Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1881-02-03
JEANIE CATHCART'S FORTUNE.

Jeanie Cathcart had come to .Ameri-
iCa to try and better her low estate,
since there was no one left to miss or
mourn her among the Scottish hills.
America was the country for those
who had their way to make; so Sandy
McEyoy had written to her-Sandy
McEyoy, who used to live just across
the loch, and had emigrated to the
United States three years ago.
Jemie was Il fresh looking, scnderly
fashioned Young girl, with gold brown
hair, full Of shifting red lights in the
sunshine, gentle blue eyes, and a COM
pleXion fair and delicate as white wax,
save where the too ardent sunshine had
here and there sprinkled it with frcck-
les; and She was only eighteen, sly,and
unused to the ways of the great world.
So it was no wonder that she sat awcd,
and trembling at her own boldnrs5 in
vcnturing into IN mtried land, and
longing for Sandy to come and see her
Sandy, whom people had called "par-
tial to her" once.
But it was not until the twilight,
when she was crying a little, softly, to
herself, in the depth of her loneliness,
that Sandy McEvoy came in,
Tall and lank, and something awk-
ward withal, Sandy was no PROPOSES
sing representative Of the "lud o
cakes as he entered; hut he was
Scotch, and Jeanie had known him
once and she jumped up to greet him
with a little joyful cry, and Il 5paSmod-
lc squeeze OF the hand
$50 you've come to this country"
said sandy, somewhat unnecessarily, ii
would seem, as he sat down, while
Jeanie made haste to light the candle.
"Ihere was nothing for me to do ut
nome, sandy, ana supposed
"Oh, OF course; but" added sandy,
twisting round on his chair "the emf
grafton business is rather oycrdonc just
at present. what are You going to
dO?"
Jeanc dld not know. Somehow Il
shadow had come over the gadneSS Of
her mood.
But you don't intend to starNc |
take it?'
Not if can help it, she 5aid,almost
inaudibly. II thought, as you were
acquainted here, you could help me to
some situation
81 don't know what could have made
you think that said Sandy rather I'M
graciou5ly "NOw-a-days Il man has
all he can do to take care of himself
Jcane's head dropped; she twincd
her hands cOnvusiyely together, witha Il
tighter grasp.
"Hye got Il good place myself went
on Sandy, "as gardener at Mr.. More
tons; and u nice family they are, with
seven servants, and nobody underpaid,
And now | come TO think Of it the
hOusekeeper r0S complaining about the
seamstrcss leaving suddenly without
warning; an1 if you could sew nicely
-"
81 can sew said JeiMie faintly.
"Well, if you choose to come round
to the servants door tomorrow night,
and ask for Mr.. McEvoy-nobody calls
me Sandy there-I'll do my best to
speak good word for you, Jeanie
Cathcart."
She mummed a few words of faint
ly articulated thanks, and after an in
Quiry or two about old Scottish friends,
Sandy McEvoy took an awkward leave,
while Jeanie, letting her head fall ON
the window sill, cried her poor eyes
nearly out. Was this all that was left
of the old friend whose kindness was
to have smoothed the rough paths of
this new land?
But live she must; and 50, the next
night, she presented herself, according
TO directions duly received, at the ser