Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1885-04-02
FRED. FARLEY'S LOVE.


-KR COurtldnd, IN ST. Louis Magazine.
FRED. FARLEY'S LOVE.
"Now mind, Fred.-you'll be on
hand directly after the Fourth. If
anything should happen to call me
away from home, Isabel, my wife
Bella we call her-will entertain
you until | return. want you to SEQ
Bella; and she wants to see YOU.
You'll say | ought to be happy man.
And, remember, you are to spend a
month, at least. o, we'll have rare
sport.
81 shall be there if I'm alive, Harry
depend upon that; and if you suffer
yourself to be called away before |
come, and are not there to receive me,
| shall proceed at once to claim the
attention of your Isabel"
"All right, old fellow. You will be
warmly received, | can assure you.
Bella is anxious to see the old chum
of whom have told her so much"
Harry Lvnde and Fred. Farley had
been friends from early youth-hau
been chums at collcgc-and were now
as warmly attached to each other as
friends and brothers could be. They
were young--thc first being four-and-
twenty, and the other year younger.
Harry had been married six months,
and had settled down in pleasant
villa on the Hudson, provided and
furnished by his wife's father. Fred,
had just come into possession of an
ample fortune; and before going into
business-which was all ready for him
in tho shape of partnership in a
heavy commercial houso-he had
planned to enjoy summers vacation
in the country; and his first trip out
from the metropolis was to be, as we
have seen, to his chum $, on the Hud-
son.
The Fourth of July came, and pass
ed, and on the following Monday Fred.
Farley made his way up the river. He
found the dwelling of his frlend-ono
of the most romantic and delightfully."-
situated villas he had ever seen,-
and rs he entered the park he asked
the coachman if Mr.. Harry Lynde was
at home.
"No, sir. He went away last Fri
day, on business. But he expected
you, and told me that the horses were
at your service"
"And Mrs. Isabel Lynde,--is she at
home?"
"Ycs, sir;-and think she will pro-
vide for you very vel" >"
Fred. had playfully declared to his
friend that he hoped he should find
him gone upon his arrival, that he
might claim the undivided attention of
Bella; but now that the prospect was
so near to veriiication, he felt little
bashful and uncomfortable. But the
coach was at the door, and he resolved
to put on bold face, and meet the
lady without blushing or finching
for he had no doubt that Harry had
repeated to her all his nonscnsical re-
marks.
Mrs. Lynde, this is Mr.. Fred. Far
ley," said the smart and atlable
coachman, as he led the way to the
piazza. "Mr. Farley--Mrs. Isabel
Lynde.
Fred. looked upon the woman who
stood upon the piazza to welcome him.
Pcris, and houris, and sylphs, and
fairies, all lost cast in his estimation
from that moment. A more beautiful
being he had never beheld. And YET
she was not one of the airy, gossamer,
made-up beauties, such as he had seer
in urawing-rooms, and in bathrooms,
but substantial, whole-souled, frank.
faced, lovable woman, with whole
volumes of truth and poetry in the
sweet simmer of her smile, and il
the soft, liquid light of her large brown
eyes.
II am sorry Harry is not at home,
Mr.. Farley; but we will try and make
you comfortable until he re turns. He
would not have gone if he could pos.
sibly have avoided il"
"He had business, | suppose" re
marked Fred. as they entered tn,
drawing-room.
"Yes. He was called to Albany, and
may have to go to Buffalo. 1t il
some important railroad business.
For little time Fred. felt yer.
bashful. If Mrs. Lynde had beel
common, or plain, he would have fel
differently, but it seemed like profana
ton to claim the friendly attention o
one so lovely and accomplished. Blu
why should he suffer such impediment
to comfort to stand in his wayp Hi!
friend had bade him make himself a
home, and he meant to try. As h
came out from his reserve the lad,
grew brilliant. She had evidently re
ceIved instructions from her HUSBAND
to do all in her power for the prope
entertainment of their guest, and sh
was trying to obey.
When evening came, there was
hitch in the conversation, Fred. pro
posed music. Isabel asked him if h
sang. He said he had done so. HI
would try if she wished it. That is
he would accompany her. In truth
Fred. Farley possessed one of the rich
est, most melodious, and finely attun
ed voices ever heard; and l may a
well add here, that the female portion
Of his acquaintance had pronounce,
him one OF the handsomest men the
had ever seen. He sang with lsabe
Lynde. He was charmed by he
sweet voice; and she appeared no les
charmed by his surprising melody
After this they talked Of Harry. Fred
praised him to the skies; while lsabe
meekly and modestly claimed for hin
, that he was true and noble.
The first night in his friends HON
and yet Fred. Farley found himsel
wishing that his friend had never bee
that such man as Harry Lynde ha
J never existed;-or, at least had ncve
appeared IN that section of country.
"Oh, if | could have found thi
sweet prize before Harry had eve
known her !--Ah, Fred. Farley wha
are you doingp Coveting, your neigl
boris wifep--and that neighbor you
dearest friend and chumP II
ashamed of you Beware +"
And 90 the smitten guest talked wit
himself until sleep closed his sensei
Then dreams came, and Isabel Lynd