perhaps" she answer 'uWoly
"Well, but you are su t Going 600
leave E Just as the S. l"u oOson is
beginning. Let me g a.H with toe
hope that we shall meet o.,
"Perhaps, she reioin, anre Thaa,
as if to take the chill of agai,ncy Ouf
of her words, she pluc''t branch Of
May blossoms off a tree an, y.rdad # u
tie Englishman. ETA r.a. to s,0r
brother, and let it carry ..'. o.. n.,
she said. 81 have thesu, non o' Dow
erS. so you see am not qu,. nihiiii.
hucrdon took her hands, an. d an up.
proving sign from her brother drew her
to him, and kissed her on the brow. 1t
was chaSte kiss, and hope was rekindled
in his heart as he gave it.
The illness of Charlie Guerlon's brother
turned out to be a serious affair 1t last.
ed more than six weeks, and during that
time Charley was unremtting in hls at
tendance at the bedside In such spare
moments as he could snatch he wrote sev
eral times to the Koratines, and once he
received an answer from the count with a
postscript in lda's hand; tut after that he
got no more replies. Charley had never
been Il newspaper reader, and the world
| p,,,ht hn,.n oil IL.
hearing anything about it. lie sometimes
glanced at The Fieh at one Of the mill
tary papers to look for army promotions,
but into The Times he never dipped, and
thus he was kept from learning the grim
reason which prevented his Russian friend,
from writing to him. He was not iatcd to
ascertain it for long while, for when
Lord Gucrdon became convalcsccnt his
doctors ordered him off on IL yachting
cruise and Charley accompanied him. The
brothers spent two full months sailing
over the seas and receiving no news, till
at length they put in at Cadiz and landed.
1t was in this city that Lord Guerdon, pc.
ruslng batch of London papers one NOR
ming, while his brother sat at the open
window looking out listlcssIy over the wa.
tcrs Of the barber, exclaimed: Il say.
Charley didn you tell me you had a friend
called Count Koratiue?"
"IeS. What of him?" answered Char
lie, turning round with a sudden flush
why, your friend is gong to be be.
headed for an attempt to murder. Read
that"
Charlie rose, doubting whether he was
awake. He took the newspaper and with
reeling senses read the account of an at.
tempted political assassination about
which all Europe had been talking for the
last three months. An exalted parsonage
one of the halt-do2cn who hold the des-
tines of Europe in their hands-had come
to F., and had been shot at by Count
Koratine. Arrested on the spot, along
with his sister, the count was now proved
to be the head of widespread nihilist and
socialist conspiracy. His bullet had MISS
ed its aim, but, as it had killed person
who sat beside his intended victim he was
to be tried for his head, and Countess Ida
too.
81 must leave for Germany this day."
faltered Charley Guerdon as the paper
fell from his hand. He was so hoarse
that he could hardly articulate.
| MS ululHcl SuLcu 1T mn WltH COnslcT-
nation. Great heavens!" he said, lyon
don't mean to say tins girl is anything to
you, Charley?'
"She is everything to me-" was the
younger brothers answer. Two hours
later GuerdOn had left for Cadiz.
|
The trials of the Koratines had taken
place at D. and Ida had been acqut-
ted, but the count was sentenced to death.
Guerdon heard this as he journeyed, and
he reached D. on the eve of the day
appointed for the counts execution. His
first step was to repair to the central po-
lice office and inquire where Countess Ida
lived. He was informed that she was
with two servants, but that she was under
orders to leave the country on the morrow.
The Englishman fastened to the house
indicated with all the dust of travel on
him. 1t was past midnight, but Ida re.
ceived him at once, He found her writ
ing by the tireside in that dismal parlor of
her lodging.house. She was dressed in
deepest mourning, and her features,
blanched by her grief and long sojourn in
prison, were as those of statue. But
she held out her hand to Guerdon as if
nothing much had happened since they
had parted.
GIVE me no condolences" she said,
interrupting the Englishman as he opened
his mouth to speak suppose you come
to me as friend?"
Can you doubt it?' he faltered. "0h,
Ida, God knows what have suffered on
| hearing this ~
81 want you to render me service"
she said, not needing his remarks. You
are the only friend | Lave on earth now.
You must go and witness my brothers
execution; then come back and tell me
what is the last thing he did before dying.
l wanted to go myself, but they would
not let me. The execution takes place at
Z, In the prison, and you must contrive
some means of getting in.
Guerdon hesitated, but beseeching
look from Ida nerved him. "Would you
refuse me this2" she asked, sadly. "My
brother on the scaffold will make a
sign which is intended for me and on
which the whole of my life may depend.
must have somebody there to see It."
81 will go, then, F" muttered Guerdon
hoarsely.
He went and was back with Ida at the
next morning. Heaven knows what he
felt and what he locked like; his appear