Weekly Chillicothe crisis., 1884-12-11

SllHlpSc OF. Il only WISH COulu lecl
as sure that she would soon get over
that other infatuation. Confound him
the oily tOngued, genteel puppy"
These last words were, of course,
applied to Mr.. Phipps Montgomery,
and a dark look settled over the
young fellows handsome, manly face
as he thought what dire vengeance he
would wreak upon the city exquisite
should he ever dare to injure hair
on Rosalie's pretty head.
Meantime Rosalie, with flushed
cheeks and angry heart-angry to-
ward poor Kelsey, who had dared
to speak an unilattering truth-con-
tinued to weave her romantic fancies
into rhyme, and, at the first opportu-
nifty, showed them to Mr. Montgomc-
ry, of whose delicate and honcycd
appreciation she always felt so sure.
Nor was she disappointed.
"They are beautiful, beautiful" he
murmured, with Il subducd but SYM
pathetic fervor. "Ah! always told
you, Miss Rosalie, that destiny had
marked you for something higher
than this.h and he threw 4 half con-
tcmptuous glance around the neat
and cozy home which mothcrless RO.
sale had kept so bright and attractive
for her father since she was a mere
child of fourteen.
81 am quite intimate with n leading
publisher in the city," resumed Mr.,
Montgomery, "who would be glad, |
am sure, upon my Introducing YOU, td
accept your poems for handsome
remuneration. If you will do me tho
honor to run up to the city with
me-say some day next weck-wc can
soon arrange the tcrms-and then,
only think! you will be really launched
upon the ocean of fame.
And n dazzling smilo from the clo-
quent youth so bcwildcred poor Rosa
lie that she could scarcely tell whether
it was not all brilliant, dclusivc
dream.
She did. indeed, hesitate little as
to the propriety of such step. But
she had no mother to advise her; and,
beside, she reasoned, it was such n
short distancc-the could easily make
the trip, see that wonderful publisher,
and be nj home again by nightfall, and
then-thcn she would at last be an ac-
knowledged poetess, the social star
and wonder of the village,
at is nearly lunch time upon my
word" remarked Mr. Phipps Mont
gomcry, consulting his elegant watch
as they stepped off the train. at will
be impossible to see our publisher first
now. So with your permission | will
conduct you to my mothers where
you can rest for an hour and have
some refreshments. If YOU are as
hungry as am | know You cant re-
fuse. And my dear mother will be
most happy"
Rosalic gracefully thanked him and
complied, for she was really tirod and
hungry. Accordingly they took a
hack. and were soon set down at a
rather prctensious mansion where they
were warmly welcomed by hand
somely dressed lady OF middle age.
"Sit there and rest, my dear, while
| see about getting some lunch for you.
| know you must be very tired" she
said in mothcrly tone, pushing RO.
sale gently down upon a velvet sofa,
Then both she and Mr.. Montgomery
left the room, and our foolish heroine,
left to her own rcvcrics, felt more con.
tempt than ever for her village home
in the light of her present surround
ings. But suddenly few words from
the adjoining room caught her attcn,
tiOn and sent the color from her check
and, sitting bolt upright on the sofa,
she listened with all her ears.
"How did get her herc?" 1t wa,
the voice of Phipps Montgomery, and
the insOlcnt, cold-bloOdcd snccrs in il
made Rosalic feel like killing him
"Oh, easy enough. The little foo
fancics herself Il genius of the first
water, and you can bet, I've spared nc
pains to encourage her in that belief
Genius! Ha, ha!n and here u con
tcmptuous snickcr reached Rosalic',
burning ears. $50 I've brought hei
up to see Il publisher, and while wait
ing pOllclN escort hcr 10 my nlain
mas for lunch. SccP But if she get.
the least inkling of what this place
really is
But Rosalic waited to hear no more
With sinking heart, trembling limb.
and blazing cheeks and eyes, s,she noise
lessly made her way to the street door
and to her great joy, found that sht
could open it and reach the street.
Once there, she sped like an arrow
from the bow until blocks intervcneC
between her and that terrible house
then calming herself, she sought po
liceman and was soon directed to tn,
depot, from which she started on tn
very first train for that villgae HON,
which she felt that she would never
more wish to leave.
That very night Rosalic made bon
fire of her precious poems; and to-day
as Mrs. Kelsey Vernon, she has
great deal more to say on the subjec
of home being "woman's highest an,
truest sphere" than her now happ,
husband ever did.-Clyde Raymond.