Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1880-04-29

this last remark, and to recover herself,
quietly inquired how many he had
brougt in.
"rwenty.nine, said Sinclair,
An involuntary detected look stole over
Waldron's face, and without word he
entered.
The flower is yours, Mr.. Sinclair, "
said Blanche as she turned to enter. A
tone Of disappointment would have been
apparent to stranger, but the winner
had worked so hald for the coveted prize
that he was entirely oblivious to the ex-
preston.
A few minutes before six each appeared
in the drawing.roOm completely trans
! formed by their evening suits-difering
in nothing from the city beau except the
fine bloom Of the cheek. Almost immcdi-
ately Blanche presented the victor with
the prize, but allowed him to flsten it in his
button-hole unadel believe she would
have assisted in this arrangement If the
other had been the winner. Sinclair was
vexed at this. He had fought so hard to
gain the prize, and then to lose what he
considered its great value, was more than
he could bear. Accordingly all through
the evening he made constant allusion in
a rather ungenerOus spirit, to his wearing
the trophy, and to such an extent as to
arouse the sympathy of Blanche for his
rival. WaldIon received his remarks with
great tOrbearance, expecting, as is at
ways the case, that he would, if he should
not specially defend himself, find in her
his advocate, At last still more VAIN
remark from Sinclair about his excellent
shooting aroused Blanche to the highest
pitch, and. taking rather nervously from
her bosom IL handsome gold locket, she
said:
Mr.. Sinclair, ! do not believe you are
a better shot than Mr.. Waldron, and to
test it, whoever is the winner to.morroN
shall have this loeket. 1t is glft OF an
old friend, and prize it very highly"
Waldron instantly interp)sed and beg
ged her to withdraw her offer, but Blanch"
was firm. and he had nothing to do but
accept the situation. BY this time the
conversation was anything but pleasant,
and the patty broke up for the night.
Wadron and Sinclair, who had the pre-
vious night tossed themselves restleSsly,
were soon, from their unusual fatigue
lost in sleep, but Blanche could moi com.
pose herself More than ever she hated
5 nclair. How unfavoribly his conduct
compared with Mr.. Waldron. A victor
should be magnanimous-no mean and
contemplate. Such thoughts as these
Kept running through her mind, until
Blanche came to regard Waldrcn with
especial favor, and wished, to the bottom
o. her heart, that be might win and wear
her locket-so rapidly had he By force of
circumstances taken possession Of her
thoughts.
The next morning was 4 repetition OF
the same lovely weather as the day before.
AS they parted at the door each took the
same route he had done previously. The
fine bracing morning sent the rich blood
bounding through their veins. Sinclair S
pointer felt its influence too, as with nose
breast high ami magnificent pace he quar-
tered his ground. Soon it was evident he
winded the birds, By his change of gait.
Now he has them. What sight! Rigid
as marble and every feature Of his fin"
, head intensified with excitement. The
setter may be in many cases the pretera-
ble dog to the pointer, but as thing OF
beauty there is no equal to the latter when
pointing MS game. In moment sinclair
Z was Oehlnd. A whr from y score o.
wIngs. lwo barrels ana cIean mss.
bad luck lor tne beginning IL never leil
MN uuring me gay; inc iateS seemed
SoUd "s",t'v INN ni It ""to VI w w II, ovn1 ooj
o,Nn Nv "'o iIt u,, O- Sun've' o,', ,I I So
the previous day. Both he and his dog
EI'o ot Ia % ",iI nf f n,"uo HI"y .a OeGu S.nn,
%o l InCU ron5 40 i1TTh Tho %,,o "r soit;,
nI ru smoa;, hoert ortIs bngon m"s 10 Sf f,ii
Fron across the hills he heard the fire..
onent renorts of his rivals gun. when he
met an old friend. Tom Hardy with a
mongrel Inv his side. Tom wa, n HANGER.
on at a conntrv Store at the crossroads.
ami shot for a livelihood.
uyULa. a,.,,,o,, lai,,.Lo.o T,,,,ou
> m h"' arc YOU uo,ng Here, hOnh .,
, Been shooting a little, Mr.. SINCLAIR
+ ANY luckE ,r
. ~ believe nave adozen or So
t Let me see them
: Tom rans9cked MS pockets ana counted
out hiteen ords.
Il Will take them, and pay you the
uehI ''me sec you
All right, MIR, Sinclair,
Sinclair put them IN his bag among
those he had shot, and they, parted, A
smile stole across his face as he thought,
81 will have the locket now"
He bagged but one more bird and nigh
forced him to turn his face homeward H'
,, wSs the first to arrive. Blanche was wait
{ ing for them. She saw him come, and IN
voluntarily tried to avoid him, but h'
called out: Miss Blanche, come coun
/ them for yourself"
: One after one he lay them before he
y until the bench in the veranda was com
: pletely filled; fOrty.three IN all, includinl
one woodcock. Ralph Waldron saw thu
immense amount OF dead game as HI
came up, and knew at glance it must b
/ close contest. He had not had time t.
r count his own, and therefore drew then
o out as Blanche extended her hand to re
tbrtye;oht Il hecome nav tr,,Iu u oxc;tin n
! RIsnchS bnnaJ ~ thav 'u would I hnld nrY nut"S
s roaroJ % thoy % 'ro,Id T Sot ~ For,n't l~ Ou Ia
ho au wa, ' doisatoS Tu oan;n nEO' oi'S'"o'' al"
:, 10 ,I, wv, ,., "0,e%V.u ".,s. ~ "in'
II III is my iocket' saia sinclair
+ You shall have it, sir," replle'
n Blanche, irritated at his haste in claiming
what she had never any intention @