Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1880-06-10
MisrsHang,
LIES SHADOWS.

Slowly the golden ball of molten fire
was travelling toward the westward, hid.
ing behind delicate sapphire clouds, and
shadowing purpliSh tints upon Il TALL,
queenly woman statuesquely draped in
white, standing alone upon stone colon
made; her eyes large and brown, swept
the horizon with a hungry, eager gaze.
The fitful gusts of chilling summer
winu U'c" tno long, trailing vines, heavy
with the passing -, ar aga;ret bor -, 49,.
o'eclieeA' many colored drops
ave, I"Ul, n,Ar, anu upon her sheer
white dress, while the frown Of care grew
deeper upon the troubled face, for
Memory's busy tides are scethng
Der the landmarks Of the past.
"Miss Hinton! you hereP" calculated
Capt Thornton, in much astonishment.
Slowly the chestnut-Crowned head bow
ed until the face was buried in the dark
green ivies.
"'Ts !, Capt. Thornton. Did Ella
wish meP"
"Only in search myself; but you are
chilly will get wrap" quite rcluc-
family entering the hall.
"You are very kind"
"The scarlet shawl thrt ..'i
your face, Miss Hinton. r . u
prefer solitude on your . @ aa
usp"
II have been watchir nt o'
sun CLINT those rugged, % v..'a ... rrg.
ing to shape my futu Es,r oy tH.
time they are hidden .u .H. 4ul
see, they are gone, a.. ltu.Y 2r for
years, and it may be Co.,. Gy I oc the
sea-washed shore orr ganit stones
again" Her voice is low. and grew
softer and tremulous q ,ai,d th
dissertation.
"You imbibe too fr Iy o. .iue G3
Mabel. Will you wa wt le2 lag
great deal TO tell yau. Why Jl r.r
avoid me so assiduOu rl l'e.'
"'Sience is the e.unl iUi y wu
says Carlyle-why ro. Woman a'sy.
'Let riffs of mo1nEra through Ebr.
IDEAS" interpolatel Capt. ll0,7.a.
quickly, and abasi ',. would wg
mend the vase for tua al' '| You
friendship too highly I. 'rg..c ..u,te'i
Everything seen "o,ay ,- u -7i 4
Past, present an uJr uGc .a.n bring
ing its sorrow o. DC sautac- even fine
narrowing, dul 'or Mtw- VIII }lne
YOU? NothinQ Bliss Na' '' r.l cor
fide in no oneS" as both aAg.w ba.E
and forth on the long Ji.loai, ia the
moonlight.
at has been said the most llaglC ulinso
in life are its failures, and how bitter do
mine chide me tonight. My heart grows
cold with its rebuff, and no silvery clouds
peep behind the darkness for me. Capt.
Thornton.
"You have landed your hope bark on
the rock of despair, methinks, Miss Hin
ton; and why do you torture me, knowing
my strong armsl are ever ready and
willing to guide you safe to the peace
harbor"
Only tighter pressure upon his arm,
and tremor, which involuntarily made
him press the hand resting there more
closely.
"Capt. Thornton, please say no more. "
''It is too trying. | must unburden my
heart, as have so oft done before; the
intensity of my love for you is consuming
the vitality of life. Day after day have
noted your bloodless, careworn face; and
back my heart wandered to n country
farm house, with its broad stretch Of grain
laden fields, and, the most pleasing, a
rosy checked, brown eyed lassie of sixteen.
That picture has haunted me for ten long
years, amid the blue ocean storms and
under Indla's sweltering sun, and now, as
before, to tell my love for you, and to you,
throws mystical silence over you, and a
shrinking away which you never will
explain"
"Let me not see how cruelty have an
noyed you. Mine eyes aro burning, and
brain seems gone"
"0h, Mabel! why are you so heart.
less ?"
For moment she leaned heavily upon
his arm, then sobs Of emotion shook the
queenly form; as he clasped her to his
breast her arm encircled his neck, and
she gave way TO her feelings. Frank
Thornton rained kisses upon the blushing
face.
81 love you, Mabel"
"Love, Frank, | adore you, but oh, what
have | done? There is an interminable
barrier, oh-my-love-" She could say
no more; her breath came thick and
heavy, and with q convulsive gasp she
exclaimed wildly; "Yes, yes, Frank,
must give even you up"
Never, never" he cried.
Eyes forever; there is fearful secret
(which shadows my life-yet | can and