Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1884-12-18

looked pleascu, Dut demanded oUeul-
ence.
go back, sir, and lie down!"
Mogul, with depressed head, crcpt
back to Violct's feet, and laid his
great muzzlc upon her little shoe.
The strangcr-he passed onP No;
he rested his gun upon the sand, and
remarked, at is fine fall day"
Penetrated by the rich sunshine to
the tips of her fingers, Violet's cheek
dimpled as she smlingly assented. at
is very lovely" she volunteered, fear
lcssly, though usually very shy.
II have my labor for my pains, in
coming this way" remarked the young
man. 81 want to pass the cliffs, but
the tide has cut me oil. "
Eyes, the tide has been full an hour"
returned Violet
81 must go five miles around by the
road, remarked the stranger.
Violet looked up with concern.
This is my aunt boat. You might
row across" she said innoccntly. Do
You know how to row?'
ANbl 81 NtIN N'lls ~ N'u'
"Oh, yes, | can low nicely-on n
river; and this water is very smooth" "
"lf rowcd across | should have to
leave the boat away oil on the head
land" remarked the young man, art
fully.
"I suppose | could row you across,
returned Violet, getting up. Mogul
got up, too, and they all stepped into
the little boat, rocking at the edge of
the water. and cast off. The young
man sat down and looked graycly at
Violet as she fcathercd her oars. She
looked behind her once, and they
swept lightly of.
Few nl,n have the opportunity to
survey at their leisure 50 sweet face
as was Violet Anncrly's. Apparently
she thought of nothing but safely land
ing her passenger, The great dog had
crcpt close to his feet.
"Did you SAY this was your aunt's
boat ?''
"Ycs," glencing up at the great
domcd hoHsc, unhccding his look Of
surprise. 81 live there. am Miss
Anncrly,' simply, 1t occurring to her
that the fame of the rich Brundagcs
might not be unknown to her cOmpan-
ion. The keel Of the boat ground the
rocks of the headandS. He sprung
ashore dry-shod, the dog after him,
but he sent him promptly back
al am Il thousand times obliged for
this favor" standing barc.hcadcd on
the rocks in the sunshine, his hat in
his hand, n gentleman from his toes to
his top.most curl. Perhaps can re-
turn ii some time when | learn TO row
better" a roguish smile parting the
red lips under the curling brown mus
tachc.
But Violet did not smile. She was
looking at him gravcly as she turned
the boat, struck by something familiar
in his countenancc. Unable to make
out what il was. she Sohcrly bid him
good-by and rowcd back.
AS she expected, hOr aunt was in
doors now. and absently turning the
leaves of Il book by the drawing room
fire.
"What!" sho exclaimed, as Violet
mentioned the incident.
81 was doing nothing, and had just
as lief, remarked Violet.
Don't do it again; it was extremely
unconventional
But as Violet had never heard the
word in all her life, it did not make
much impression on her. She was a
,hill Df l,t,t n ~ n tnr ~
lovely that art could make 20 im-
provemcnt in hcr.
Mrs. Brundagc thought less of the
incident than she might have done at
another time. She was prcoccupied
with painful thoughts. Her son Jay,
whom she had idolized from his birth,
was source Of much regret TO her,
In short, she was reaping what she had
sown.
BY turns during the coming week
he was litfully dcmOnstrative toward
Violet and unaccountably absent from
home. The latter irregularlty Mrs
Brundage was accustomed to. But
for anxiety on his account she would
} never have sought out the half-sistel
who had spent her married life Of
poverty on the Saco river. and wor
: from her side this girl. Violet's re-
puted beauty being all that she had
, dreamed, she would allow no frustra
ton of her scheme. She had brought
her to her seaside home, spared no cX
/ pense in her outfit, and, with ward
robe like princess, Violet was more
, beautiful than any princess she haC
ever seen; and Jay was ardently at
, tracted by her, AS she had planned
Her own feeling for the girl was no
: wholly selfish. She could not but love
her truth and sweetness, and began tC
( wish, for her own sake, that she coulc
keep Violet always.
| 81 have engaged music lessons TO
| you of Monsieur Fargueil," she saic
the next day. "The carriage will TAX
| you in twice week"
r For the girl had talent for music
and singularly pure, sweet voice
t This was good news to her, and sh
liked the visits to the city, the pleasan
: autumn drives, and odd, good-naturet
Q M. Fargueil, who soon singled her on
r as a favoritc, better than she did he
:, aunts moodiness and her cousin
startling familiarities. Her absolut
0 anger when nc kissed her it was almos
impossible to veil.
1 Don't poster her, said his mother
4 impatiently. "Do you not see you Of
n fend hcrP Have you no instincts i
7 the matterP
As soon as the low words reache,
:, his ear, Jay gave his mother a furiou
@ look and strobe from the room. Mrs
It Brundage locked across the room t
!. where Violet sat. The cloud had var
t ished from her sweet forehead, her nal
i ural serenity had returned, and sh
/. seemed in happy dream. Alread
G she had forgotten her cousin.
n "Aunt Honor" she said, looking Il
l. with lovely, happy eyes, "Monsieu
+ Fargueil was absent to-day. We ha
l. another teacher. And, Aunt Honor,
9 was the gentleman l rowed across /
y the boat"
Q "Ah, then, he Das gentleman" rt
n marked her aunt, absently.
"Oh, child, my punishment is terr
/. rible. May you never know what it
o to love an idol of clay. Ihave eaten
n Dead Sea apple, and its ashes are Di
n ter upon my lips, Jay was my favol
d ite child worshipped him-he wa
d so beautiful when boy, sohigh.spiri
ed. You never knew that l ha
j. another son-no. But Ihad-a grav,
y shy child, not brilliant like Jay. Whe
Junius was tten wears old, sent hiI