Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1882-08-24
in THE MORNING.

in THE MORNING.
In the morning" She said, looking
away from the face which sought hers
with a glance persistent, questioning.
II cannot decide tonight. In the
morning will give my answer"
why not to-night?' he asked, in
reply. II have heard. Miss North,
that your ideas are peculiar, romantic.
Your acts are original and decided;
YOU do not believe in walking in the
same old path in which your mother
and grandmother trod before you."
True; but | usually please myself,
Mr.. Tracy. Therefore, my only answer
at this time s-in the morning
The moon shonc brightly upon her,
and she was very white tonight. Miss
North seldom betrayed any nervous
emotion before people. She was cool
and self-rcliant, rarely losing her self
poiSc But now the slender, ringrd
fingers Of her fair, shapcly hand trcm-
blcd Il triile as they closed tightly over
her dainlily-carvcd ivory FAM and She
Iluttcred il u little unstcadily, though
the breeze came strong and sweet from
the garden below.
\ hush seemed to come over them
for the space Of Il moment. She waited,
thinking he might answer, and drew
back Il tritlc, leaning her head against
the fringed cypress sprays that clung
TO the pillars of the portico.
He earnestly scanned her proud
contour and figure, for he had met
them for the first time that day; and
he had not yet become familiar with
the shade Of the ight-brown hair, nor
the changing lights and shadows Of her
OrbS.
They had been defiant. then fright
cncd; now they were cold, and now
tender; and at last they grew tired and
wistful. Yet. with all these changes,
they never lost their honest expression,
but looked like great child-cyc> SET in
woman's thoughtful countcnancc.
And rs he watched her, his heart
ycarnCd toward her, rs it had never
before done for any woman's love.
Miss North he said; and then he
paused II moment, seeming 10 study
her thoughts.
For answer She looked up question:
ingly, and her weary look was more
decided now.
ada he said again, more softly,
and as he spoke her name Il flush crrpt
over her checks, and she dropped her
head.
"Ifyouwouldonly say yes lo-nighi,n
he plcadcd and there was soft ighl
in his eyes. Il love You Just rs dearly
rs though had known YOU for years.
You are my sisters dearest friend, and
YOU are almost rs familiar with my
character and ways rs though YOU
were acquainted with me lifetime.
Mary would be- delighted, and my
parents pleased, also. You have no
near friends TO consult, Say yes
now, and if my love and devotion can
repay you, You shall never regret giving
your assent And il will he So fond II
recollection for me to remember here
after, that asked You to be my wife
the first evening | ever met YOU, and
you had faith enough TO trust me and
promise ~
He was very manly and tender in bis
glance, and his smile loving and per-
suasivc; and Ada could not meet them
unmovcd. She turned away suddenly,
and looked steadily out toward the
sky. A slight shiycr passed over her
frame, and She moved, n if TO leave
him.
1.-The dew is falling she said, seem
ing unable to frame any other sort of
an excuse, in her confusion, for going
into the house
yes he answered, taking her hand
and smiling. "ltiS falling in yOWcycs,
my darling"
"Don'tn' she said, with half sob,
that touched him, and looked braycly
up, though her tears flowed. I'm the
morning | viii tell you and tell you,
too, why I could not answer You to-
night
"ln the morning, them he answer
ed, touching his lips lightly but ten
dcrly TO the hand he held within his
own.
She turned quickly; and he heard
her light, swift footsteps ascending the
staircase and along the passage, the
slight russlc of a train in their wake
The door of her room opened and
closed the key, with a decided click, shot
the bolt in its place, and he heard no
more.
,hen hcwalked down into the garden,
rather rcstlessly, wondering within
himself if he had not been shade too
rash. and feeling II slight sense of re-
lief, if the truth were told, that she re-
served heranswcr.
Hewas wonderfully interested in her,
certainly. For more than year her
praises had sounded in his ears, rang
with constant changes, by the voice of his
sister Mary. He had not thought to like
her; and dwhcn he had troubled himself to
think of the subject at all, it was
another woman he pictured; stately
strong-minded, self-saisIicd, and dis
agreeable in the extreme,
Without aalth, she had maintained
prominentp placein fashionable circles,
he had been told. And, without brains,
he argued, she had palmcd herself OIL for
u woman whowaS both lovablc and wise.
Not the best logic in the world; but, to be
candid, it was on y his first impression
in the matter, and he had not taken the
trouble to think upon the subject at all.
So, when he met her the next day, at
the house Of friend, where she was
spending the summer with his sister,
his first sensations were ofsurprise-
hen pleasure.
A self-possessed, graceful girl bowed
politely to u tall, handsome man, and
then, as though it was an after-thought,
quietly put out her hand TO him.
He forgot TO view her critically, as
he had intended to do. Afterward,
when his sister came to consult her
about some triile in the way of dress,
he remembered his intention; but,
somehow, it did not seem an easy thing
to do.
A well-iitting white dress set of a
m-snd but not too tapering waist; there
10 monthseayy braid Of yellow-blown
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