Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1885-02-12
MISS MAVERICKS PARL0R.

She made sleepy little movement,
indicative of annoyance at being inter-
rupted in the middle of her siesta.
"Jessic, say!"
Miss Jessie rose slowly and picked
up her book. She was 4 tall, slight
girl, of about eighteen years of age,
with rather pale face and gray eyes,
fringed with long black lashes. These
eyes were her greatest charm. A lit
tie white gate divided the orchard
from the garden, and Jessie passed
through ii with GXaspcrating slowness.
"Was there ever such n grill"
thought her sister, her elder by twenty
years at least-the daughter of her
fathers first wife.
Caroline had loved her young step
mother, and when she died had tried
to take n mothers place to the tiny,
dark eyed baby she left behind; but
Jessie had proved a very troublesome
charge.
WELL" said Jessie, interrogativcly,
looking at Caroline standing in the
doorway, with her sleeves tucked up
and her stout arms covered with flour.
"What is it, Caroline?"
Come and move your rubbish out
of the front room"
what for?" asked Jessie, in undis-
guised astonishmont.
because fathers going to let it to
young fellow from London
Jessie looked indignant. Her par
lor, with the piano in it, to be let to
some hOrrid man, and all her pretty
belongings to be banished to her little
bedroom. Oh! it was too bad.
Carrie" she said, chow could you
advise father to do such thingP
never thought we should have to take
in dodgers; | would rather run away
"Whcrc top" asked the rather mat.
ter. .of-fact Caroline.
Jessie bit her lips and went indoors
to remove her books and needlewOrR
from the little parlor that had been re
garded as her especial sanctum evel
since she had entered her teens. Il
never occurred to Miss Jessie that mon
ey was rather scarce with her fathel
Just now, and.that the lodger woulC
bring grlSt to the mill. She regarded
the whole thing as \ conspiracy tt
make her uncomfortable.
They might have consulted her, sh,
thought. forgetting that she neve
troubled herself in any way with th
affairs of the household. How sh
wished she could have had her plan,
carried upstairs; but that was impos
sble. 1t was the chief ornament o
that room, and her father, she knew
would not allow her to take it away
al shall hate him, know | shall,
she told herself, thinking of tn
lodger.
And for the first two or three day
she kept carefully out of his way, ant
Mr.. Leith remained unconscious of tn
fact that he was under the same roc
with pretty girl. But he made tn
discovery one afternoon. When want
ering through tho orcnard, with hi
hands behind his back, he came sud
denly upon a slight, girlish figure /
brown holland, wide hat shadin
her eyes from the sun. Wonderful eye
they wcre-so large and dark, and Il
teriy bewitching. She was gone lik
n flash; but her image fingered in Nj
Lcith's memory. He was not u yer
talkative man; but he began to cult
vatc Caroline Maybrick S acquaintance
, and soon found that the girl in I'll
brown holland dress was her sistc
He grew so friendly that Carolir
ventured to ask him to take tea wit
them in the kitchen one Afternoon
The farmer was quite willing, but jess
objected very strongly, and threatenC
not to come in TO eat at all.
"Besido," she said, "what dot
gentleman want in a farmhou
kitckenP"
However, Mr.. Leith seemed We
much at home there, and delight'
Caroline and her father by his brig
flashes of wit. lie did his best
please that afternoons; but it was on
l 10, the benefit of the farmer and |
elder daughter, or did his eyes wand
in the direction of Jes'ie's slim fgur
S He could not understand why it W
l that the girl always avoided him.
s she had wished to arouse his intert
: she could not have devised bett
way. Her reserve piqed his curiosi'
: and he found her pretty face conf
. between him and the fusty old pas
: OF his books.
l. Once he went for a long walk, NJ
V returning home in the twilight, hea
her at the piano, and paused to list'
), but sho caught sight of his figure o
side of the window, and the mu
}, ceased in an instant, When he
VI tered the room he found it empty;
d II little bow of ribbon lay on the c
d pet Mr.. Lcith whistled, walked
h The door, closed il carefully. and Ii
4 picked up the bow with shame.iaC
u look, and actually kissed 1t. Th
o with fingers that trembled in q m
1t unaccountable way, he placed it in
ut pocket book.
r "Your sister is shy" he observed
Caroline, later on. :.
at isn't that" responded Carroll
q. with laugh; "but she hasn't got o
!, beng turned out of her room. 1t
" hers, you know, before you came,
IL she h'l he idea of father takin
" lodS..." ..-
,r, oh" said Mr.. Leith, considera
,r, enlightened, and next evening, as d
of sic was eating an apple in the orcha
/. the enemy bore down on her bel
IL she could beat n retreat. miss ,
'r- Sic" he said, taking off his hat, -
MS must not run away. l want to sp
nd to YOU"
NJ HWhat is itp" asked Jessie, coli
.os m throwing her apple over the hedge.
Us She had no longer an appetite FOL
AZ II want TO apologize for having
to consciously taken possession OF
as little parlor. 1t makes me feel like
en- ntcrloper.
tbe "who told you it was my parlo'
=. asked Jessie, trying to steel her HI
III against him; but thinking all the sa
lad what handsome man he was,
led his blue eyes, and tawny beard.
oh, "Never mind who told me,
George Leith, with a SMILE u x