Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1881-03-24
JUST HOW IT HAPPENED.


said Aunt Peckham enthusiastically.
She's beautiful"
"Is she, aunt?' said Charles Fex-
bridge. "Well, l like beautiful girls"
"A blonde, my dear, with hair like
spun gold, which"
"False, suppose" hazarded Charley.
"No, indeedl And a complexion
which is simply exquisite" cried the
old lady.
"Ahl" said Charley.
"And, what is more to the purpose"
added thrifty Aunt Peckham, "she has
property"
property, eh?" said Charley. 81
don't object to property in ITSELF"
81 should think not" said Aunt Peck
ham. any dear boy, it's the chief end
of my existence to see you well settled
in life"
"What's her name?' asked Mr.. Fex-
bridge, as if the idea had just occurred
to him.
"Well, it's not IA pretty name--its
Penny Pugsley."
"Penny-what?" cried our hero.
"Pugsley of course you know
the Pugsley is easily changed to Fcx-
bridge"
"0h, of course" said Charley.
"Where are you going Charles?'
"To have my picture taken, ma'am,'
said Mr.. Fexbridge gravely. "lt may
be melancholy satisfaction to my
relatives when all is over"
"You aren't going to fight duel,
Charles, nor commit suicidev' gasped
Aunt Peckham.
"No, Aunt Peckham," said Charley.
"But you know I'm talking of being
married"
"You're brute,' said Aunt Peck
ham.
And the closing of the door shut off
the further expression of her Senti-
ments.
"Hallo, Jeffr' said our hero. some
fifteen or twenty minutes subsequently
to this trihing with his aunt's feelings,
as he walked into cosy little photo
graphic gallery in one of the wide
avenues which run parallel to Broad.
way. ~ want my picture taken in
Astrakhan cap"
"Well, you can't have it," said Mr..
Jefferson Gale: sat least, not Just at
present. Are you in hurry?"
"Not vitality"
"Well, then, just sit down and mind
the place for me half an hour, will
you? Pm going out"
"Where's your assistant"
"Oh, he has made free with my cash
drawer, and been brought up short at
the tombs. That's my business this
morning, and you are here just in the
nick of time"
And away went Mr.. Gale in hot haste
while Charley Fexbridge reclined OF
the sofa. .4..'
ats bore to watt" thought Char
ley; ''but hush there's some one com
ing!"
Mr.. Fexbridge rose and walked
awkwardly behind the counter as two
young ladies came in.
One was a radiant blonde, with lonl
floating tresses of yellow hair, and he
cheeks glowing pink behind her dottet
lace vail; the other a brown-haired
hazel-eyed damsel, with straight de
mure features and dangerous dimpl
lurking at the corner of her red lips
"Can we have our pictures taken thi
morning" demanded the fairer of TIN
twain.
"In one moment, ma'am," said Char
ley. "The proprietor has stepped OH
he will be here very sOon."
"Why can't yOu take themp"
Charley hesitated; the younger lad
she with the dimple-came to hi
aid.
al suppose, Penny" she said, "th
yeung man hasn't had experience"
The lady called penny" turned t
her companion.
"Shall we wait, Beck?"
ave may as WELL" said the othel
ats a very reasonable place, and b
the time you've fixed your hair dar
say the man will be in. Did you brin
your brushes, Penny, dearP"
The two young ladies sailed pas
Mr.. Fexbridge into the little dressing
room beyond, not even taking tn
trouble to close the door.
Hadn't you better, Penny?" aske
the younger girl, with a motion of he
head toward the door.
"And make it as dark as Egypt
Penny said, disdainfully. "PshaN
who cares for photographers assis
antP'
Charles Fexbridge felt the cole
mount to his cheek at the tone of col
tempt, but it turned redder yet as til
hazel.eyed damsel called out:
"Why, Penny Pugsley, you left I'll
bandoline bottle at home"
"No, 1 didn't" answered Penny Puy
sley. ats in the pocket of IN
sacque."
"Ahap thought our hero $50 this
my intended, that is to be! Who evt
heard Of such a complication
thingsp"