Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1880-11-11
AMONG THE MOUNTAINS.

Everything was aS nice aS could be
There was the most perfect combna.
tion of blue sky, streakcd softly, here
and there, with transparent bits OF
white, and a green earth, bright and
deeply colored with pasturage and
moses; and there was the soft shade OF
the young clover, and the pale, delicate
green of the grain, Just finding its way
through the soft mould.
And there was about it all the most
appropriate framing of dark pines, and
of great hills, purple as if envelOped in
a mantle of royal color; and far away
the bright gleam of water making its
way in and along the beautiful valley
ROYAL Avery was quite beside himself
with the beauty of the day. At any
rate he said so, and his young face
glowed, his voice was gentle, his words
eloquent, and he was as happy as Il
schoOlboy on holiday.
The cause of his happiness might
have been the day, and it might not
that, of course, being Il matter of opin.
ion-but Una PomerOy was there beside
him, looking a perfect picture, from the
crown of her head to the tip of her tiny
boot.
She was so elegant, in the suit OF
mauye silk, and the pretty white hat
with its trimmings of pale tea-roses
and the dainty mauye gloves, and the
rich mauve parasOl-and had such q
graceful style of sweeping along the
path, such a charming way of lifting
her brown eyes, and showing her white
teeth in the prettiest way imaginable
that if he was bewildered with happi
ness, no one could blame him.
He did not see such women often
Perhaps he had never seen one precisely
like her-one so thoroughly wrapped il
self, so bent upon being beautiful anC
irresistible-and how could he, with hiS
fresh heart, and his inexperienced eyes
help falling straight in love with her
While they were prOmenading NJ
and down the lane, Mrs. Avery, Royal's
mother, peeped through the curtaine,
parlor window, and saw the divinity
for the first time.
She did not like her-but then, moth
ers seldom ever see anything beautiful
in their sons sweethearts; so it is no
so much to be wondered at. Mrs. Av
cry had selected wife after her owl
heart for this son of hers, and the Sc
lection was as unlike Una Pomeroy a.
one could imagine.
She che selection) was out there, a
that very moment gliding along in heI
neat-litting gray barege, Il broad-brim
med gray hat on her head, and pal,
blue ribbons nesting in the unpreten
tious braids of her brown hair. Sh,
wasn't at all in the way, for Una fount
her a splendid foil, and Royal mindet
her no more than he did the birds tha
chirped in the hedge.
"But that other oner' aud Royals
mother glared at Una--she was receiv
ing attention enough to satisfy queen
"You live here, Mr.. Avery?' sale
Una, indicating with her parasol TIN
pretty home in so suggestive manner
that the watcher at the window re
treated in alarm, not feeling sure bu
what she had been discovered.
"Yes," said Royal.
ut is such a pretty place."
"Do you like ltg" he asked.
"0h, very much, indeedl Don't you
SadieY"
Sadie thought she did, and Una RAJ
on at such rate that the other corl'
In no way keep up with her Itwollli
be so charming to live In such a plsce
She knew she could be perfectly bapry
She had never realized how beautisp
! the country was until this season, mi