Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1881-05-19
3 for tonight, at least, ,,o,u ".
.ltO the hall to meet her dead.

He nu.ou ,.u.s past and she gOc.
hack into the drawing room again
Jack has ridden round TO the yard anc
will be in directly. III the fear is for
gotten in the thought that in another
minute he will be with her safe by his
own lircsidr, aud she makes up hcl
mind TO be very bright and cheerful
this evening, and never to tell him how
frightened and wrelchcd she has beer
all this long hOrrid day.
Poor Dolly! Poor little wife. stand.
ing OH the hrarthrig in her pretty
white dress, Il smile on her sweet
watchful fncc, Il loving look in the
brown eyes turned so often toward the
door waiting for the moment when her
husband shall come in. The door
opelis.
"Jack" size cilea and springs for.
ward with II glad cry of welcome,
It is Martin, standing on the TIRES
hold his iaCo gray and leaden.
"Thc master has come; heard him
ride by a moment ago. He will he in
directly. Why do you look like that,
Martini" For the old man is lifting
his trembling hands as if to push her
back,
"God keep him from harm" lie
gasps. "But, oh, ma'am! The horse has
come home without its master" And
then he breaks down. "But maybe
he's only had a fall, and hurt himself.
The police and all lave gone to look"
There is no grief ON the wirc's face
rs she listens. In one second all the
joy had been stamped out, but there is
something awful in tile expression of
her eyes-a look that, thank God is
not often seen in Il wOman's face. All
the soft womaly beauty has given
place to this fierce strange face Then
the words fall from her lips like wall
"They have killed HIM Oh, my hus-
bandw
There is woe and weeping and DESC
lation in Ballyhague; lights flashing,
servants running about wildly, the
women sobbing, the men with pale
scared faces; all instinctly keeping out
of sight of the stricken wife, who, with
a face like death, gives her orders with
such calmness. She has no hope, will
listen to none. She knows as surely as
if he lay dead at her feet that her hus-
band has been murdered-that she will
never hear his voice again. Never
again, and she docs not cry yet. The
fountains of her grief will have all the
rest of her life to weep themselves dry
Yet there surely must be some lin
gering of a faint shadowy hope in her
breast; for, during the terrible hours
of torturing anxiety that follow, Dolly
moves softly about, getting all in read
iness, making preparations with heI
own shaking hands. And oh, the
pity of it all, to see the poor wife turn
ing down the bedclothes and lighting
the candles on the dressing table, tc
have all ready if so be that Jack is
brought home not dead!
Only once does she break down; thai
is when she passes into Jacks dressing
room and sees his things hanging before
the fire in readiness for him, his slip
pers warming on the hearthrug-the
slippers she worked with her own
hands in the happy days when she was
first married. At sight of these
inanimate things she breaks into 6
tempest of fearless sobs, "Jack! Jack
my darlingl my darling" She is wild
with fear. Poor Dolly! In all thu
days to come she can never have sucl
happiness as the few short years of hel
welded life. And as she waits ant
listens and watches, while every heart
beat is bringing the time nearer, sh.
does not know that what she is sui
fering now,the almost uncomfortable sus
pense, will, in the after days, seem u
nothing compared TO that greater othe
suffering that Is to come,