Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1881-06-02
you must send him packing before l
make an idiot of myself"

you must send him packing before
make an idiot of myself"
LILLIAN, my daughter, are you crazy
In love with a servant?'
"l es mother, cra2y-crazy as II luna
tic. So, rs you have no convenient
asylum for me, send this servant o.
yours about his business. do no
want to meet him again. For hund
red worlds would not have him know
Send him away to-day, mother dear;'
and the proud girl kissing her mother
withdrew to her room for tears all by
herself.
The incest possible thing in the
world for girl in love is to have nice
cry. Lillian experienced the benefit
and, after an hour or two came out OF
her room looking like rose.
AS she joined her mother, that patient
lady said: 81 have tried to send him
away, Lillian, dear; but he says he is
entitled to a months wages, or notice
so l told him he might remain till We
went to San Francisco, and then
would pay him off, | don't see how
we can get along without him, dar'
ling"
"Nor L. said Lillian. "Well, dear
mother, we shall leave in day or two,
and | will suppress myself and endure
him for that time"
Just how it was brought about is not
necessary to this narrative, but the
same evening Nick was driving Miss
Lillian through the olive grove, in an
open phHton. Nick had reached the
darkest part of the grove when he
sprang from the carriage, tied the horse,
and turned iiercely upon the now pale
and trembling Lillian.
"And so, Miss Mercer you endcly-
ored to have your mother discharge
me. Have | not been a good servant !?
Have | not been faithful? Have l not
been respectful? And now-because
| told you my love-yOu drive me
away. Do you know that | am saving
every dollar, that | may yet win this
lady?-that dream of cottage home,
and vines and fruits, in this charming
land, and that you, and you alone, are
the one to destroy this dream?"
"And why did you tell me of your
love? What is your dream Of love to
me?" answered the now defiant girl.
"What right had you to make me the
coniidant of your story?"
"Because | love you, And you
charged me with being a coward, in
not daring to tell the proud beauty of
my love. Yes, | love you, Lillian Mer-
Ger; and in everything except wealth
and birth, l am your equal. In love | am
your slave. | tell you this here and
alone, where you can not fly me-can
not turn in scOrn upon me. ] tell You
my love here where you are compelled
to hear il; and now | release you. |
drive you hOme-to-mOrrow | leave
you. | shall never sce you again, And
-and-oh, Lillian, may | say to You
that think 1 am worthy of you. |
would make you proud of me, even
among your own proud acquaintance.
You need not marry me now, but in
after years-whcn ] have accomplish
ed something. You shall advise and
help me. Love me, and then | shall
succeed"
Slowly Nick Withdrew. Slowly he
united his horse. Ilumbly, and silent
ly, he took up his rcins and resumed
his seat. Silently, they turned home
ward. The horse went ut walk. In
the narrOwCst part of the lane, in the
darkest part of the grovc-just as II
cloud came over the moon-thc sweet
and gracious Lillian reached her arms
around the neck Of Nick Won Dam, and
kissed him fairly and squarely on the
lips. The horse stoppcd-horscs al
ways do; it is horse sense.
"Was it you that kissed me, Miss
Mercer?'
"Ycs, Mr.. Won Dam," meekly an.
swcred Lillian.
"And arc you sure, Lillian, that you
did not just spit upon your finger, and
touch my nose, and give a smack?'
Lillian turned her great round eyes
full upon Mr.. Won Dam; the great
moon turned on its full light-mOons
always do.
"Are you sure" said Nick, quite
sure2 | was fooled in that way once
by girl"
"And you-"
%es, thank you Miss Mercer; am
Nicholas Won Damenberg, your neigh
Dor on the other side of the fence, upon
whose nose you put your wet finger
kissing for a cat. | told you then l
would get even; and now let me be
sure the kiss was genuine by your re-
peating it,"
This happened years ago. They
have babies now.