Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1882-08-17

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have done you good to see the two to-
gethcr. He, the doctor himself, was n
bit Observation-Disclosures so I've
heard say-and all the more reason why
the mother and son should think so
much of each other.
1.-The father did not overlike il; still
he was opcn-handed with the young
man, educated him finely, sending him
to school and college until it was easy
TO see that the boy, who was fine look
ing enough, was beginning to think no
small things of himself. 'Tis said that
he even lifted his eyes to one of Squire
Churchills daughtcrS-lcastwisc, at the
last. But am not telling you straight
on. You should come and see my wife
if you wish to hear the story well told.
"But was there such presumption?n
inquired the listener. "You say this
young man was well educated and good
looking, and pcrhaps-'aft Il second S
hcsitaton-''thc lady liked him."
"Hc should have known his place
better said Mr.. Sisted sturdily;
"leastwise he should have learnt it.
What is Il young lady's fancy worth?
She was but sixteen. Squire Churchill S
daughters We're not for such MS he.
However, this lovcmaking, or what
ever they chose TO call it, was only dis
covered aftcrward, when everything
was brought to light, And in the
meantime the tragedy came
"Wcll?n asked the stranger, leaning
forward with interest on his face,
"a murder was committed here Yes,
you may well start. In this quiet vii
Iagc, where nothing was heard out of
the common course from one years
end to another; in this villagc-in that
lane where it joins Squire Churchill'S
grounds-Squirc Churchill's son was
found dead
"And-?"
"And then, rs said before, it all
came out about this poor Young Sutton
keeping company with Miss Churchill;
for il seems the foolish young thing,
not being able to see him elsewhere,
had agreed to meet him in that very
lane on that very night; for one of the
farm laborcrs saw them part and saw
her run up through the meadows home
only Il few minutes before he heard Il
cry, and ran forward to find poor
Master Harry lying their dead"
"Of course, Mr.. Sutton was taken
up?"
"Of course, sir. But now comes the
queer part of the story For orthough he
was tried, and it was proved most
beautifully that he had Killed Master
Harry for telling him what he thought
of his conduct, and was condemned to
be hung, and was aitrrward only let of
with transportation for fifteen years -
yet now it seems
"That it was not he, after all?'
''llow did y0ug guess that? The other
day there comes the news that the man
has confessed to the crime on his death
bed, so that, after all, young Sutton has
suffered all these Years for what was no
fault Of his. Lea-twayS. so the young
squire told lis the other day. His moth
cr always believed in him. he went on,
after moments pause. lit will
I N'Iic Slll HDlllt NlN, HH' Olltu Sulll
to me; Mr.. Sisted, it will come right
some day. 1t is a miscarrying OF. jus
tice.' His father dicd-could not lift
up his head again; but his mother has
aye waited.
Something like sob burst from his
companion, and Farmer Sisted looked
up in surprise.
Il have heard something of this" he
said, in u Stammcring fashion, in
answer TO the look. II knew this man
that is, have met him.
''ls that 50, sir?n said the farmer,
with fresh interest, "Ay, remember
you said You had been long out of
England. Well, shall be glad to see
him back, and shake him by the hand
and bid him forget the past. If there
is little else, there is still his mother to
come back to. What was he doing
when you saw him, sir?"
"Hc had heard he was free"
"And what was he like? And was
he minded TO forget thepast and return
TO England?'
"Hc was u saddened, sober man
when knew him, with only one hope
left out of the many life had once Of
fered; and he was going home.n
"And what was the hope, if | may
make so bold as to ask? Perhaps he
knew his mother had never believed
the evil, and was waiting for him?n
maybe; but he did not speak of her,
perhaps because he was so sure of her
He told me that the last night before
he left England YOU know?"-thc old
farmer nOddcd-"that he had an inter-
view with
eyes, yes interrupted Mr.. Sisted
| sagcly; ''wG heard all about it, though
il was kept so dark. 1t was Miss Helen,
bless you, the little yellow haired Miss
Churchill. Sixteen years ago nearly,
so no harm in speaking of it now-and
all so changed since! Well, she saw
him TO say 'good-by.'n
"Ycs, so this man told me; and that
they parted, she saying that, let her
people say or do what they might, she
would await his return in perfect trust
and patience"
"a pity he did not give his love to
the other sister," remarked Mr.. Sisted,
''if all stories are to be believed
"WhyPn
Because she was in love with him
always, and plain though she was,
Miss Jane was good, true woman, and
has never lifted her head or looked at
another man since those sad days"
"Is that really true?"
mo call to miSdoubt it, sir; anyone
in the village will tell you the same
story; and, as | said before, twas n
pity, seeing as everything has worked
round right, that it was not on Miss
Jane as he set his affections; for being
so plain, as you might say, mayhap
there would not have been such great
objection to his having her.
The stranger made no reply, appar-
emily being lost in thought over Farmer
Stisted's last words, and he continued:
"He would not have been such n bad
match in those days, for her, at least;
for he was fine, gallant young chap,
with pleasant word for everyone"
You remember himP"
eyes, well, | never thought very
i'll OF him, myself. A hasty word, u
blow, these come over-quickly when the
blood is young"
"Do you think am like himPn The
speaker drew himself up and stood
looking with something almost like
anxiety into Farmer Sisted red, come
ly face. "When | knew him, ;" he added,