Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1881-06-09

IL ne oWlHp 10 HOW llle lace lOOkS dI
you. If it be with dead, cold eyes and
icy lips why, man, death itself at
times could not match it. 1t was Il
sweet face to hang in a locket."
With great simplicity he had express
ed my thought.
"NOw, your wife," | said in ban
tering way; 81 dare say she is a smart
girl, given to teasing you, and coming
TO meet you with your son on her back,
and then you three romp away home
again"
A sigh of anguish burst from the
honest fellows bosom, and for the first
time it dawned on me that in some
way | was blunderingly torturing him.
| began to talk of other things, and
strolled away with my bride on my
arm until | reached little gritty
stone-yard, where gritty fellow with
dusty eyc-lashes used to sing at his
work of making grave stones. lie was
at it still, evolving ROman-nOsed
angel in a smOck frOCk from block of
granite. lie was by all odds the mer.
riest fellow in Bloomsbury, and the
gossip of the county.
lie had many things to relate rela-
tive to his trade, and many inquiries to
make relative to the rascas it was my
business TO hunt down. He declared
himself sorry that circumstances had
made a stOne-breaker of one whom fate
clearly meant for u detective lie had
a pair of pinkish eyes, deeply set under
shaggy brOws, and Il face brim full of
and conceit. lie could climb
like Il cat, he told me, and could scale a
lichCned wall like lizard.
Presently he said that he had seen
me talk to a man for whom he had Il
great contcmpt--the blacksmith. This
was very droll. forsaw that the
stone-brcaker must have at some time
injured the Norwegian.
He told me at great length u long
scandal in which Jansen had mixed
himself up. lie had married half
idiot girl and fathcrcd her child, whose
father no one had ever seen or heard
of, and carried around with him pom
dcrous threat to kill any man, woman
or child who should speak lightly of
his wife.
AN that I cm say makes him Il
great aSS-thiS blacksmith more
50 because he is u poor man and keeps
his idiot like Il lady, with whitc-ringed
fingers, and in stuff gowns instead of
linscy; and, bless you, he has given up
all his ways, dropped all his pipes and
drinks at the public house for the sake
of Il wcnch who utters nothing but
slghs. This Norwegian of yours is a
prime calf, Mr.. Detective"
This Norwegian was Il lord, a dcm-
gud, u philosopher, a humanitarian,
whose bulk OvcrsladOwcd puny men,
such as the grayestOnC.makcr and !,
rs Il great tree would Uycrtop sumac.
Now I could understand all the
mean little daggcrs | had driven into
his heart II while ago this great,
splendid fellow, who wore his heart in
his sleeve for iackdaws to pick at.
Bit by hit during the next two days, |
gathered the whole sad history of his
There had been no court.
ship at all. The poor girls people had
cast her off, being purltans who wore
gray gowns and slept in night-caps.
She had not 4 friend in the world and
was in Il sore strait, being in urgent
need Of women friends and medicine.
| gel jansen went to her with the
smoke and grim of his forge on his
face aud hands, and spoke very feeling
ly and simply TO her. She went away
with him to the minister, aud llgers
sister, with much horror, but whole.
some fear of Jansen, took charge until
all was over. DAILY and hourly Ugle
hy her, asking nothing in
return, and hy and by he gave the
baby, whom all hated, his big brown
finger to hold and the little fellow slept
in peace
All this made l'glc the sport of the
village, and furnished the town
in ever lively scandal, but it
was talked of in smOthered way.
Jansen had the strength of an OK and
kept it solely to lavish on one man
when he should find him. conceived
the notion to help him in this project
Ny mare understood her business
well enough about this time to cast a
shoe. Jansen was not at the forge, the
shop was closed, and | was directed to
his house, II retired little spot, with
cluster of Glove pinks in a tiny plot in
front.
The poor wife's baby was ill-dying
with Il bunch of Glove pinks on its
pillow, and Jansen's finger fastened in
its little cold fist. Mrs. Jansen sat still
and gazed vacmtly at Ugle, while he
shivered as with an ague. Perhaps he
had prayed to God to take back that
child. He had done nobly by it,
though, and now he was even sorry.
1t was the same pure, pale face of
the organ loft, surrounded by a tangled
mass of curls of II rare dead gold hue,
and the sight of her gave me pang.
Jansen unlocked the little hand and
the pinks recklessly. Then
he bent over his wife and said soOth-
ingly: Come out into the air Adelaide
Jane will take care of baby-he will
be all right now"
She got up mechanically and they
met me at the door. The sight of me
had Il strange effect. She began to
remember days before her sorrow.
She put her hand to her heart, and
with a great cry fell at Jansen's feet.
Afterward she was sane, and begged of
him to let her go away at once-forev-
er. She thought he must loathe her.
He held her lluttcring little hand to
his lips while big tear fell on their
wcdding-ring.
you've had Il grcatb lack wrong
lass; when have righted that you
may go, if you wish. Until then l
am your brother-nothing higher nor
better. | am not fit for such as you.
Such as | am you have me bound body
and SOUL"
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