Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1880-07-08
Hiscsliang.
THE GOLDEN HAlRPIN.


George Adolphus Clarendon was ayoung
man of pleasing presence, whose age was
not far from 20 years. His father had long
and successfully conducted a most exem-
plary meat market at the corner of Market
and st. Clair streets, in the thriving vii
lage Of Westford in central New York,
and had amassed competence by fair and
honorable means. But Tie son held the
meat business in abhorrence and stead.
tasty refused to entertain The thought oi
following it for livelihood. He conceived
himself to be formed of a quality of clay
quite above the average, AMI was often
heard muttering incohcrently in his sleep
about the "higher walks Of life" Old Mr..
Clarendon was stern father, and he de-
terminc1 that if George Adolphus would
not sell meat, he should be compelled to en-
gage in the distribution of tracks, with the
hcelstoward the paternal mansion. George
Adolphus accepted the peripatetic aItera,
tive with cheerful alacrity, and went on an
aimless tramp. He said he was going in
search Of his proper level.
Maud Muller was the only child of re-
tired banker in the sleepy town of Coupon.
vile, an ariStocratlc village in one of the
eastern counties Of Ohio. Maud's charms,
both physical and mental, were the rarest
ever lavished upon women, and she had
been favored with every advantage Of edu-
cation that money could purchase. Hel
beauty and accomplishments had made
her the idol Of large circle of young men,
to not one of whom had she ever given the
slightest encouragement. They swarmed
under her chamber windows OH moonlight
nights and made the long hours hldeous
with their caterwaulIngs, until old Muller
got tired of it and stole around the corner
OF the house with a gun loaded with ten.
penny nails and let drive at the flock, kill
ing three outright and wouuding foui
others so that they died on the following
morning. That was the kind of man Mr.
Muller was; but he was exceedingly fond
of his daughter and had always been kind
to her.
One evening as Maud was emerging
from her boudoir, where she had beer
scrutinizing large mirror and dressing
for the opera, she was met by her father
with the information that Mr.. Muggletor
waited in the parlor.
Now Mr.. Muggleton was an ancient fos'
sill who had taken great fancy to Maud
and as he was n man of high social stand
ing and great wealth, Mr.. Muller had
thought best to encourage him as much a;
possible, hoping that his daughter would
have the good sense to offer no objection
on account of age.
"Mr. Muggeton is waiting" repeated
Mr.. Muller.
"Well, give him my compliments aud
tell HIM to keep on waiting" returned
muuu, WIFI s0lle splIlU.
"But don't you intend to go down
Are you going to be rudeP"
"Oh, yes" replied Maud, with an in
jured air, "l'll go down and stroke his
shiny old bald head and ask him about hi.
children and his grandchildren, and III
ask him to give me some personal recol.
lections of Noah. And, if you like, I'll &C
to the opera with him, and I'll ask him il
there was better talent on the boards when
he and Methuselah were young!"
"Now, Maud" said Mr.. Muller, "you
are making fool of yourself. Mr.. Mug.
gleton never saw Noah in his life. As
to grandchildren, you know very well tina
he is a bachelor and hasn't a relative in
the world, SO far as ho knows. com.
mand you to present yourself at once, and
it you don't behave properly there will be
a young lady about your size begging her
bread in the streets before she is aware Of
it."
With these words the indignant father
turned on his heel and left Maud 10 choose
which alternative she would.
While the events above narrated were
Transporting, young man possessing q
dignihed bearing, and eighty-five cents in
money, wRs just enteiing the brilliantly
lighted town Of eoup0nyille in ssErch oi