Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1879-04-24
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HER BLUE-ElED BOY.

Ere thou cOulust speak tny nOtncG name,
My tiny bud, my babelet fair.
"My boy, my boy, my bue.eyed boy
Could | within thy bright eyes gaze,
Or have an hour to kiss thee in,
"Twould light up many weary days.
But thou art far away from me;
Between US oceans billOws beat.
And can but thy picture kiss,
Ny fairy rose, my babelet sweet.
As Miss Isabella SpoOner finished read
ing these verses, and proceeded to cut
them out of the paper they had graccd
with pair of scissors that, in company
with Il bunch Of keys, Lung from her gen
erous girdle, mumur Of admiration and
sympathy arose from her audience. This
audience consisted of Mrs. SpoOner, lsa'
bella's mother, a tall, thin, pale woman
with great deal of forehead-that is in
regard to helght-and very white, we'll.
shaped hands, which looked as though
they had been moulded out of lard; Mrs.
Dusenberry, a lady who looked about five
and-torty, but who, according to her own
calculations, grew young so last that her
friends confidently expected that in few
years she would be IL gnl again, with lips
so thin that they came near being no lips
at all, Lumpy brow, small, black, uneven
eyes, a nondcscript nose, and figure re.
markablc for its unoOtrusiyenesS; Capt.
Hottop, Miss Spooner's uncle. Il hale,
hearty, rather handsome man, who had
spent most of his life in sailing vessel;
Mr.. Wellington Octoper, Il young pork
merchant, called Devil. l.hsh" " by those OF
his companions who had been to the Aqua
rum, "because it came so dcyilish near
being Octopus, you know, with reddish
hair, reddish complexion. and no forehead
to speak Of; Miss Eugenia Ann Octoper,
sister of the pork merchant, Il pretty, pert
young girl, who came down to breakfast
in diamond earrings, and talked IA great
deal about style; and two or three cl'
derby men and three or four young men,
who being near nobodies, can, OF course,
only expect mere mention.
Ii was lovely day in the last week of
July, and these people were gathered to-
gether on the broad vcranda OF the Spoon
er homestead lNrs. SpoOncr took few
summer boarders for company, and, truth
to tell, they could not have been in a
peasanter place. The house, substantial
Iy built of gray stone and draped with
beautiful wisturaS that climbed TO the
very roof, faced the Delaware River, and
the glcam OF the water through the branch
cs of the catalpa trees that stood Just
outside the garden gate, laden with snowy
flowers among which the bees were having
Il rare riot, was a pleasant sight to see.
Miss Isabella Spooner, the real mistres,
of the homestcad-her mothers extreme
lassitudc rendering her only the nominal
one-was comfortable, sentimental old
maid with an obtruSlve figure lin which
respect She formed great contrast to hcl
friend Mrs. Dusenbcrryl, light, very light
blue eyes. and Il snubnosc She wore her
hair brushed back from her tOrchcad-a
forehead much like her mamma sand
falling in curly crop on the back of her
neck. In evening dress these Curls were
always tied with bit OF bright ribbon,
which impaired to them quite juvenile
appearance and charm.
Miss Isabella dotted on poetry, and look.
cd upon all rhymcrs us "hcavcnbOrn.
In fact. she had an intense respect for and
admiration of all persons connected with
literature, and was won't to say, Gould
have been pen gifted would have asked
no other boom.
How very sweet" said Mrs. Dusen.
berry, in soft, too soft voice, as Miss
Spooner, after reading the verses quoted
above, took her scissors in hand. They
remind me of some lines | introduced in
my first letter to Prof. GAM at the time
became so interested IN the habits of the
birds of North America. lie said after.
ward, by.the-by, that the brightness Of
that letter absolutely dazzled him. Mrs
Duscnberry pridcd herself on her letter.
writing, and, anxious that her talent
should not be "hid under bushel, v
wrote on the subject which she thought
would be most interesting to him, with q
hint as to the impression he had made Oh
her susceptible heart, to every man witt
whom she came in contact, as soon as
possible after forminghis acquaintance.
And when do you expect her, Isabella?
asked Mrs. Spooncr, lifting her hands, o.
which she was very proud, from her lap
to regard them more closely and then list
lessly dropping them again.
This afternoon, toward evening" an
swered Miss Spooner, taking letter from
her pocket and referring to it. "Sht
writes: Il hope to arrive just as the sur
is beginning to drown in your beautiful
river, and the evening star peeps forth as
bright-as bright, alas as the eyes of my
blue.eyed boy.
"How very sweet" said Mrs. Dusen
berry, at reminds me of Il note | receiv
ed the other day from DR.. Drake, in an
swer to one sent him begging him for a
copy of his lecture on the "lluman Skele
ton.
swell, | should say she was righ
smart. Yes-s," said the young pork mcr
chant, in nasal voice. Them verses
sounded very pretty. don't read any
thing in the newspapers but the lard quo
tations and hog market reports myself
but know good po'try when | hear it
And yon read 6rst.rate, Miss Spooner, yor
do. Yes-s."
at was nice" said his sister; "but ne
better than friend of mine can do. She
can write PONIES by the hour, but she don
print none. She don't need to, cause hel
pa S rich. She on'y does it for fun"
"Well, I'm blessed" here broke in
Capt. Hottop, dropping his feet with q
bang from the chair top on which they had
been elevated, "if | wouldn I like to know
what this is all about. Who is she? And
who's the blue-eyed boy?'
"Why, bless me! you've just come, and
you don't know, do you, uncle?" said
Miss Spooner. putting the "pome" away
in her pocket-boOk, and leaning back IL
her chair the better to meet the eyes Of
the Captain. "She's Mrs. Montgomery
Montague, charming young widow, and
the blue-eyed'boy is her only child
lovely babe"
"Babelet" corrected Mrs. Dusenbeny
at the same time playfully Ticking the
cheek OF youth at her side, one of the
aforementioned, who in his interest il
Miss Spooner's story had neglected to fan
the rival Of Nine. De Sevigne, after hay
ing been captured and detailed for that
duty only FIVE minutes before.
"And when her husband died, " contin
ued the fair Isabella" the was heyoungei
son of an aristocratic English family, one
of the very highest-intimate with the
Queen-and he ran away to this country
on lark, and his folks disowned him be
cause they thought he married below him
though I've no doubt she was much toe
good for him, and he treated her shock
ingly). his father sent for the boy, ant
tore him from his weeping mother arms
"And rocked not hear or prayer, quo
ted Mrs. Dusenberry.
"But why did she let them take himp'
shouted the Captain. by heavens! the