Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1882-02-16

Il will do as you say, mamma,
but"
But" passionately echoed Mrs. 0s.
borne; "there are no butts, Juanlta.
This has been my life's object"
And Juanita, perceiving the revtred
state of her mothers mind, fOrebore
from further remonstrance, for the
present, at least.
1t was Il day or two subsequently to
this that a card was brought to Mrs.
Bruce Osborne in her bCudoir-the
card of Guy Hayenham.'
"Show him up" was her brief re.
spOnse, and in moment the old lovers
stood face to face.
Guy Havenham was tall and hand.
some still, with dark, pleading eyes,
and only here and there "a silver thread
marring the luXurauce Of his ebon
locks. Did he think of auld lang syne
as he stood there, looking into the un-
fathomatle depths OF Flora OsbOrnes
eyes?
"Mrs. Osborne" he said earnestly, "a
have come to speak to you on "A subject
very near my heart-the welfare of our
Children
Speak on, Mr.. IIavenham," she an
swered, with pitilesS courtesy.
"You cannot be unaware of the deep
attachment which my son George has
formed for your daughter" went on
Mr.. Havenham,
"You aIe right" she replied quietly,
81 am not unaware Of it,"
"Juanita has refused him."
"0f that / am also aware" returned
Mrs. Osborne.
"And-excuse me if am laboring
under Il misapprehension-but | am
given to suppose that she is acting un-
der your influence"
"There is no misapprehensOn, sir
Juanita is a dutiful daughter, and IS
governed by my will
"Mrs. Osborne" said Havenham pas.
sionately, "if this goes on it will brraI;
my boys heart. tell you he loves
| herr
Mrs. Osborne curled her lip in cruel
stimulation of smile.
"What does it signify, the breaking
of heart more or less! My heart it
was broken once, but you see l have
survived it"
"FlOra"
speak the word again, Guy Haven
ham," Mrs. Osborne said ruthlessly
at has the ring Of Olden time in it;
it calls back the hour in which | vowed
to ba revenged. Your son shall never
call Juanita his wife. Others have
been brOken-hearted as well as he;
others have loved aud lost! Yet The
world goes on
"FlOra, you would never be 50 cru
elr
"WOuld | not2 You shall see"
"But listen to me. 1t is not for my.
self that | am pleading
NO; it is for one dearer far TO you
than yourself, otherwise the rcven 4
that is so sweet to me would lose hall
its sting, Coon your way, Guy Haven
ham, and drink to It's bitter drtg3 the
cup you once held 50 remorSelessly t
my lips"
She motioned Guy Havenham to thu
door, and he knew from the cold gilt
ter in her eye that there was no posi-
bility of appeal from her decision.
Guy IIayenham's sin bad come bacl
to his own hearthstOne to haunt hin
cvermJre.
A month afterward, as Guy Haven
ham lay tossing on slck-htd, raviu,
in his unreasoning delirium of the dark
eyed girl who had 50 cruelty refused
his son, "A cool soft hand fell on hi
forehead.
at is YOU, Flora Harton, come bacl
to drive me madw he slTieked.
NO, Guy" she said softly, 81 hav
come back TO forgive you. We ar
getting old, you and | we must b
mtrciful TO each other, as We hop
God will be mercirul to us. Juanit
lsves your son; she shall be his wife
and the dark past shall be forgotten.
"Flora" gasped the sick man, ian
| dreamingg'
NO." she answered, 81 have taste
my revenge, and it has turned to az
Piles of SOdom in my mouth. Hence
forward | will forget the dark dreau
Of my lifetime"
"0h, Flora" he murmured, "you
revenge is cOmpleter now than ever
could have been made by your ohdurg
cy. You have heaped Goals of lire W
on my head"
And Flora Osborne's burning heal
was finally at peace.