Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1880-03-25
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PRETTY MRS. OGILVIE.

All the women are jealous Of her; there
is no doubt about that. The first time
she appeared In church with crisp mauve
muslins floating about her and dainty
mauye erection ON her head, which pre-
sumably she calls a bonnet, | know at
once how it will be. And of course the
other sex will range themselves ON her
side to a man; that is also beyond ques-
ton. As she rises from her knees and
takes her little lavender.gloved hands
from her face and looks about her for a
moment with sweet shy glance, sh, is
simply bewitching; and | doubt if any
male creature in our misty little church
pays proper attention to the responses for
ten minutes afterwards. A new face is IL
great rarity with us, and such new face
one might not see more than once in a
decade, so let us hope we may be for
given.
As gaze at the delicate profile before
me, the coils of golden hair, the complex
ion like the inside of seashel, the slen-
der milk.white throat and the long, dark
eyelashes, which droop modestly over the
glorious gray eyes, shall | own that |
steal glance Of disapproval at Mary
Anne-my Mary Annette partner of my
Joys and sorrows for twenty years and tn;
mother of my six children? Mary Anne's
figure is somewhat overblown, her hair is
tinged with gray, and the complexion of
her good.humored face is slightly rubi-
cund. But she has been a good wife to
me, and | feel, with a twinge of compunc.
ton, that have no right to be critical, as
| think OF shining spot on the top of my
own head, and OF little box | received
from the dentist only a month ago, care
fully secured from observation. But as
we emerge from church draw myself up
and try to look my best as we pass the
trailing mauve robes, Jack, one Of Our SIX,
stumbles over the train, which gives me
ar opportunity of raising my hat and
apologizing for the brat's awkwardness,
and am rewarded with sweet smile
and an upward glance out Of the great
gray eyes which is simply intoxicating.
"We must call on Mrs. 0gilvie at
once" | observe, as we proceed across the
fields in our homeward walk at is my
duty as her landlord to find out if she is
comfortable. She is lady-like person" "
| continued, automatically forbearing to
allude to the obvious beauty; and dare
say, my dear, you will find her an agree
BILE neighbor."
"Lady-like!" cries my wife, with ring
of indignation in her voice. 81 don't call
it lady-like to come to a quiet country
church dressed as if she were going to a
flower show. Besides, she is painted. A
color like that can't be natural. But you
men are all alike, always taken with a lit
tie outside show and glitter"
"But, my DEAR" | demonstrate, "per-
haps she did not know how very countri-
fed and bucolic our congregation is; and
| really do think it will be very unneigh-
borly if we don't call. 1t must be very
dull for her to know no one." ignore
the remark about the paint, but in my
heart | give the assertion an emphatic
contradiction.
Mrs. 0gilvie has rented small cottage
which | own in the west-country village in
which am the principal doctor. She is
the wife Of a naval officer who is away in
the flying squadron, and has settled in our
sleepy little hamlet to live quietly in his
absence. All her references have been
quite unexceptionable, and, indeed, she is
slightly known to our squire, as is also her
absent husband. "a splendid fellow he
IS" Mr.. Dillon tells me; Stands six feet
in his stockings, and as handsome as
Apollo; indeed, | don't believe that for
good looks you could find another such u
couple in England"
The following day Mary Anne, with but
little persuasion, agrees to accompany me
to the cottage to call on Mrs. 0gilvie.
The door is opened by neat maid SER
want. She is at home, and we are usher
led into the drawing.room, which we