Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1881-01-06

/ Wncn ne wants 10 write, ana speaking
very low, and keeping out of his way
except when you're wanted, for he has
Just come from England, where they
are particular about servants"
Becky colored high, and the next
moment reproached herself for hel
foolish sensityeness. After all, what
was she but Il servant?"
"Yes, ma'am, Twill remember" shC
made answer meekly, and folded NJ
Miss Towers black barege shawl, whilt
that lady hurried out into the kitchel
to see if the fire was in condition fol
divers and sumdry sayOry compounds
designed to tempt the appetite of the eX
pected guest.
81 wish he wasn't coming" thought
Becky. I'VE have been 50 happy TO-
gether I'LL the summer, and now"
But Miss Towers voice. shrilly calling
to Becky to come and stonesomc rails
ins for her, interrupted the discomfort,
ed fragment of a revclie into which she
had fallen.
Miss Towers was mrayrd like unto
the lilies Of the field, in her new steel
cOOred silk dress Our imlcapplcs Ia
the general gorgcOusness of her appar-
el, not its color merely and white sat
in ribbons, when the stage rumblcd in
to sight round the corner of the fence,
where huge willow waved its green
banner, shutting Of all outside view he
yond its streaming boughs.
Little Becky Ilarland, VIII, had been
on the qHj cioe at the garret window
came lying down stairs like Il thistle
blown by the summer breeze
"Oh Miss Towers. Miss Towers,
there is gentleman all alone on the
back seat of the stage. and | am sure
it must be Mr.. Towers"
"AIr. Towers" repeated the old lady,
in an accent almost of irritation.
"Why Rebecca, I'm sure Eve told YOU
that his name isn't Towers; it is
But here she broke short of, hurry
ing to the front door 10 greet the new
conner willie Becky, in an unaccomta-
bic fit Of shyneSs, shrank back into the
corner, and looked up intently at the
picture Of Ruth and Naomi that hung
over the mantcl-piccc.
81 wish he haclu't come wish he
hadn't come" repeated Becky over and
over to herself. I'VE were 50 hapuv
before"
And then, remembering Miss Tow
CrS' iudicous advice as to excepting ont
Of the way, except when she was want
cd," Becky turned to escape ont among
her friends, the downy chickens at the
south door; but to her infinite discom-
llturc, Just ms she opened the door,
Miss Towers strcl-culOrcd silk ruStlrd
up to The threshold with tall, stately
figure walking by her side, and poor lit
tie Becky came face to face with them,
her cheeks dyed scarlet, and the red
brown hair disheyclcd by her haste,
yet looking wonderfully pretty withal,
"Itc.bcc-ca." slowly cnmciatcd Miss
Towers. in an accent bctokcning Il sort
Of mild diSpIcasuc
I}Ut her tall companion, a man Of
about thirly-Iiyc, with dark gray eyes,
hair black as a ravens wing, and a face
which, if not strictly handsome, bore
the exquisite outlines of refinement,
had hastiIypasscd her, and entered the
room.
"Bccky, My darling Becky."
Colonel Falconer" was all the girl
could gasp, 50 totally bcwildcred was
She
BLESS my soul" calculated Miss
Towers, rubbing her spectGcles as if
she would Wear hole in the crystal
lenses: "howeyer did Rcbccca get lc-
quantcl with my brothrr:'
was engaged to he married to him
once, Miss Towers" said Becky, color
ing and smiling, for there was some.
thing in Colonel Falconer's eyes that
told her all The past was in u fair way
to be forgiven,
And she will be- again Gmicr, un-
less | have lost all my old arts Of per-
suation" dcmwely added Colonel Fal-
COucr.
But cried Miss Towers, "whv
didn't you tell me, Rebecca?"
because, Miss Towers" answered
Becky Il never dreamed for an in
slant that your brothers name was any
thing but Towers, or that Colonel Fal-
concr could by any possibility he rela-
ted to you"
We'll" cried Miss Towers, "ir this
don't beat all that ever heard of that
Maurice Falconer should Dear me
there goes the kettle boiling over in the
back kitchenw
And away went Miss Towers, every
house-wifely instinct in her bosom
reused by the sibilant sounds Of the cs-
Gaping clouds of vapor.
When she came back-it is but just
to state that she stopped TO take the
two pans Of buttermilk biscuit out of
the oven, and to reach down srndry
tumblelS of amber Jelly from the top
shelf in the cupboard Colonel Falcon
er and Becky IIarland were very snug
and confidential on the front porch.
Becky blushed little when Miss Tow
ers came out, but she did not withdraw
her hand from Maurice FalcOner's.
"Well," said that lady, after single
keen glance through the gold specta-
clcs, 81 s'pose | shall lose my hired
help
"Ycs but then, sister Eunice,' said
the Colonel, ~ shall gain such a sweet
little wife"
as it really so?' said Miss Towers
"Yes, it is really So" laughed Becky
"But oh, Miss Towers, shall never in
all my life forget how kind you have
been to me-"
And she stole up TO Miss Towers and
kissed her withered cheek so fondly
that the old lady had to wink hard to
keep back the tears.
"Well, well, go along" quoth the
old lady. 81 don't know that l blame
you, Rebecca, nor Maurice either
Young folks will be young folks"
And she very sensibly went back TO
finish getting tea.
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