Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1880-11-25

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proportions so wildly to Marion. Sure
ly one could never make hero out o
him! And to think that she had quar-
relied with Spence on his account Sh,
would never speak to the horrid MAJ
again; and it was not enough fO
Marion to think this, but she sough
Uncle James, and told it to him with
stamp of her foot and a toss of he
head, and Uncle James said:
"My dear you are altogether too 70
mantle, which was the truth for tn,
old gentleman.
Marion tried her best to dislike JOIN
DuttOn, but she was interested in hin
in spite of herself. There was some
thing in the mans nature that she coulC
not fathOm; perhaps it was this tha
interested her so much. He looked a
her so grayely; indeed, he even wen
so far as to shake his head at her viii
full conduct, and with that shake of hi
head, John Dutton put his foot in it
Marion had had her own way all he
life, and she would let John DuttOn Sc,
she would not be dictated to by him
He was throwing a spell over her thai
was every day becoming harder to re
sist, Indeed, she had been miserable eve
since he came to her home-miserable
for Spence Arnott, whom she loved, die
not like John Dutton, and was growing
colder towards him every day.
81 will not have him regard me a,
the chief of sinners. | will not allow
him to come between me and Spence. .
cried Marion. 81 will be as wicked as
| possibly can before him." and, un
thinkingly, Marion threw her little pei
dog, which she had been fondling. from
her lap as she rose from the seat, on the
porch.
The dog struck the stone floor in 9
manner that made him howl most pite-
ously, for minute, and in that mo-
ment John Dutton appeared and shook
his head gravely at Marion. He spoke
not a word, but Marion understood
him. and said:
Its only dog, and anyway its
mine, and shall do what please witt
him."
"Only dog, Miss Marion.
"'lIc praycth well who lOvcth well.
And things both great and small;
For the dear God who lOvcth us.
Hath made and loves us all"
Marion's eyes filled with tears. Some
thing in the depth of his brown eyes
something in his gentle voice, touched
her heart with remorSe. He cast an in
tluence over her that she could not
easily resist. Just at that moment she
felt like telling him that she did not
mean to do that cowardly act, but just
as She was about to speak, Spence Ar
mott (whO had been in the house un
known to herr stepped out upon the
porch. The tears We're still in MariOn's
eyes, and, as matter of course, she
looked confused.
"Ah, | beg your pardon for intrud-
ing" said Spence, about to step back.
"You are not intruding, Mr.. Arnott.
| believe You have Il right here" said
John Dutton, quietly, and turning
away he entered the house.
"MariOn, what does this mean?' cried
Spence, an angry flash spreading TO the
roots of his hair, as he perceived Ma
rion's agitation.
80, Spence" cried the impetuous girl,
unable to control the tears which We're
fast rolling down her cheeks, don't be
angry-he is so good"
$50 good, | hate him-there" and
Spence Arnott strobe angrily away.
Marion stood looking after Spence.
She was the picture of grief and despair.
and John buttons heart was filled with
sorrow us he watched her from the
window. lie came to this house to
meet his fate-a fate Of which he now
little dreamed. He had learned TO love
the handsome, wilful girl standing cut
there on the porch, but that look on her
face now, as she ga2ed after Spence
Arnott, told him, beyond doubt, where
her heart was. He had nothing to hope
for.
That night, John Dutton was awak-
ened from his sleep by some great con-
fusion in the house Through his win
dow he saw that the sky was in a blaze.
There was a big fire somewhere in the
and in an instant he was
up and dressed. He went down stairs,
and the first one he met was Marion,
in bonnet and cloak, crying and wiring
ing her hands.
"Oh, Mr.. Dutton, will you take me
there? The Arnott mansion is in
fire while the inmates
were all sleeping. | must find out
whether every one has escaped"
John Dutton drew the little hand
within his arm, and hurried out into
the night air.
"lTaye all the inmates escaped?" he
asked of Il bystander, upon reaching
the burning building.
"No; they are offering large re-
ward to any one who will venture in
and save young Spence ArnOtt; but it
is as much as Il mans life is worth"
spence in the building yet?" Mari
on shrieked. "Oh, God, mercy! We
parted in anger to-day. Oh, Mr.. Dut-
ton, l shall die if l cannot speak to
Spence once more"
"Marion, l will save him or perish
in the attempt! The reward | ask is
that you will think of me sometimes"
He tore himself away and entered the
doomed building.
81 heard you tell Marion to-day how
you hated me, but l forgive you, and
have come to save you, because she
loves you. BE kind to her always"
Spence Arnott was saved, but the
voice that whispered the above in his
ear was lost forever mid the flames.
Marion, he lost his life saving mine
for your sake. My darling, let us ever
cherish the name of John Duttonw
said Spence Arnott, reverently, as he
gathered Marion to his heart
Plain John Duttonl Marion thought
that name immortalized, and why not ?
"Greater love hath no man than this,
that he lay down his life for his
friend"
A Happy Halter.
Happy is Knox, the famous New
York Halter. Mrs. Knox, who had
been frequent and painful sufferer