Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1884-03-06


skctched amongst the blossoms, as
yet outlined in the foreground.
Miss Elizabeth trembled with pride
and happiness.
You must find me very stupid"
she said. "But don't you think | can
learn if | apply myself?"
81 am sure you will do well,n said
Mr.. Buckle, "morc than well. You
have talent, madam decided talent
for art
On her way home Miss Elizabeth
thought with rapture that perhaps Il
day might come when she should open
a catalogue and see Sunset or
"Reverie," or Moonlight Hours or
some such romantic title, among the
list of pictures, followed by the delight
full words, "by Miss Elizabeth Hill" :"
Thought chased away the scruples
that troubled her as to thepropriety of
being the only scholar of single gem
tleman; and, then, he was so gentle
manly. He never quite closed the
door. He sat at the opposite side of
the table. He was decorum itself
And such genius! How foolish of
the other members of that limited class
not to avail themselves of such oppor-
tunities! The quarter was over, and
she was beginning to wonder whether
Mr., Buckle would trouble himself to
teach class of one for so small sum-
When hurrying up stairs to her lesson
she heard voices within the door and
paused. Two men were talking. One
was Mr.. Buckle.
"If You can but wait Il little" she
heard him say.
"Well, | have waited, haven't ~
replied the other voice. 81 know YOU
mean well; but studios are in request.
| cant let mine for nothing. You
haven't given me one cent for two
months, Mr.. Buckle y
"You see I'm Just establishing my
self, Mr. Buckle pupils come slow
ly. spent all had in advertising and
paying the first months rent and buy
ing such furniture as I've rot, | sleep
in that hammock, and take down the
portierc for 4 blanket; and so far I've
got only one pupil. 1t won't do to
starve. | live on Il dollar week,
Now, where is the money for rcnt?"
Don't seem to be any replied the
landlord; that's why think maybe
you'd better move
"Ah well, | suppose | must said
Mr.. Buckle. "I'll just give the lesson
and hang myself, or something not
here, it would give the place bad
name, you know, and you've been
most kind. Good morning All, no,
don't apologize; it's all in the way OF
business; and then large man in a
light overcoat bounced out and nearly
oversct Miss Elizabeth as he ran down
stairs.
She, for her part, went into the
room all tremulous with surprise and
grief, and could hardly utter her usual
greeting.
She looked at Mr.. Buckle as he laid
out the pattern, and tested the shade
of the color in her palette cups, think
ing what fine, kind pleasant face his
was.
She noticed, too, that the braid that
bound his coat was worn out and that
his knees were shiny.
Then he came around the table and
for the first time sat down beside her.
"I'm going to give up this studio,
Miss Hill, ;" he said This will be our
last lesson. I'll give you the address
of an excellent teacher who has vacan-
cies. He's u little dearer than | am,
but ever so much better
"Oh, that cant be-" cried Miss
Elizabeth.
"Oh, yes, indeed said Mr.. Buckle,
elm, after all, onl Y an amatcur-a
sort of imposter. I'm rather good at
water-colors, know, but I'm not pro.
fessional, unless teaching you makes
me so. | feel like telling you the
truth.
II had a little fortune when | came
here and they told me that | could
treble it. Pm sure couldn't say what
| did, with that object, but was told
one day that | had lost it all.
I'm not a business man, you know
and then | thought I'd teach water.
colors; and well, you've been my
only pupil, you know, so I've got tc
say goodbye; and--there's something
else I'd like to tell you-but you
might be offended. y
"Oh no. said Miss Elizabeth.
You'll forgive me. Thanks sale
Mr.. Buckle. "Well, it is this-if
hadn't been such II poor beggar rC
have asked you if you could like m,
enough to marry me. | never met any
one so nice-indeed, never did; anC
our tastes are alike, and all that.
I'm try not to think of it more thar
| can help, but felt | must tell yo,
before we parted forever"
Miss Elizabeth had put her handkcr
chief to her eyes, and now was heart
to whisper something.
Beg pardon" said Mr.. Buckle.
M-rve got plenty said Miss Eliz
abeth.
"Plenty?' repeated Mr.. Buckle.
Money" gasped Miss Elizabeth
PLENTY for BOTH"
"You kind little woman" said Mr.
Buckle, and took her hand
The brushes lay neglected, the colo
dried on the palette.
They sat thus for long while, then
"If you really love me- said Mis-
Elizabeth, at doesn't matter whicl
has the money"
"lt's awfully sweet of you to fee
that way" said Mr.. Buckle. "Only
would it be right of me, you know
What would your family sayP"
In the mellow twilight that had be
gun to steal over the empty little room
Miss Elizabeth's face looked wonder
fully soft and young as she looked III
at him; but | think she scarcely coul,
have done what she did but for tina
fancy picture of himself which he ha,
made for his landlord. If she wer
not brave now she felt he might indee,
be found pendent from branch some
where.
"Heaven knows! I'm of age" sh
said, with little laugh; "and famil
that has left me alone at a boarding
house may say what it pleases; don
care"
at is the right SPIRIT said Mr
Buckle. 81 think it very fine, and
shall be made so unutterably happy b.
1t, my dear"
They kissed each other in the twi
light, and left the little room togethe
arm-in-arm.
at was very sly of Elizabeth We ex