Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1881-02-03

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blame her for the bitter tears that
rolled down her cheek under the friend
ly shadow of her vail, as she walked
rapidly along the silent streets.
1T was all nonsense, said Jcanie to
herself; "he never was fond of me, and
he'll care less than ever now that he
has that Miss Rena Nicholson to amuse
him. I've got my living to earn and |
may just as well lay aside other ideas
first as last"
Group, is it," And Jcanic Cath
cart started up in her bed, at the ter
riiied face of Rena Nicholson. And
Mrs. Ducklands gone to Maine, and the
master away from home, What does
the nurse say"
"She don't know II thing about it,"
stammcred the terrified Rena. "She
was never nurse at all before she came
here, only laundress."
"Ill be ready directly" said Jcanie
springing to her feet and beginning to
dress with rapidity. "My little broth
er used to he croupy; no fear but will
know how to manage him.
And so, when Mr.. MOreton arrived
from his wcarisome journey, just as the
gray Of the dusk and the crimson of
the dawn were contcuding in the sky,
he found Jeane Cathcart sitting in the
nursery, with little Robbie in her lap,
and heard from the doctor that the
young seamstress' skill and presence of
mind had probably saved his life.
at wasn't much could do, SIR said
Jeanic, coloring and modest: "but am
used to such things, and was too
thankful to be of use"
Somehow they made Il heroine out of
simple Jeanic Cathcart; and Sandy
McEVoy, the scales seeming suddenly TO
fall from his eyes, questioned within
himself how it was that he had never
noticed how prettyand ladylikc She had
grown.
''Shc isn't like the rest of en-"
thought Sandy. 'Hut then her father
was a minister of the kirk, and gave
her real good education. wonder
nov, how small select school
would 90, with me at its head? could
teach spelling and arithmetic, know;
and she for the other branches. 1t
would be more gcnteel; but whether
there would be more monpyto be made,
or not"
And Sandy clipped vigorously away
at the young shoots Of the Bourbon
rose tree he was pruning. II was GER
tainly a matter worthy Of serious con-
sideration.
The idea had been put into his head
by seeing Icanie, in her pretty green
gingham dress, sitting ON the lawn,
with the little children around her
Mr.. Morton would trust them to no
body's care but hers now-and "thc
master" himself smoking on the piazza;
for the establishment had now been
moved into its country quarters, ON the
syvan shores of the Hudson river.
And .Icanie, with the red gold lights Of
her hair all irradiated by the afternoon
sunshine, and her cheeks flushed with
damaSk pink more frecklcs now
did look pretty enough to agitate even
the shallow nature of the head gardener
"You're sure they're not firing you.
Jeanic" said Mr.. MOreton kindly.
"Oh, no, sir" She lOOkcdup bright
ly. Its like the old times, when had
little sisters and brothers of my own,
playing round the Mansc door, in hon
ME Scotland"
She said no more, for Mr.. MoretOn
seemed to be falling into Il rcyerie,
with slightly contracted brows, and
eyes fixed abscntly, of course on her
own face.
"Jeanie, are you going in:'
Sandy McEyoy spoke suddenly, as
Jeanie Cathcart brushed by him in the
next evenings twilight.
"Stop Il minute, Jcanic, please, |
want to spcal; to YOU"
He could scarcely see her face in the
purple gloom, with the frc-llcs flash
ing athwart it momentary sparks of
brilliancc, but there was II strange
quiyer in her voice as she answered
him:
I'm ina hurry Sandy; but say what
you're wanting to-
ut can't be said in a hurry though.
stammered sandy awkwardly, "Jeauic
we used to be fond of each other in the
old times"
Used" echoed JeaDie Il little bitter
ly. But things are changed now,
Sandy: your manner has told me that u
thousand times
"Not so much as yOu think for
Jeanic," persisted Sandy stoutly, and
yet with the air of one willing to con-
fer an infinite favor. "Tm willing to
marry you tomorrow, Jcmic, if you'll !
only say the word"
Brighter than the lire-ilies flashed
out her eyes in the growing dusk; he
could see the Multiplying, half-cOn-
tcmptuous smile upon her lips.
I'm obliged to you, Sandy, but |
happen TO be engaged"
TO ne married
eyes, to be married"
Sandy stood moment in diScOmli,- |
ted silence before he could ask further:
81 suppose you won't tell me who tits
to?'
81 don't know why | should not"
Jcanie answered quietly. "To Mr..
Moreton"
Sandy fairly jumped, "Why, Jeanic,
you'll be mistress of lis all. Mr.. More
tons wife! Who dreamed of such
good luck for yOu?'
And Sandy McEvoy felt that the cup
of his rejection had within its bitter
ness the added drop of envy.
But Jeanie Cathcart's heart was full
only of humble thankfulness that God
had been so good to herl
Every Time.
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