Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1881-04-07

Decca Band, which always meets II
the chapel on Sunday evenings, AM
Deacon Halstead calls for me in hi
box wagon. If you feel so piously in
clined," with covert sneer, "you cal
read your prayer book at home"
And so Clara found herself gradual
degenerating into the merest house
hold drudge, under her aunts iron rule
She went nowhere, and saw nobody
"Pretty!" Mrs, Brushby would scorn
fully remark, when a neighbor chance,
to hazard an opinion concerning he
niece. "Nonsence! Just exactly like
colorless celery sprout that has bee
grown in the cellar, and never a wOr
to say for herself"
And if by chance Clara was invite
to join in any of the neighborhood fes
tivities, Mrs. Brushby made haste t
decline for her.
"Clara never goes out" she said
she has no taste whatever for sue
things, poor dear"
Until the people began actually t
believe that Clara Cone was either
recluse or an idiot.
The pale factory girl had just take
the teapot off this especial evening
when Mrs. Brushby uttered an exclamt
tion of surprise.
"Wisk the things into the close
quick, Clara" said she. "Put tn
bread behind the family Bible. Don
leave that bottle of pickles on tn
mantel, Mr.. Selwyn is coming"
A minute and a half later Mrs
Brushby, in her best black silk apror
greeted the clergyman with her sweet
est smile.
"My visit is intended to your niece
Miss Cone, as well as to yourself" sal
Mr.. Selwyn, after the topic of tn
weather had been duly discussed an,
exhausted.
"0h, Clara said Mrs. Brushby, sim
pering-"Clara wishes to be excused
Clara sees no company, really re
greet the young girls eccentricity
but"
And she rolled her green eyes heav
onward, with a deprecating motion o
the hands.
"She never comes to church." saic
Mr.. Selwyn, gravely.
"Ah-h.h-h" groaned Mrs. Brushby
"her heart is like the neither milestone
If you knew, dear Mr.. Selwyn, how
have striven with herr
Mr.. Selwyn looked concerned.
81 ain beginning Il series of sermon
to young people, this next Sunda.
evening. Pray use your utmost en-
deavors to induce this young girl to at
tend"
And Mrs. Brushby promised that sh
would, and the young clergyman tool
his leave.
"You must" said Mrs. Brushby.
please, please, aunt, don't ask me-
said Clara, with tears in her dark lin
pid eyes.
"What Il goose you are~ said Mrs
Brushby, "as if it made any earthl,
difference! And | must have tn
dress to wear to church tomorrow
evening. Mr.. Selwyn is to preach tn
first Of Il series of sermons to youn
people, and am specially interested il
them"
"But never sewed on Sunday in m
life"
"The dressmaker has disappointe,
me, and | must have the dress. \ fey
seams and nOunces, more or leSs-wha
do they matter? I'll risk your soul
And nobody need ever know An,
only think Clara Cone, what | hay
done for you"
"Oh, aunt, / can't" cried Clara, in
choled voice. at wouldn't be right
aunt"
"And who sat you up as a judge o
right and wrong, I'd like to know?
almost shrieked Mrs. Brushby. "Now
take your choice either finish up thi
cashmere dress for me by Sunday moo
or leave this house"
Clara was silent for a moment, an,
then she spoke:
81 will leave the house." she said.
"And l fully endorse and approve o
your decision,' said Mr., Selwyns voice
as he stepped in from the opened-doore
portico, where his knock had bee
drowned by the high accents of Mr.!
Brushby's vituperation. leave til
house, Miss Cone, and | will see that
refuge is provided for you at the HON
of Miss Foxe."
Mrs. Brushby stood startled as we
as dismayed. Clara Cone, pale an
silent, laid her hand on the minister
arm, and left the room and the hous
Honest Miss Foxe was amazed whe
Clara Cone took refuge with her.
"Well," she declared, 81 always kne'
that Cornelia Brushby was reguli
grinder, but l did suppose she ha
some Christian decency about he
Yes, child, you are welcome to IN
spare room, and / shan't charge you an
board. dare say you will lend
hand, now and then, when am bus
and your company will be deal {
comfort to me-"
But Miss Foxe didn't have that con
pany long. Mr.. Selwyn had becon
deeply interested in the pale, clear-eye
factory girl, and before the wild ros,
blossomed along the verge Of the wood
the parsonage had Il mistress, and NJ
Selwyn no longer came under the hea
of unmarried clergymen.
Mrs. Brushby's tender aspiration
were blighted in the bud; but a bal
headed old bachelor bought the factor
just about that time, and the widow
transferred her attentions to the ne
comer-and, with many mods al
winks she gives the general public
understand that Mr.. Selwyn is her +
jected lover.
"You see," says Mrs. Brushby, wi
her green eyes of confiding artlessne
uplifted, 81 never could reconcile m
self to the trials of a minister's wife
Speaking of Governors suggests t
mention of an item we received fro
Mr.. Henry A. Knight, Foreman
Chas. Waters & Co.'S Governor al