Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1883-04-19

Then what prevents us from des.
troying the papers. shan't say any
thing about it. That young Timburel
is skunk and snob; it will be ridicu-
lous TO see him Il lord, and he'll ruin
himself or become mad with cOnceit--
SO foolish is he. | say, Beauvray, if
throw this envelope into the fire, who
will know anything about it?'
81 shall, answered Lord Beauvray,
and he held out his hand for the papers.
The shifty glance of the moncyed
man quailcd in the light of unquench-
able honesty in that of one who hap.
pcned TO be nobleman in something
more than the name.
There was pretty hubbub in So
clety when 1t became known that the
Earl of Beauvray-or George de Vray,
as he now simply called himsulf-was
going TO abandon his title and estates
to Il man who had been n city clerk.
OF course George de Vray's marriage
was postponed. The turn in his for
tunes had thrown so much business on
his hands that it was impossible he
could devote month to honeymoon
ing until it was all disposed Of; besides
which, he felt bound to make Mr.
Moyle the offer of releasing his daugh-
ter from Encouragement. At first this
proposal was pooh-pOohed equally by
the bill di>counter and Miss Movie her
so.f. Milic, who was not quite so
sensible as She was pretty, wept u good
deal at not becomming a countess; then
she wept at the nobility of Georges
action, which everybody was praising
Now, there was staying in the house
of the Moyles poor little cousin of
Miles named Gertrude Brown. She
was soft-cycd brunette of eighteen.
very quiet and lovablc who acted as
companion to Milli0 and bad to bear
much from the whimsical humOrs of
this spoiled child. Gprtic had always
received marked kindness from Lord
Beauvray, who treated her as ii she
had been his sister, and she looked
upon him with admiration as the most
noble being she had ever seen. His
remuneration of rank and wealth had
struck her as an act Of surprising hero
ism, and she could not so much ns al
ludc TO it without the tears gushing
from her eyes. A Shrewd, merry little
thing, too, in her way, she was capable
of discerning the difference that existed
between Il genuine man of honor like
Lord Brauvray, and mere man OF
money like her Uncle Movie.
1t was this enthusiasm of poor Gcrtic
Browns on poor George de Vray's be-
halt that began to make the cup of
MOylc's bitterness overflow. That
worthy gentleman had takea TO musing
that there was an end to his chances of
sitting in Parliament, getting Il baron
etcy and al, that.
Poor Gertie held her tongue. al
though her heart thrObbed wOfully.
She had heard that the new Lord
Beauvray, the eX-Mr. Timburcl, had
been invited to dinner ON 4 certain
evening, and she began to suspect that
her precious uncle was forming plan
for making of this former clerk of his
sutor for Miles hand.
Her intuition was not at fault. Old
Moyle fastened to make peac5 with his
discharged clerk, whose vanity was
easily tickled. He became regular
visitor TO the bill.discOunter's, taking
care never to come at times when he
was likely 10 meet George. His visits
dispeased Gertie Brown, but he easily
succeeded in winning the favor of the
diScounter's daughter, who correspond
ingly lessened her liking for George,
and one day when she cast an aSper-
sion upon him which Gertie could not
help resGnting, she screamed. "If YOU
arc so fond of Mr.. de Vray, why don't
you get him to marry you? That
would be two beggars together"
Naturally, Gertie went to her room
to have a good cry, but from that day
she ceased speaking about George and
became very circumspect in Ter de.
meanor towards him. When he called
to see Milic she left the room. George
soon noticed these tactics, for his inter-
views with Mr.. Moyle's daughter were
growing more and more irksomc by
reason of Miles codness and irrita.
bility. At the least thing she would
snap and sulk, and one afternoon when
George innocently made some inquiry
about Miss Brown She fired up in a eai-
Gus pet "You seem very anxious about
Miss Brown. ] am not obliged to show
her off in the drawing-rCom whenever
visitors come. She is only pauper
cousin whom we have taken in from
charity"
Its queer charity, dear, il YOU talk
of it in that way" laughed George. 81
don't consider poverty q disgrace,
either"
"No, but it's very inconvenient,n
said Millie, still querulously, "and that
reminds me, if we marry | suppose
YOU don't mean to live on my money.
Papa says his banks might break and
all sorts OF things. So | suppose you
will do something to get an indepen,
dent incomep"
Yes" answered George, coloring
deeply, 81 have applied for an ex-
change into the line, and think of go
ing out TO the war on the Indian from
tier, shall have lieutenant -colonel's
rank-so, ii you wait for me two years,
Millie, will return with n new career
and perhaps an income before me-"
"Oh, wait two years to become
soldiers wife and 90 out to live in bak-
ing Indian heat!' exclaimed Milie,
pouting. 81 never bargained for
THAR
Just at that moment Gertie Brown
came in. She had message to deliver
to Mollie from Mr.. Moyla, and blushcd
asshe crossed the room where the par
of quarreling lovers sat.
"Miss Brown" said George, rising
to shake hands with her, 81 wish you
good-by, for | have just been telling
Miss Moyle that am going to the war
in India"
"You are going to the war! Oh, Mr.
de Vray--if anything should happen
to you" exclaimed Gertie, and the
tears started to her eyes.
"Thank you for those tears,r said |
George, gratefully. II shall know
that one person here, at least, will feel
interest Now, give me as n keepsake
that red book-marker you are holding
in your hand. Twill bring back the
ribbon with something hanging to it."
"The Victoria Cross, perhaps" tit
tered Millie, rather uncomfortably. 81
declare that's quite poetical. Well,
good-by, Mr.. de Vray; we part as
friends, don't wepn