Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1882-11-02
THE STORY OF A VISIT.


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What old roundabout ways Cupid
chooses! What queer little messengers
he dispatches on his errandS:: what
innocent conspirators they are!
Little Jenny Jones did not know
what she was about as she tripped
along the field way to Doriey Grange
that fine June morning, between the
many-colorcd long meadow grasses
weighted with dew--drops' yet the
tkree-cornered note IN her han9 was
the match that was to set a-golng. u
long train OF events and be the begin
ming of the end he delights in.
Jenny made her way up to the back
door, and into the low, on Kitchen,
and presently old Susan put her head in
at the door of the breakfast-roomi'
which in the morning was school
room, too, and said:
, Miss Ellicc, here's letter for you
from Miss Furnival,
When Ellice mad read it she got up
from her chair OF office at the end OF
the table.
"Now, children, get on with your
work, there's dears. Jack, get that
sum finished before l come back; and
Sybil, sit up, and hold your pen right;
shan't be long away"
And then she fitted out into the ball
and through the wide open door into
the garden, where the rose trees were
holding Zip their bonny red heads, and
the warm air was full Of the humming
of bees and the scent Of woodbine.
Down the long walk to the left she
went, where, among the red currant
bushes, u large straw hat was to be
seen bobbing up and down.
"MOther, dear, cried Elllce, mere S
u note from Cousin Mary, and she
wants us girls to 80 and help her this
afternoon with n lot Of library books.
I'll say yes, | suppose? There's no
reason why we shouldn't go?'
Mrs Holt thought u moment, and
then said; "No, certainly, 30 by all
means"
"Why don't Oracle and Belle come
and help:you gather those currantS?'
"They are coming very soon, my
dear"
I'D like TO help, sad Ellice, but
must not, suppose" and then she
went back through the sunshine.
The mother, bending down to thu
ripe, red clusters, had still the picture
in her eye OF the 1.-the, straight, Whltc
robed figure, with the dark-haircd heaC
so daintily poised, stan ding against tht
background of the old red wall OF
/. which the apricots were ripening.
"How pretty the child getST sh'
said to herself, and her mouth and he
eyes smiled, and softcned into th'
expression that only mothers face
wear.
A few hours afterward, amid tn
cheerful clatter of dinner, the afternoon
arrangements were discussed, as al
other family details were, in full con
clavc. Mrs. Holt sat with her back t.
the open window, against which TIN
blind ilappcd gently in the warn
breeze, her husband opposite; Ellice oil
one side, with Jack and Sybil on eithc
hand, and Gracie and Belle on tn
other. .-.s, ,.
Belle was next IN order to ElIlce, an
just back from school 'ior good,
bonny, healthy, lI-year old lasslc
Oracle was the orphan niece OF MI
Holt-tall, fair-haired' graceful stlll i
deep mourning garments for the loss G
her mother~ ,.- -,
"Fifteen loads, my dear!, said MI
Holt, in answer to IS wife. "W
couldn't begin carrying until lOo'cloc
the dew wasso heavy 4 don : thln
we shall gaI INTO iae long meauow n tC
day howpver, lne glnss lS.yery ny
ana l thinf we are IN lor lons 9Pe
OF hnc weathcr. noh remchper
hner ;ayti'e.'ana ,s ,t,l never i, ), hsu oe''e
lot OF melt ihan 1hls year. AT, H. 80
faihG,l ssanoach, may aoiii . a,i
Harold Ppcei come tomorrow aitel
noon and work IN the nay near =,
ayes, my.lad, though ! guess II
more mlsemef thah work 'hat you
dol! =, =,
"May Bessie come itooF pleade
Sybl. -
you might cal az tae VI yIeaTTag' M :
girls, safi snp io ino'not I any ",t1 "'T Nv, i,
the chlldr9nst9 come anu spenu l.l,l y ni ION
afternoon ana perhaps you could MAJ
age to take- a,ipasket OF currant
There are egood many things ior yo
to 40 on ypurWay' you. nou must H take
Dunuie Oh Eag 70 T,a pes., M ,;s,,o ntceIi f. nn ~,
call and sqe h9Y that poor li''le iarl
Caswell Isl 1 a. ro,.n;o.t,,,
"and a. Mts sorro,vi aaa Groc
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