Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1882-04-20
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WluNUNNt r.
Spring-time, with the blue glimmer
OF viOlets on every sun.leaning mead.
ow-spring-time, with the crimson
glow Of blOssoming naples lighting up
the woods, and the sweet breath Of
growing green things filling the air
with most visible sweetness-and
little lame Mignonnette sat on the
doorstep, where the level sunshine
touched her bright hair with caressing
golden fingers, and watched the shad-
ows creep over the velvet grass of the
door.yard, and the white petals of the
plum blossoms showering down like a
periumed rain of snow around her
feet.
She was very small and slight, with
great gray eyes and Ied-brOWn hair
jmd transparent skin, where the pink
blood glowcd through like a reelection
of the wild roses themselves. Not
pretty-nobody ever thought Of calling
Mignonnette pretty-but one of those
sweet, wistful faces, with the inner
meaning somehow nesting back from
the surface. which irresistably tempted
one to look a second time. And as
she sat there, the gray kitten climbed
into her lap, and the spring chickens
with yellow velvet jackets and eyes like
black glass beads iluttering over her
very feet, and the motherly old hen,
who distrusted every other creatsd
thing, clucked close to the very folds
of her dress.
"What a beautiful world this ISL
Mipuonnette thought. "and how kind
people all are to me can't remember
the far.away time when Richard found
me, clinglng to my dead mothers
breast in the drifts of frozen snow,
but know they took me in and cared
for me, and l have been so happy here
eveI since. | think they love me; l
know that | love them,"
And Mignonnette leaned her chin on
both her hands and looked dreamily
over the sunny fields to where tiny
church spire rose out of the woods,
like finger pointing up to heaven.
Sylvia Martins clear, ringing voice
broke through the thread of thoughts
which unsophi5ticated MignOnnette
never would have thought OF calling
by so fine name as "reverie." She
had come out of the house, and stood
leaning against the Intel OF the door,
u bright, hazel-eyed brunette, tall and
shapely, and vigorous as a young for
est-tree.
$50 they are refurnishing the parlor,
ell, Mignonnetto? And Mr.. Richard is
having a new carriage built, and his
aunt is making up new bed-linen.
What does it all mean?"
NIignonnette looked I'D shyly, She
thought she must be very wicked for
disliking Sylvia Martin. but she could
not help it. Sylvia spoke with such a
loud voice, and she had such IA positive
way with her. and seemed to eXult so
in her own strength and vitality
whenever she was in the lame girls
presence 1t might be all her own fan.
ey but Mignonnette could net drive it
away
al suppose il means that we are %.
ing to have things nice and new" she
answered
"Is that all ?" lauphed Sylvia. swing
inc her bonnet TO and fro bv one of its
strings
"What else should it beP"
"Poohp said Sylvia. "As il you ex.
pect to make me believe you are such
blind mole as thatl Mr.. Richard is
going to be marriedp
"Marriedp Mignonnette's gray eyes
were wide open and wonder-stricken
now. "Who told you so, Sylvia Mar.
tinY"
"Little stupidr laughed Sylvia light.
". oCannot YOU see thing unless it
is told YOU in so many wordsp No.
body told me, vet known .. ..
"Marriedp repeated Mignonnette
"and to whom? Tell me, Sylvia
pleasep
"How should | know ?" retorted Syl.
via coloring and looking prettily co.
auettish. And the thought flashed in.
to Mignonnette's mind that Sylvia her.
self must be the future bride.
"Of course YOU won't like it." went
on Sylvia, "and it isn't natural that you
should.n
"Why should | netp" Mignonnettt
struggled brayely with herself to say