Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1885-03-05

days something of the household be-
longings disappeared. Then he knew
that the family were in sore straits,
and he asked the landlady for infor-
nation. She said that they were
refugees from Santa Domingo; their
father had owned IN extensive coffee
plantation, but had lost his life in one
of the many negro instructions in
that distracted and unhappy island.
These young people escaped to the
United States bringing with them such
portable property as they could gather
up. The landlady said that they'were
anxious to dispose of some of their
silver, and that il he were willinging
to buy it of them at its real value, it
would be favor. BY these means
Uncle John came into possession OF
these cd Spanish spoons and forks.
Afterward tho landlady told him that
the young Spaniard said he hoped the
American would keep the silver in his
family. He said that it was of great
antiquity and had been in his own
family for many years. One of his
ancestors belonged to the Spanish no.
bility and lived at Seville, in Spain.
The times were hard, with constant
wars and instructions on every hand.
The nobility were much richer in
aristocracy than ducats, and many of
them were tempted by the tales of the
wonderful gold mine. in the Spanish
possessions in Hayti, which yielded n
half million dollars annually to the
Spanish crown, to try their fortunes in
the New World"
"Do you know their names?" asked
Marion.
mo, do not; and that makes 1t
hard for me to tell the story. will
call the New Orleans Spaniard, Don
Carlos, and that will help mca little.
Don Carlos great grandfather, a
Spanish nobleman, was among the
earliest settlers of Santa Domingo"
"Give the g. g. a name! Call hiy
Don Juan!' said Marion.
"All right! Don Juan it is"
"How romantic the story is get
ting" said Marion with interest.
"Just imagine far away Spain, and
the Spanish 'veiled ladies' that we
read about, and the grave majestic
men serenading their lady loves in
the balconies above"
"And the bull fights! Probably old
Don Juan used to hip! hip! hurrah! in
Spanish when bull gored some poor
Christian to death" said Amy.
"At any rate, this is true" contin-
ued Milly. "Don Carlos told Uncle
John, that it was a part of history in
their family that their table ware was
made of silver taken from the famous
mine on Guadal Canal, the one that
Pliny, the historian, tells about.
Hannibal opened it, and it yielded
him 300 pounds of silver ore daily.
What do you think of that for n min
ing enterprise9 1t would make our
California and Colorado millionaires
green with envy, wouldn't it3"
~ don't wonder that King thinks
much of that fork said Amy.
snow, see here; I'll count on my
fingers. The thumb can be Hanni-
balls silver mine; the first finger, Don
Juan, the nobleman, taking his wife
and spoons and going to Santa Domin.
90, to better his fortunes here's IL
big jump in the story"
"Oh, no. that's all right" said
Milly. We don't need the whole
family history. The next link in the
chain is the grandson, the coffee
planter"
Call him Ferdinand That's a
Spanish name, isn't it?" suggested
Marion.
"The second finger, then, is Ferdi-
nand, who, together with his wife, Isa-
bella, lost his life in q negro insurrec-
ton in Santa Domingo. The third is
Don Carlos and family, fleeing to New
Orleans and carrying the precious sill
yer; the fourth is Mrs. Fitzgerald's
Uncle John, buying spoons, packing in
chest, and finally giving fork to niece
going to boarding-school; the fifth is
Mary, the niece; calmly eating Nine
teenth Century dinners with an his
toric fork; then Mary. now Mrs. Fitz-
gerald, dsposcs of it as wedding
present to her son Harold. There you
have it; centuries of history in nut
she'll.
"Now then," said Milly, ~ think
the story is worth quite as much Us the
fork, and I'm going to ask Mrs. Fitz-
gerald to write it out; otherwise, all
the fine points df possession will not
be appreciated. "
"That's a good idea," replied Amy,
"we have spent long time in history
and imagination, when we ought to
have been up and dong. Oh, King |!
I'm glad you've come ~ was the next
exclamation, as the young man with
Adelaide entered the room.
"What transition from a dark
eyed Spanish grandee to q fair-faced
Saxon King !" said Amy.
"What do you meanP" asked King,
surprised.
1--WE have been reveling in antiquity
and discussing history, conjured into
existence by your Spanish fork" ex-
planned Marion.
"Yes-was l not right when | said
the history had no endP For here is
King waiting for his fate, looking
out into the future with 'love-l!t'
eyes" said Milly.
"Oh, Milly, you are entirely too
sentimental! exclaimed Adelaide.
mo, my dear, she has the right of
1t. II did not look into the future
with love lit eyes this world would
be dark, indeed. Love is all, is every
thing" said King, so solemnly that
the girls were awed in spite of their
gayety, and Adelaide drew closer to
the manly form, who was soon to be
more to her than all the world beside.
"How sober we arer' said Amy.
"The fork! The fork! 1t has given us
history. and now it shall prophesy.
Listen! Long life, health, happiness,
with love ever increasing, until death
do you part!" said Amy in mock
heroic manner.
"You could not have wished us
more, or better, dear Amy, in spite Of
your fun" said King.
"Milly, you can make this prophecy
q part of history. ."-A. L. O'Brien.
Not Sufficient Preparation.
A man of middle age entered the
office Of an evening paper yesterday
, to seek employment.