Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1882-08-10

the gun was dismissed by Kittic when
she found herself conversing so agree
ably with her queerly acquired friend;
and she was very much more attracted
to him than she imagined. She had a
lover already, and though twas strictly
against the rules of the institution to
hold any intercourse with males what
soever, she had often met him clandes-
timely outside the grounds. We call
this unintroducCd person her lover, but
he was not the sort of man she would
have chosen; her liking for Morton
HOllybrOOk was only induced by the
romance of their clandcstine meetings.
He was somewhat mysterious person,
on the whole, handsome and rather
romantic looking; but as she mentally
compared him with Harry Rodney, she
instinctively felt that her ncw-found
friend was far his superior.
The bevy of girls were as chatty as a
flock Of magpies, and equally bolster
Gus. The evening was nice and cool,
but the shadows of twilight fell early
us the weather grew colder and before
they were aware of it the bell rang for
study, and away they scampcrcd with
all the freedom and lightncss of spirits
of so many young nymphs of the Wild
wood, leaving Harry Rodney to reclimb
the wall and return to the hotel in the
village.
From the moment of his meeting
Kittic the young man fell desperately in
love with her, and, leading an indolcnt
life with more leisure than he could
dispose Of, he stayed at Faricfair, and
often climbed that seminary wall.
On Il certain occasion he undertook
to screnadc Kitiic with his guitar, but
was ut loss TO know which one Of the
many bedroom windows was hers
However, nowise despondcnt, he Sc
lcctcd one that was balconicd. and his
fingers were soon running over the
strings, in accompaniment with his
voice, in an Italian lovc-song. II was
one Of those dreamy moonlight nights
that harmonizc so well with the tender
emotions which thrill Il young lovers
breast, and the trees in the park all
around him rustlcd their leaves with
the cool, pleasant breeze signing among
the bows and branches. Presently Il
low, mulllcd sound broke the swectly
gliding tenor of his song aS the window
was raised; and the first intimation
poor Harry had that, by cruel ad-
rcrsity of fate, he had been scrcnading
Miss Perkins by mistake. was the re-
ccipt Of n drcnching, with water cold
enough to make his teeth chatter and
his form shlver, and TO open his eyes to
the practically Of this mundane sphere
and such of its prim inhabitants as
Miss Perkins. Such u reception was
well calculated to dampcn the ardor Of
even so devoted a lover, and YOU may
he sure Harry cooled off considerably.
But it did not cure his love for Kittic.
One morning, some time after this
event, Kttic, feeling unwcll, obtained
leave Of absence, and Strollcd out in the
park. Wandering listlesSly about, she
approached the tiny lodge at the park
gate, in which resided II youth called
Tom, who was hired to guard the gates,
run on crrands, and make himself gem
orally useful. As she approached the
little lodge, Tom came 10 the door
with two letters in his hand. lie was
Il sleepy youth, and the girls had often
been able to slyly leave the grounds
when he lay snoring in his chair out
side the door
"Nliss Lake said he, mystcriously,
"come here"
She drew near him and Asked
"What do you want?"
''It's strange miss" said he, rub
bing his nose and looking very mvs-
FERROUS, land | will explain what |
mean. There's been man here that
calls himself Morton Hollybrook, and
he writ these two lctters-one for YOU,
miss, and one for Miss Perkins"
Kittie held out her hand and quericd
impaticntly,-
"Well, why don't you give me
mineP"
"Ah, MISS replied he obviously.
chats the rub; don't know Which is
for you or which is for Miss Perkins,
as neither on EN- is directed"
"Then Kittic, somewhat puzzled,
said,-
"Give me both. will deliver one to
Miss Perkins, and keep one; if open
hers by mistake, will make the prop
er exchange and explain the reason
Tom handed her two envelopes, and
she walked away. Opening one,
she rcad,-
"Nlect me at midnight, under the blasted
oak In the glen, near the park wall ImpOr-
tant. Your own
MoRToN IIoLLyBRooK."
Much surprised, and entertaining no
doubt that the letter was meant for
herself, Kittie put it in her pocket and
entering the seminary, left the other
letter in Miss Perkins room. What
had he written TO the teacher? she
thought; and what was it so important
he wished to tell her (Kittie) that he
fixed on the hour of midnight and the
tryst in the dark parkP She was much
mystilied, and though well aware of the
improperly of such a meeting, deter
mined to keep the appointment. For,
am sorry to say that Kittie was by no
means n model girl, and had some
grave faults of character
That night she wrapped herself up in
Il waterproof cloak, asst was damp and
storm-threatening without, and precise
ly at twelve o'clock glided like an appa-
rition into the glade. A dark, silent
figure stood under the branches of an
old oak tree. As she approached the
man he walked to meet her, and catch
ing her by the wrists, he bent his face
near hers and said hissingly,-
"Ah, you have come, see! Do you
not think it wise step-say? But it
is fear that again drives me to you.
Yes, fcarl The constablos are even
now looking for mer'
Morton" " said she, in allow, frigtcn-
ed whisper, "what's the matter
you are angry-you tremble?'
81 am fugitive from justice!" he
answered. "Now give me what mon
ey you have"
She started in surprise and tried to
escape; but he held her fast
Morton" she said, "are you mad?
| have no money"
His eyes seemed to fairly blaze in the
darkness.
"Fool! of what avail this licP You
always were saving woman, and you
have not been teacher in this semi
nary for the past ten years we have
lived apart without boarding all your
salaries. Come, give me your bank