Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1881-11-10

lamenting, This time our heroine
knew better than to go to the front
steps, and made her way meekly to the
area bell.
Strawberries, is it?" said the little
girl who came to the door. an ask the
missis."
Mrs, Dysart herself presently came
to the door, and IIoratia started to see
the marvellous dissimilarity between
the Mrs. Dysart of society and Mrs.
Dysart at home Her skin was sallow,
wrinkled and blOtched, here and there,
from the two frequent use of powerful
cosmetics; her hair was screwed up in
to a little papHlotes, secured by pins,
making a perfect cheCauy de tiise of
her head; her beautiful figure was
lathy and straight, like a pump draped
in calico
Strawberries of course not, at this
season of the year." said Mrs. Dysart
snappishly. "Im not made of money!
And she slammed the door in lIora-
tias face.
miss Ferars will buy them, at all
events" said IIOrat;a to herself. Iu.
cille Ferrars was always noble hearted
and generous"
TTow much are they said the
fair Lucille, coming to the head of the
basement stairs, in a dishaJWe Of
greasy pink cashmere and soiled
white apron.
eighteen cents Il basket"
"Pshaw" said Lucille supercilliOus-
ly. "As if l was going to pay such a
price as that. I'll give you ten'
"They are unusually fine" said lIora-
tia timidly.
al shan't give cent over eleyen.'
1Ioratia turned away.
81 wonder you fruit girls have the
face to ask such price" said Miss
Lucille Ferrars, lingering herpurSe-
strings, Twelve, there-aud that's
more than they're worth"
81 cannot sell them under the price
| have named," persisted IIOratia,
shrinking from the sharp, glttering
eyes.
"GO about your business, them said
Lucille. an see the whole tribe of
you starve, before I'll be imposed up.
on SOL"
IIoratia felt herself disenchanted.
Could it be possible that this Shrewish
miser was her soft-yoiced friend, Lu-
cille Ferrars?
Perhaps Uncle Peles's views OF hui
man nature may not be so very much
amiss, after all" she said, with u half
sigh after she had made some half
dozen more pilgrimage5, and more than
half Of her berries remained unsOld.
Miss Parker's house was the last on
her list. IlOratia had let it remain
until the other places We're all visited,
she herself could hardly have told why
perhaps because Justus Parker had
been her paBtner in the German" the
night before. She liked Justus Parker
yet she somehow distrusted his gen.
Tie, nice, and smooth manner,
~ am afraid it is all put on - size
said to herself. "But Uncle Pelag was
determined | should go there, and |
will not shrink, now that the ordeal is
so nearly over
The servant requested her to 90 up
IAN see the young lady herself-she's
in her own room mostly"
IIOrata had heard of Laura larkers
lingering spine disease, although she
never had seen her. And her heart
beat slightly as she ascended the softly
carpeted flight of stairs, carrying her
basket of berries.
Justus was sitting on low chair be.
side his sisters sofa, at the further end
of the room; he rose and came for
ward as the stranger entered
This basket is too heavy for you to
carry" he said, taking it from her
arm aud moving forward a seat, with
sort of Unconscious chivalry.
at is not 50 heavy as it seems said
she somewhat bitterly; "and if it were,
am nothing but a strawberry wo'
man.
"But Isuppose Il strawberry woman
has feelings and sensations like Other
people, said Justus Parker smiling
"Sit down a moment, while my sister
looks at your fruit
"You must be very warm," said
Laura Parker gently. LAY back yon
vail. Justus, please ring for glass OF
water
Horatia accepted the water, but re
fused to unfold her vail. 1t was alto
gether too good medium for her t
observe the quiet tenderness witt
which Justus Parker treated his inva
lid sister-the open Bible on the table
the fresh flowers by the sofa, all mute
tokens of thoughtful love and care.
Miss Parker bought half a dozel
baskets of berries, without word o
exception to the price,
"They are the finest have seen thi
year, she said, "You must COM
again when you have more"
Horatia Mere's cheeks were burnin!
when she made her escape at last, botl
basket and heart considerably light
ened.
"Nyell, mcle!' she cried gleefully
when she at length reached home, "
have earned the YiiOmphe de Gands!
"Have you been TO all the placesY"
"Yes, allw
And she told him her adventure!
with playful humor.
"Not bad days work" said Uncl
Peleg, laughing.
Miss Horatia Mere had the hant
soonest refreshment table and the bes
sales of any young lady at the fair, an
Justus Parker was her favorite cust(
mer.
The result of the fair, not an uncom
mon one, if all reports are true, wa
one wedding, if not more. Horati
Mere was married to Mr.. Parker, bu
not till after the honeymoon did h
know the story of how his aristocrati
little bride had sold Strawberries!
"Was it wrong of me?" she aske
wistfully.
"Under the circumstances, No." NJ
Parker answered gravely.
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