Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1882-05-04
HOW He CHOSE HER.


no mere toy, to hang with jewels and
decorate with expensive gewgaws, but
the companion on whose refinement
and cultivation depended the happiness
Of lifetime
Harry Orme was thoroughly in ear
nest in living, and he could not respond
to the frivolous maxims of those who
regard life as a holiday, to be spent in
pleasuretaking.
Thy Reverend Septimus Cliff was in
his study as Mr.. Orme entered it; he
looked up with welcoming smile.
"Already?" he asked.
"Yes, already. You have something
for me to do?"
"There's never any lack of that"
said Cliff, laughing. "We cIergymcn
are always too glad of hard working
deputies. Here's Il list of places that
ought to be visited this morning,
and"
"Ail right" nodded Orme, and
cheerily withdrew-in his element at
last, as an active and indefatigable
sit,er of good!
The first place TO which he pene-
trated was a dismal den on the very
top.nOor of swarming tenement
house, where lay Il child dying of Il
disease so lOathsOme that the very
neighbors kept aloof
Orme's entrance was greeted with
noisy gratitude by the mother and sis.
ter of the little sufferer, although they
acknowledged that their necessities
wtre not so great as they had been
'sefore the young lady came"
"What young lady?" asked Orme,
wondering within himself whether any
woman could have had the nerve and
resolution to penetrate into this scene
of suffering,
"Why, the young lady, to be sure"
said Bridget O'Brien-"she that goes
everywhere, when they're in trouble,
tbe saints be kind to her~
"0h" thought our hero, cone of the
Sisters of Charity, | suppose"
The mother took up the cup of nau.
oeous medicine, and approached the
poor little sick-bed.
"Come, honey" she said, "you know
you promised Miss Darcy you'd take
it good, be the same token she gave
you the pretty picture,booll."
"Miss D'Ar2y?" echoed Owen, sud.
denly turning round.
eyes, sure-Miss Evelyn; and isn't
it she comes here every day to see the
poor darlint?'
Evelyn Darcy! it was not 80 com.
mon a name as to be easily mistaken.
but Orme was quite certain that there
was some misunderstanding. Evelyn
Darcy was a young lady whom he |
Ind long regarded rs a heartlegs belle.
The next abode marked down by the
pencil of the Rev. Septimus Cliff was
that of poor old couple, alone, friend.
less, and just sinking into their second
childhood.
"Ah, it's a gentlemanr said the old
woman, fyinking back in her chair with
something of disappointed look, as
Orme entered, in obedience to he. shrill
"Co'ne in" 81 thought maybe, twas
th1 young lady come back; she said
perhaps she would come to read to us
a little more, if she got through her
other visits in time. There amt no.
body can make my old man hear like
Miss Evelyn, though she don't speak
loud neither"
"Miss Evelyn?"
eyes, to be sure" petulantly answer
ed the old woman. "Miss EVELYN
Darcy. wish she'd come back! She's
here every day to read to us, rain or
shine. I'm sure 1 don't know what
we'd do without her!'
While 0rme still stood there, a soft
knock sounded at the door, and a slen-
der young girl entered, in a gray dress,
with veil drawn closely over the brim
of her hat. She stopped, with a slight
Start Of surprise, as she confronted him,
"Nlr. 0rmer
al hope l am not interfering with
your sphere Of duties, Miss Darcy"
he said, rather awkwardly.
"Not Of ,l,n soid TuoIr, oor,nouo,
1v "Thora;, n,"ntr % nsSym ~ 1ai,- VDLipo'eu' s u
Mr.. Orme."
M ,hou,,. .,... -,s,,
never had seen her so beautiful as she
was at that instant, with the faint !
roses Of exercise glowing in her cheeks,
and the sober gray dress setting off her t
delicate beauty as a border of dark t
enamel enharces the glitter of a gorge
Gus diamond. Was this the girl whom t
he had fancied to be mere fashion |
able butterfly! I
!, -erywhere tbrouphout tbe drearv t
route Of want. novertv and sickness l