Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1880-09-23
A COUNTRY GIRLS STYLE.

l.cnnoX Ray sprang from the train.
and fastened up the green lane to the
wide, 0ld-fashioned farm house, carry
ing his valiSe in his hand.
"I wonder if Mamie got my note,
and is looking for me. HALO"
This last exclamation was drawn
from Rays lips by ripe cherry which,
coming from above somewhere, came
into sudden contact with his nose.
He looked up, and there, perched like
a great bird on the limb of huge old
cherry tree, and looking down upon him
with dancing eyes and brilliant cheeks,
was young girl.
"llow do, LennoX? Come up and
have some cherries" was her mischiev-
GUS greeting.
And while Ray looked on in silent
diSapproval, the Young witch swung
herself lightly down.
"Now, don't look so glum, Lennox,
dear" she said, slipping her little hands
into his with coaXing motion. 81
know it's tom-boyish to climb the cherry
tree, but then it's such fun1
"Nannie, you should have been "A
boy"
II wish had, No, | don't, either,
for then you wouldn't have fallen in
love with me. What made you, dear?"
with a saucy look.
"Because-because you are 50 sweet,
darling" answered Ray, melted in spite
of himself. "But do wish, Mamie,
you would leave off these hoydensh
ways and he more dignified"
"Like Miss lsham?" asked Mamie.
miss Isham is very superior wo-
man, and it would not hurt you to copy
her in some respects"
The tears sprang into Nannie's eyes
at his tone.
They went into the parlor, and Ray
took a seat in a great arm chair.
Mamie, giving her curls toss back
ward, went and sat down.
81 wish you would put up those fly
away curls, and dress your hair as other
ladies' do" said Ray. "And see here,
Mamie, / want to have talk with you.
You know | love you; but in truth, my
dear, my wife must have something of
the elegance of refined society. Your
manners need polish, my dear. | came
down to tell you that my sister Laura is
making up a party TO visit the noted
watering places, and she wishes YOU to
be one of the number"
"Are you going?'
"No; my business will not allow it;
but l shall see you several times. You
will go?"
81 don't want to go. I'd rather stay
here in the country and climb cherry
trees every day."
mamie! ! must insist upon more
self-control," he said coldly.
"But don't send me away" she plead
ed.
at is for your good, Mamie, and you
must be contented to 60. viii youP"
The supper bell rang at that instant,
and she hastily answered;
YES" and ran out of the room, and
up stairs TO her own chamber.
"Ees," I'll go. And III teach YOU
one lesson, LemoX Ray; see if don't,
sir" she murmured.
1t was nearly the middle of Septem-
Der before Mr.. Ray, heated, dusty, and |
weary, entered the hotel where his sis
ters party was stopping.
As he entered he met his sister.
"Lennox. you hcre?" she said.
"Yes. Where's Nannie?"
"She was on the piazza, talking with
a French count, moment ago. Ali
there she is, by the door"
"Ah" said Lennox, dropping his sis
ter's hanp, and making his way toward
the door.
But it was difficult, even when he
drew near, to see in the stylish, stately
lady, whose hair was put up over
monstrous chignon, and whose lustrous
robes swept the floor for a yard, his
own little Mamie of three months ago.
Lennox strobe up with scarce
glance at the bewhiskered dandy to
whom she was chatting, and held out
his hand with an eager exclamation;
"Nanniev'
She made sweeping courtesy, Ian
guidly extended the tips of her fingers;
but not muscle moved beyond what
accorded with well-bred indifference.
"Ah! good evening Mr.. Ray"
"Oh, Mamie, are you glad to see