Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1879-05-15
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| 4hl' Jo' DCChlcy steppcu OuJ on tnc am
pie porch of the Agricultural Club. He
looked forth with disgust upon the dense
fog in which London was envclopcd, and
then gazed with delight upon ticket for
Calais which he held in his hand.
Mr. Jo. Beckley had an exceedingly ri.
lal air. Large and brawny and grizzled,
his JOINTS all clumsily developed, he look.
ed like backwOodsman. Being bache.
lor, also, his toilet lacked that adjustment
which wlfely touch orsuggestion imparts,
and intensified his rural air.
But that Mr.. Beckley possessed inteli.
gence was proven by his wile-awake air,
and by the fact that he had brought no
baggage to Europe, except the little
satchel now depending by a strap from his
shoulder
The Honorable Felix Plimpot. NJ. p,
stepped out on the porch with him.
"BOn rOydgc, Mr.. Beckley. When you
get back to America, pray forward us your
articles IN the Spade anil Hoe, whenever
they appear.
Goodbye, Mr.. Pimpot The best time
I've had in England had on your de
monse, sir; and when the land question
comes up in Parliament again, hope you
will send me copy of your speech. -
with pleasure, sir
The two shook hands heartily, and Mr..
Jo. Beckley departed.
Ere he had gone half block a seedy
gentleman in gray approached, and slap
ped him familiarly on the shoulder.
How do ye do, Barry? When did ye
get III from Plovcrton?"
You are mistaken in your man, sir"
said Mr.. Beckley.
What! Amt this Barry Baxter?"
"No, sir. My name is Backlcy."
81 beg pardon. mistook you for Bax-
ter-sane build, same whlskers. Where
are you from, sir?"
81 am an American"
Possible! | have a brother in America. |
What part are you from?"
Near Springfield, Massachusetts. "
"Ah, yes; my brother has stherc. |
Stopping in town with your family, sir?" |
with my family" replied Joe Beck
ley, sly twinkle creeping into his eyes.
"Yes. Ny wife and the twins are |
staying at the Merry-go Inn."
"Ah? Well, sir you see my brother
when you go back, please give him my
love"
And the seedy man in gray walked
away.
Mr.. Beckley looked after him in some
surprise, then turned and went on.
Half II block beyond voice hailed him.
Cab, sir?"
mo, I'll walk" replied Mr.. Beckley.
The cabman dashed on, and just as Mr..
Beckley turned back his head, some
body stumbled out of the fog against
him. 1t was tall, spare man, in clerical
yalb and necktie, with IL sanctimonious
air.
PRAY. excuse me-" he exclaimed.
What! is this Mr.. Bcckley? 1t certain
y is? How do you do, sir? How do you
And the spare man shook hands cor
lially with him.
"Really, you have the better of me-"
aid Mr.. 10 Beckloy perplcxed. 81 don't
'ecolect your name"
"Cowpcr, sir, Cowper! We met in
Massachusetts some months ago you re-
member"
"Oh, did we? Where was it?-at the
horticultural meeting?" Inquired Mr..
3eckley.
He could have sworn he never met the
nan before.
"Yes, that was the time. How is Mrs.
}eckley, sir? and how are the twins get
ing on? should like to see them all.
Are they in London?"
A light broke over Mr.. Beckley's face.
MI uncertainty vanished
They are with me, Cowper, at the
'lerry-Go lnn," he said.
"Ah! glad to hear 1t. You are going
hat way? ! shall be pleased to accom-.
ANY you. When did you come over?"
Last month, responded Mr.. Beckley.
And the two walked on, apparently full
t good feeling. l.
81 am proud to welcome you to our |
ountry. And what do you think of
lengland, Mr.. Beckley?" Y
"Well. think it is superior to America
a some respects, but | wouldn't care to t
We in England You are well organized Il
ere, while America is still crude; but af- $
,r all, you have a great many poor peo- c
lie, while we have almost none. What u
usiness are you in, CowperP" 7
otock-rinSlng. am Just testing n
leory Of my own. I've learned in what p
cattle will iatten fastest, and o
ave built sheds, so as to keep them in
nat temperature all the year round.
lon know how twill operate. I'm in
,wn now to sell some cattle. BY the
ay, that reminds me-where are weP 9,
b. this is No. I'LL. l have an erand a
No. l,l23. | took lottery ticket. on a ~ o.
ebt, and they say its a prize number. II
d like to step in and see if it's good for d
nything. Here we are now; just drop in Fl
18th me. Mr.. Beckley, h
mo, thank YOU" said Mr.. Joe Beckley. O
"Oh, yes, just minute; then I'll go on A
18th you" tt
"Very we'll" ft
"It's up stairs see. Come on, SIR" d
Mr.. Joe Beckley followed him up three Il
lights of stairs to little front office, b
here a clerk stood busily writing at his a
esk, behind long counter. CT
Good morning. Is this the Office Of T
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