Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1879-09-11
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WHO WAS HER NEIGHBOR.

live she knew very few people. She hat
lived in city all her life, been educated
well, and came of cultivated and rather
proud family; but she was not proud il
their fashion, She had always earned hcl
own living in one way Or another, chiefly
by writing for magazines and newspa
pers. Whatever the outside world ma,
think, this is not a lucrative business, and
our friend had other people to help on in
life, so she had laid up nothing; and
after while she married poor man and
came to Dalton, a flOurishing country town,
to i've. They went to housekeeping in
an old house, small and inconvenient, but
Of pleasant outlook, and, once settled, be.
gan to look abOut them. 80, Fred! | dc
hope shall have nice neighbors," said
the little woman, as they sat at breakfast
one day.
81 don't know, Tina, how You'll like
them; of course they'll like YOU"
That's very proper of you to say,
sir, " laughed Mrs. Beardsley, "but am
more aptto like people than they are to
like me"
THIS was quite true. Justina Boards.
ley was very honest, frank, unconventiOn.
al and acute; she spoke her mind too free
ly to be always a comfortable friend. lIu-
man nature loves ilattery, and she never
tIattered; howeycp our business is with
our nelghbors.
Up the street lived the Dean family.
Mrs. Dean was handsome cool, calm
sort of woman, with three daughters, al
under IA, Her husband kept a country
store, and had made some money; her
house was very fine, with shining furni-
ture, Brussels carpets, and always strictly
curtdined, screened and blinded from sun
and air. Mrs. Dean was very good
woman, she never failed to attend every
meeting there was, ard she always went
to church, rain or shine, and took her
children to Sundayschool with the same
persistence. She WAS woman who did
her duty in these respects earnestly and
conscientiously, and never could under.
stand why every one else was not equally
faithful.
Now her new ncighborwas not strong
woman, and her work was hard. 1t ire
quently happened to her to have Il dread
ful nenralgic headache on Sunday, and
though she was accustomed in her youth
to go to church as punctiiously as the
minister himself, and had really over
worked herself IN the city mission Sunday
schools, she frequently now spent the day
of rest on her sofa, with thro6bing pangs
in her head, and a back aching in every
fiber. Nor did she send Tommy, her
little j-year-old boy, to SundNy-schoOl,
for she preferred to teach him at home.
"Have you been to see Beardsley's
wife, my dear?" said Mr.. Dean, one
morning, about three weeks after the
new neighbors made their appearance.
"No, not vet. thought should not
hurry. | do not think she is n very good
person to be intimate with. She does not
send her boy to Sabbath-school, and hand
ly ever goes TO church. do not wish to
encourage such person to visit us free
ly."
Mr.. Dean said no more. His wife's
chin was square, and her lips thin; he
really respected her rather severe good
ness. She did call on the newcomer;
was little horiied to find what commca
furniture she had, and how the sun
Streamed IN on the old three-ply carpet;
and she went away, leaving behind her a
chill such as follows an iceburg. Mrs.
Beardsley knew she was disapproved of,
and why, for she was quick of discern
ment: and, knowing inwardly that she
really did try and wish above all things
to be a Christian woman, she felt sad and
sorry that her light did not shine better.
| Then it occurred to her that after all God
knew about it, and knew she did not like
to go to church, and did not like to be
kept at home with neuralgia and exhaus
ton, so she left this new trouble to Him.
Down the street lived Mrs. Roberts, n
well.to-do mechanics wife.
81 see Beardsley's folks have moved
in, was the husbands comment.
"Yes, they have; but | shan't trouble
them with my company. She's a city wo-
man, and writes for the papers, besides.
She won't want to see common folks like
me. Mrs. Dean will call on her, | pre-.
sumo to say, and the rich folks in town;
but | know enough not to 90 where amt
wanted, and, moreover, lnever did like
stuck-up folks"
81 don't know but what we're Just as
good as she is, Mariar; and ii you come
to the money pint ont, could buy an
sell Fred Beardsley over and ag'in.
swell, ! guess you could; but she's got
her own click, and shan't trouble her.
believe in lettin' folks alone if they feel
too smart for your kind. Inever did push
IN where want wanted, and | amt CO.
ing to begin now"
So Mrs. Roberts stayed away, strenu-
ously held her parasol to the east of her
if her new neighbor was that way, al
though the sun blazed toward the west,
and passed by on the other side. Mrs.
Beardsley comprehended the matter and
laughed softly; she would sometime un-
dertake Mrs. Roberts, she thought and
convert her to her own theory Of neighbor-
hood bat that time had not come yet.
Next TO Mrs. Dean lived Mrs. Morris;
she was q pleasant, energetic, talkative
person; an indefatigable church-goer,
and a benevolent soul; but she did not be.
long to the Blank Church, and the Boards.
leY's did; she went TO the Blanker house
of worship, and did not care u cent about
any other denomination. IL did not af.
flict her much that Mrs. Beardsley was
one of the inactive sisters, because she
was Blank; if she had been Banker
Mrs. Morris would have been as troubled
as Mrs. Dean was about the new neigh.
Dor, though on a different principle.
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