Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1883-03-15

VERY likely" returned Mimi, "Fc
all that, you are as much in love wit
him as he is with you.n
"You are mistaken, Mimi, indee
you are. There is nothing bctwee
Mr.. Arthur Seymour and me. In fac
think | should be rather fascinate
by that good looking Captain Merric
If could get over the impertinence {
the wager"
"Oh, Julia, it isn't true?" and Mimi
laughing face clouded over very pcrcer
tibly, and she made up her mind tina
she would try the effect Of few of he
daShing remarks on Arthur. She ha
known him, more of less, all her life
and was not afraid of his grave, silen
ways.
Two days passed, however, an
Arthur gave her no opportunity +
converse with him, but kept yer
much aloOf from every one, announc
ing it rs his intention to leav
Fothorington Manor on the 4th an,
90 on to another country house abou
fifteen miles of,
Twice had the whole house part,
met for luncheon at Nidals bar, an,
the Irritation between Algy Merricl
and the widow was progressing $,
rapidly that every one looked on tn,
affair as settled, Major Ricketts,
grimnesS of countcnancc only bcins
second to that of Arthur whenever h,
thought Of his lost fifty pounds.
Still Algy Merrick had not proposed
Good breeding told him that the tim,
which had elapsed since his introduc
lion to the widow was rather short
and besides there was something in
Arthur Seymour's manner whicl
affected his spirits without his exactly
knowing why, Ale would watt he
thought, It'll this kill-ioy Arthur re.
moved himself, which he would do on
the morrow, and then, the coast being
absolutely clear, there would be no
further difficulty about the matter,
since he felt quite sure of :he lady.
Events, however, were not going to
turn ont quite as propitiouSly as Algy
expected.
On the morning of the 4th, n telc-
gram was placed before Arthur Sey-
mour while he sat at breakfast. Evi-
IDENTITY some event Of importance had
occurred, for his usually pale face
grew crimson rs he read it, but he
thrust it hastily into his pocket without
uttcring word. Only toward the end
of breakfast he said TO his hostess
al am afraid, Mrs, Taunton, you will
be Saddled with me till evening. Some
news | have just received necessitates
IN entire change in my plans"
"My dear Arthur, you know this
house is yours to come and 90 as you
like. You have had no bad news /
hope?n
"Myunclc Sir William Grant, is
dead" returned Arthur, sadly. 81
must 90 north without delay"
Your mothers brothcr?"
"Hes. My mother was with him
when he died. She telegraphs to me
to come to her at once; but there is no
quick train from here till the evening.
| know that from past experience"
This announcement of Arthur's cast
an inevitable shade over the whole
party, but more especially on Algy
Mcrrick, who had expected Arthur to
leave early, when he intended to avoid
the shooters under the preteXt of being
tired, and devote the morning to win
ming his cause with the widow.
Now, breakfast was no sooner over
and the party separated about in differ
ont quarters than Mrs. Bulmer sought
Arthur Seymour ont in the library,
where he was sitting alone writing
letters in connection with the recent
event. They had scarcely spoken for
lays, but Julia had known Arthur too
long not to feel that it was imperative
She should 90 and condole with him IN
his sorrow; more especially as Sir
Wilfrid Grants place adjoined Bull
mer Court, and she was really sorry
about the old mans death.
He looked up when she entered and
started as though he had seen u ghost.
bullU- WIS bullHtI.
81 have come to tell you, Arthur, how
much condole with you in your grief"
she said, very simply, calling him by
lis Christian name, as she had done
rom childhood.
Gay, it is true | need coincidence,
hough perhaps scarcely from you"
And having fixed his eyes once more on
lis papers he did not attempt to raise
hem.
"Not from me? What have done
o displease you? Oh, Arthur, why
ire you so changed, so unkind to me!
But it does not matter. only came 10
ell you | was sorry about poor Sir
Nilfred. Since you do not wish to hear
t will not intrude.' And she turned
o leave the room.
Another moment and he was by her
ide.
Julia, tell me the truth, DO you not
owe Algy Merrick?"
at can matter but little to you whom
love-" she answered
mot matter! Have / not loved you
or ycarsP When you married Bulmcr,
lid not go abroad in the vain hope of
you and nearly die of brain
ever at Genoa"
"And when you recovered and came
'ack to England | was widow" she
with some archness, vet
flushing vividly.
"Yes, rich widow, and was n poor
nan. You were father off from me
han ever.
Mrs. Bulmer stood looking at him in |
state bordering on bewilderment.
"And this was the reason of Your
oldness and estrapgementPn she said |
t last. "My poor Arthur, how have
lisiudged you! And now"
Snow am no longer poor Admir-
lty clerk, but my uncle's heir, while
on have, | believe. already pledged
our word to Algy Merrick."
81 have no more intention of marry
lg Captain Merrick than of perform
lg journey to the moon," she said,
dvancing to the open window as she
poke. II have only been tantalizing
i'm into the belief that he has won
ager of ESQ.,"
As she finished the sentence figure
itted across the verandah, only few
ards from where Julia Bulmer was
1t was Algy Merrick. He
ad heard every word of that last SEN
nee. Luckily he did not stop for
lore or the shout of joy which Arthur
tered might have shattered his nerves,
nd the sight of Julia in Arthur's arms,
which she was encircled not two
inntes later. might have parlyzed him