Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1879-10-02

presence She Immediately rose to NEE
him. He did not start but looked he
over from head to foot without word
She gayly said:
Don't you think your Highness is over
doing things triae?" Then she los
control of herself, and showed her vexa
tion. "Sing to me-" she cried, wall
| with me, talk with me, do anythingto oh
literate this dOleful week"
"Well, Miss Barron" he answered cool
| ly, Suppose we talk and walk. I'll say
under the stars what | said under the oaks
and you shall give me true answer"
She looked at him a moment, then fair
| ly blazed. 81 never saw such persistence
Thank lleayen! | 90 home tomorrow
where gentlemen know what to do to a lady
and take mo- for no without getting sui.
len. Good night, Mr.. Darlington; and
good-by. lfyou ever consent to be less
boorish and persistent, | shall be pleased
to see you in town.
He watched her out of the room and
then sat down to the piano.
Miss BarOn's first impulse was to seek
out the party on the lawn, but some how
every face on earth but one seemed tame.
Then she resolved to 90 into the library
and read, but books were so wearying.
81 would play" she said pettlshly, III
that big headed masculine was not monop,
olizing the piano"
Just at this point she burst into tears.
Crying, usually to Miss Barron consisted
of couple of tears moppcd up by q bit
of lace. She had never before thrown
herself down in limp shape and got her.
self into such thorough tempest of weep
ing MS now. She was an hour at it,.
Gradually she got calmer. She sat up and
began to consider what next to do.
She tried to think of gong home as o
pleasure near at hand. Home! What
had she there Only an old aunt who
dozed in Il lace cap, with a cup Of choco-
late at her elbow, half the time. The
memory of those pleasant days here would
drive her wild in that gloomy house.
Then she acknowledged it would be terri
Bile any where without-without-
"He will drive me wild," she said,
banging that way on the piano."
She passed into the hall and looked into
the drawing-room, where he sat placidly
playing.
"Poor fellow" she thought. GLOW
can call it obstinacy2 1t looks like
misery written all over his features. And
isn't he superb lookingH Why, no one
else has ever approached him. And he
will be mine if say it,
Suddenly-can you comprehend it?-|
she walked straight into the parlor, and
stole up behind him, put her arms about
his neck, and pressed her cheek against
his.
Not word was said for some moments;
but his fingers fell from the keys, his
hands dropped listlessly at his sides, his
head sank lower and lower on his breast,
and Madge felt mist gathering in her
eyes-a mist of happy tears.
Come out under the trees" she whis-
pcrcd, 81 want TO say yes to you"
II am answered, Madge,' he said,
drawing one of her hands over his shoul-
der and talking with it against his lips.
"Let us not mar this moment Of surprise
and Joy by single word"
"Lyndhurst. you are provoking as ever.
When | would not, must; now | will,
shall not. shall have to practice humil-
ity, see, and study my lords moods,
You've played the high hand long enough,
and insist in saying yes In my own
way There, now, if You don't want to
speak again in IN hour will rest my
head here and dream"
II don't think you will find me ty-
rant, " he said, kissing her. "But come
out, Madgc, and let us compare our mu-
tual miscrieS during the past week "
He led her through the open window,
holding back the swaying vines for her to
pass. There, arm in arm, under the stars,
Of nc lnavo Ibn,,