Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1883-03-29


'Bnt for all her sad looks | would
wager my silver earrings against your
cat necklace, Rose, that she is think
ing more of her lover Maurice than of
the dead. It's 4 beautiful arrangement
for her, in faith, to have him for her
companion In a business like this. Ali!
she's a sly one, for all her demure ways,
and her smooth face, that seems to
have no more in it than an empty pail. "
Bahctte made little expressive wink,
which might imply more or less accord
ing to the fancy of her companions, rs
she spoke these last words.
They will marry very soon now, |
should think" said old Rose, taking
up her pitcher, which has been long
orlmming over patiently at her side.
"Oh, won't say that it will ever
come TO n marriage, after all,n ey.
claimed Babette, with such toss this
time that the folds of the red handker.
chief got loose and hut,ered IN the
breeze. docs he look like n bride
groom as he strides along there, with
ust the same grin as usual ou his broad
tacei he cant ga. rid of it even at a
funeral, the blockhcad? Does he look
like a bridegroom that any sensible
g'fI would give an old tin kettle for?"
well, it's strangcst of all that they
should bury her in this way, if, az volt
say, there's money and riches of all
sorts left in the chateau STILL" said the
younger of the two old women.
"Ah! Mile Filine and NJ. Maurice
know more about that matter, | sus-
pect, than any one else" reiOined
Babetlc, with wink, yet more saturat.
ed with meaning than the last "Thoy
are master and mistress at the chateau.
now that the count is in prison and the
countess is drad; and they are making
the most OF their time as the birds do
in the vineyards before the vintage be-
gins"
After that the group round the four-
tam broke up, ard the women dis
perscd in different directions. As she
went Babette had her own special train
OF thought, into which She probably |
would not exactly have liked any Of .
her friends to look.
LAS sure rs the cOuntess's diamonds
are real, and not glass was the
way in which her reflections ended
Pierre shall try his luck tonight. |
don't see why Babette and Pierre
should not be the fortunate pair, as
well as Fline and Maurice"
Meanwhile the young man and the
girl, OF whom their ncghbors' mouths
and minds had just, ali unconsciousN
to their two selves, been so full. had
reached the church for the completion
OF their sad crrand. No religious
ceremonies of any kind were permit
ted at this time in France. But still
the servants of the young COmtessr de-
fIOrIon, perhaps recOecling that in
her life she had secretly cluny 10 the
rites OF her church, were going to Law
her remains in hallOwed ground, and n
portion of the pavement beneath the
southern wall of the church and inside
the building has been raised to allow of {
the body being placed beneath it. The ,
family vault of the DE FIoriOns was
far away in a distant large town; but,
rs the troublOus times forbade th,.
countcSSs remains being Transported ;
thIthcr, her servant and foster sister I
and companion, Fiine de Fuuvricre. I
had chosen the interior of Verreyillr ;
church as their resting place. As long |
as no religious rites were used, the |
civil authorities of the little town had |
made no objection to this arrange |
mCns. /
"Maurice will do all the rest" said q
Filinc, when the coffin had been S
lowered into the place prepared for it. n
turning to the two men who had been t
helping them in their mournful work. Il
81 should like my poor mistrcss's own b
faithful servant to perform the very last Y
Offices for her" f
at is strange that Filino de Fouy-
rerG's grief at her miStress's loss is not c
more evident in outward signs" said 4
the elder OF the men to his companion, Il
as they withdrew from the church in "
obedience to the girls words. IL had Il
expected to sec her drowned in tears" h
There must have been some cool. y
ness between them before the lady "
died. 1t is always so, sooner or later. 81
when we sons and daughters of the S
people form close bends of intimacy V
ana affection with an aris,ocrat," said ST
the younger man, who was none other G.
than BabettG's lover, Pierre, and who. h
as in duty bound, held the same Red
Republican opinions rs his future most v
better half; though, if c
truth must be told, he was often in n n,
very hazy state about them, even when f,
he expressed them the lOudcst. N
"Well, don't know" reioined the i
old man, thoughtfully. Il can't say +,
what may be the cause of it, but that h
girls face and manner puzzle me more M
than the change of the wind" II
And the face of Fiiinc de Fouvricre Il
certainly was face that any man $,
might have found it difficult to read tie c,
of rs she stood there by the NJ
grave. She was Il remarkably pretty in
brunette, whose features were, gener n
ally. all sparkling with animated 81,
thought and feeling which went flash 81,
ng in swift, brilliant play from the w
lark eyes to the rosebud mouth. Bnt +
.o'day the whole face was stamped w
with one fixed, settled impression, h,
which might be interpreted in its ot
gravity and intensity to mean sorrow, III
II anxiety, or deep, troubled thought. in
looking at that fair face was, TODAY. cI
ike listening to story told emphaii- III
'ally and eloquently in some musical cr C~
oreign language that we do not under to h
tand. y, "
Maurice" said the girl, sharply, to III
Ter companion, as soon as they were n,
eft alone, "where are your brains fo
zone? Who ever saw any one at n ~ ~
uneral with face like yoursp You'll NJ NJ
ave set the whole town talking. o%i %
|on't know that | shall ever forgive Io III
ou." w w
"But ma chdrmante, began Maurice, to r..
whose countenance still certainly did dc
lot seem to correspond to his solemn ta I
ask. u"
"Maurice, " interrupted Ffine, shave ~, eT
one with your pretty words and se
peeches; there is time for them. | m ,r,
are say, but it's certainly not now, fo'
'ou just mind what you are about, ,b b
nd don't make such fool of yourself nr r%
gain" pl
1t was the night after the Young o ho
ountess's funeral; fullf round, silver oi, oI
loon was looking down upon tho old a.,