Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1884-08-14

"Oh, you ran away?" she breathed
the words out In startled whisper.
"Yes, they went in a Cunarder, and
my friend Drake and | slipped off and
took the steamer at Havrc.n -
She looked at him with widely open
ed eyes for moment, during which he
decided for the liftieth time that the
eyes were brown and not deep gray, as
he had decided the other fifty times.
why did you run away?" she
asked, after moments consideration.
"Wcll, you see. was with my sister
and two or three others; Just n nice
little party, all the ladies married, Sc
afellow didn't have to be always on
parade. We had jolly, comfortable
time until we got to Paris on our way
home, and there sister took it into her
head to Join Il woman who had been
roaming about the continent with lot
of girls on an extensive husband hunt
one of those women who never look
at Il single man without picturing him
to herself walking up the aisle with a
white tie, with half a dozen grooms.
men at his back, and who has always
just the girl on hand who will walk up
the other aisle in white satin and meet
him dcmurcly at the altar. | had no
fancy for being coopCd on u steamer
with such an experienced old angler
And the governors niece, so !
heard. Now, what is the naughty
thing youy been doing? Come, con
tidcnce for confidence"
For sole answer, however, Mis- FL.
ton leaned back in her chair and be,
gan to laugh immoderatcly. Juliu,
looked at her for some moments, then,
catching the infection, began to laugh
too, much to the cdlication of the
walters, who were beginning thciI
preparations for dinner.
IL have no doubt it's awful funny
he added, and she wipcu the tears from
her cheeks, "but ! could enjoy it more
if | knew just the point of view from
which you see it. y
Perhaps you could" she replied,
demurcly, checking an impulse to laugh
again. 1--WE seem to be in the way;
suppose we move
Come on deck" he exclaimed, ris-
ing with alacrity and Offering his arm.
Thank you, no; don't feel fully equal
to the deck this morning"
She made him ccrcmoniouS obciS.
ance and her cabin door had closed
behind her before he had fully realized
her purpose.
She did not reappear during the day.
1t was their last day at sea and Julius
was in despair. The jcttics' light was
in sight when he retired and when hc
awoke in the morning the smooth, glid-
ing motion of the ship announced that
they were in the river. He was in no
haste to see the low shores of the Mis-
sissippi; in fact, he felt at the moment
that he hated them; yet he Sprang up,
dressed with dispatch and mounted to
the deck. Everybody was there but the
one he sought He stood near the COM
panionway watching furtivcly and
starting at every SteI. She did not
come, neither was she at the breakfast
table.
The hours glided by, the city rose
into view, passengers came on deck
with satchels and umbrellas prepared
for going ashore, but still that partic-
ular cabin door remained closed. They
were at the wharf, the staging was
run out, and Il doz.n or more citizens
rushed across with that strange eager
ness so ncXplicablc to the voyager
whose cagcrness impcls him in the OPP
pOsitc direction. Julius, still maintain
ing his watch at the companionway.
felt himself gently put aside by tall,
gray-haircd gentleman, in Il brown
coat, who went with careful haste
down the brass steps. He heard lit
tie cry, and pcering through Il skylight
he saw Miss Elton in the arms of the
gray-huired gentleman, her head press
ed against the brown coat, and her
eyes upturned to meet his spcctaclcd
gazem
Her uncle" he muttcrcd pccvish-
ly; "who the devil is he, anyhow
He moved discontcntcdly TO the side
and looked at the people hurrying
ashore.
"Hcllo, Julius! Going to spend the
night aboard?" cried Drake, coming
up with u duly chalkcd valisc in each
hand.
"Oh, Mr.. IIildcr,n exclaimed an
other and more musical voice. wait,
uncle, | must introduce you. Mr..
Hilder has been very kind to me-
"What, Julius! Why, dear boy,
how dye? My wife wrote to me you
were coming over with her. His
hand was graspcd with Il hearty pres
sure, and he found himself gazing into
the specialized eyes of Mr.. Smollett.
"Oh, stupidest of stupids!' he cx-
claimed, as he thrust slippers and
brushes into his valisc in the privacy
of his cabin. "Bagged by the Smol-
lett ogrcss, after all, by Jupitcr!' he
added, as he gave a last twist to his
fair moustachc before the musty mir
ror.