Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1881-05-19
JACK AND DOLLY,

JACK AND DOLLY.
l' ir is soft and warm, like 'ua
anH ..3 southerly wind and nlpu3
shy H lain hunting morniI b.
p.n fast time at Ballyhagl #
-"" wa ter in his red coat is slud
.H '. hearthrug. Breakfast
ough; and with it the p. 4.
BH minute later his wife.
"'us letters, Jack?'
"i'nn, Dolly" Captain Tire
s.f ter to his wife, and the l.u.
IL .n correspondence, Evcy,Hn
about ihe house bcspcaks comic. and
Gaze There is a wide stretch .r nu.
and woodland beyond the wudn
Captain Trevor and his wife are ...u.
comely and strong; yet over thcr a.m
hangs Il cloud, something tn Ia..
like dread in Dolly's soft brow ay..
and more like anger and dis ynHu
ment on her husbands stron fw-
lures. With her own letter IL .prru.
beside her plate, she watches htH tpa.
ing open his envelopes and gla' '.,u. ..
the contents, and the fear uCyo iu.,
ller eyes Tor second. sGddenl fog 5
his face sweeps a crimson lus. a'
muttering something that is n.. ,
blessing, he thrusts letter .
pocket and attacks his breakfa w
savage energy
Dolly turns white "Wha'
JackE
"Qh' nothing
Jack tell me, was 1t
captain Trevor tries to lauau A.
meets his wlfc's eyes, but it isa .r.
ana he answers hastily: "Only oIn.a.
threatening letter, Dolly GOu u#ot
DC ,irlSlltehed' don't mind '0au
Dlt,
But Dolly does, ana her lips .'.'.
81 wish you wouldn't go ont h.m,ins,
'"cN' II lsn "'lV' SupPo'lng -
ou h'uSi' tSlppoSc' Dolly. must
nave d''y WIN inc hounds, and no
one can p)S"loIE know | am going;
oc'Iues, III come nome ny different
Toau' tilelc Is rr''Iy no diGlgcr' dear, or
| WU!',uh ! go
laNe 'he ponce win [OlL Then,
S''n WlsoS' Pl''''i,S ""I JACK laughs
NolSc''''' ln'y co''I'ih l follow
I',e across 'o'al'r!'a'i assure you, I'm
a'' ilsI,,
IuV ineic Is moody dlsSallSIled
look Oh ms handsome lace, ana present.
nc p"rSlS Out r., "lialiS IL ali; WHAT u
Ie"S'ly country t'ls Is! n islIoW cant
even go out WIN the hounds without
.ne cIailce Oh helhS IlrCu ut IRON be-
l'iiiG Il hGGuSG'
"Jack. Siic Whispers, "WhaI are we
10 no. uelr'
ron my iioIor' l doh KNOW. We
Cal' I i've WITHOUT tlo rents ana there
uoeSil seem ''''ch ciallce oi getting
'hc.n:
w on t"ey pay anything!
'oi'y 'urII,llh valuation, won't
take lillt' so I'm 10 DC shot because /
want my rent-Ihe rent they paid to
my laIller ana grandfather before me.
IL $ duceo nard, nut | won't give in
DoIly looked up at the stalwart six
lect OF manhood, with his flushed face
ana klnullhg eyes, anS her heart goes
out TO nm with great cry. lie sher
iord, her KING, the Father of her chill
dren' ana he Is IN danger OF his life
not from foreign enemy, not from
war; nut III danger from his own coltn-
liymen, the people lie has lived with
since he was born; yes, in danger of
beng murdered, aud in her love she
feels That II they do this thing, woman
though she be, her hand shall ayenge
The deed.
"What have | done" poor Jack
goes on, with passionate vehemence
81 have never done anything unjust;
have never pressed tenant unduly;
yet I'm hunted down, marked out, not
by my tenants-I don't believe they
would do it-but by some internal se'
cret society. Don't look so wretched,
Dolly; it will all blow over. The gov
emment must do something soon."
The girl looks up with flaming
cheeks. "And if you were shot, what
would ii matter to me what the gov
enment were to do? What would
anything matter? These dreadful
things ought to be prevented, Jack.
What good would it be to do anything
after, mon calinP
These weary weeks of watching and
anxiety have told on Dolly Trevor, and
her fair, fresh face has lost its round
ness. The door opens, and the butler
appears.