Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1881-12-22

by sewing. l suspect they are poor
enough, but they are thoroughly indie
pendent; it is hard to get a chance t
do anything for them. You seem t
have Outaanked Them
"0h. no; I'm not much Of astrategist
l moved on their works, and captured
them. It's my sellshness; l want tC
hear Thursby and Cary with thost
children's ears tonight, that's all, Ant
if you will kindly write little note
assuring the mother that will not cal
her children, the boy will call for it
And now good-morning. l shalt SCI
you next summer in the woods"
The rector presses his friend to tarry
but he pleads business, and hurries
away.
Now he mysteriously disappears
again. After a few hours we find hin
seated before the crate, in his cOzy room
at the Parker House; the telegram has
gone to Cincinnati with the bad new,
that he is not coming; the oratoriC
tickets have been purchased; dinner
has been eaten; there is time for rest
and he writes few letters to thost
nephews and nieces who know, by tbi'
time, to their great grief, that they vii
not see Uncle Hall to morrow.
Meantime, the hours have passed
cheerily at the little room Of the John
sons, on DenisOn street; for, though thr
kindness of their unknown friend coult
not heal the hurt caused by the hard
ness of their greedy employer, it has
helped them to bear it. Ber
has brought from the rector al
enthusiastic note about Mr.. Todd, ant
the children have waited in delighted
anticipation of the evening. Prompt
ly, at half-past seven, the step Of thei
friend is on the stair, and his knock At
the door.
"Come in, sir" says Ben. 1t is {
very different voice from that of The
boy who was talking at Jackman 4
Company's entrance a few hours ago.
"This has been day of great expecta
tions here" says Ben's mother. 81 dC
not know what could have been prom
ised the children that would have
pleased them more. OF music they
have had passionate love from infan
cy. and they haven't heard much lately
"Well, they shall have tonight tht
best that Boston affords, says Mr. Todd
"Now, you must tell me your name
my boy. We want a good understand
ing before we start"
"Ben, sir, is what my mother calls
me-"
"Ben johnson, eh? A first class
name, and a famous one, CorrectH
laughs Mr.. Todd. "And now, will tht
little lady tell me her name|
"Ruby, sir, is all there is of it." an
swers the maiden.
"Well, Ruby" says Mr.. Todd, "you
name is like the Boardel's coffee: it il
good enough what there is of it, ant
there's enough of it, such as it is. Now
you want to know what to call me
My names Uncle Hal. That's wha
II lot of boys and girls out West woult
have been calling me tomorrow if
hadn't missed the train; and if you'll
ust let me play, tonight, that I'm you
uncle, l shall have great deal bette
time"
So they go off merrily.
Music Hall is packed from floor t.
topmOst gallery. On either side Of tn
great organ rise the ranks of the cho
eight hundred singers; the orchestra i
massed in front; the soloists are jus
entering, to take their places at tn
left of the conductor.
"There's Miss Cary cries Ruby
eagerly.
Mr.. Todd points out to the childrel
the other singers whom they do no
know, and, while he is speaking, til
click of Mr.. Zerrahn's baton is heart
the musicians of the orchestra lift thei
instruments, and the glorious strain
of the overture burst upon the ears Q
the wondering children,
But no wise historian will try to te
about this evenings music, nor hoy
Ruby and Ben enjoyed it, More tina
once, in the rush of the great choruse!
Ben finds himself catching his hreatl
and there is rosy spot all the Will
on Ruby's cheek and dazzling bright
} ness in her eye. Mr.. Todd watche
them, momently; he listens, as he sait
l with their ears as well as his own, an
, finds his own pleasure trebled by thei
: keen enjoyment.
"Oh, Mamma" says Ben, as she tuck
9 him into bed, "it seemed, some of til
l time, as if was 60 full that | couldn
hold another bit. When Miss Thursh
l sang that song-you remember, Rub.
; What was itp"
81 know that my Redeemer liyeth
, answers Ruby.
u Eyes that's the one when she san
l. that, l thought my heart would ste
beating"
1 "But what l liked best" says Rub
$ true to her old love, twas one Mi
a Cary sang about the Saviour, He WI
u despised.
S at was all very beautiful, | knoN
Q my darlings," answered the mothe
d "but you must forget it now, as SOC
s. as you can, for it is late"
p The next morning, Ruby is wakent
II by the string of her mother. 20
II Mamma" she says, softly, putting h
J. arms about her mothers neck, 81 hi
e a beautiful dream last night, and
must tell it to you before you get Il
Ie dreamed that Miss Thursby w
standing OF a high rock on the seashor
singing that song, 4 know that n
Redeemer liveth'; and when she can
to that part, In the latter day he shf
d stand upon the earth, thought th
Is dear Papa lose ri hit up out of the Sc
s. and walked on the water TO the shor
It and that Mr.. Todd took him by Il
is hand and led him up to us; and just
{, he flew toward us, and caught you
% his arms, / woke up"
lr The desOlate mother kisses Il
daughter with tears, but can not answt
le Beside that dream the dark and ste
u reality is hard to look upon. Yet, SON
g. how, the child's heart clings to Il
70 comfort of the dream.
Presently her eyes are caught by
r. unwonted display of colors on a chs
beside the bed. "Oh, what are these