Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1885-01-22

Tuesday night, and could speak for
yourself"
"Unluckily, Uncle, | haven't been
invited to Mrs. De Morris Browns"
"You haven't? Well, I'll get you
a card. Mrs. Brown will let me have
one."
On Tuesday finished my analysis,
but had to work till pretty late. |
hurried to my room and commenced
to dress. | looked at my reflection in
the glass and started had forgotten
to wash my hands in acid before leav-
ing the laboratory and they were col
ored like a rainbow. | was rather
frightened, but | hadn't time to 90
back to the laboratory, and as to stay
ing away from Mrs. De Morris Browns
when Flora and Old Share were to be
there--impossible. looked at my
hands. The stains were pretty bad
(my foreiinger looked like n wcll.used,
unscraped palette), but they did not
extend above my wrist. My gloves
would hide them. looked at the
clock. was late already, so hurried
on the rest of things and started to
pull on my gloves. As jerked them
on | heard suspicious crack. | ex-
amined the tear, but ilattered myself it
wouldn't show, and hurried into the
cab, and was soon in the gentleman S
cloak-room at Mrs. Browns.
found Uncle Mark waiting for me.
"Ah, Mark, I" he growlcd, II thought
you were never coming. Fifteen min
utes late! You'll never get on with
MIR. Share unless you're punctual.
Punctuality and neatness are his two
great hobbies, and if you run against
either you can make up your mind to
stay on his black-bood forever. Come
down and I'll present you to Mrs.
Brown"
After the presentation, Uncle Mark
looked around the room.
81 don't see Share" he said, "but
there is Miss McGregor, and you can
talk to her until find him."
Iwent over to Flora. She was talk
ing to Lieutenant Evans, a COMPOUNDED
idiot who was always hanging about
her, and hadn't sense enough to sec
that she disliked him.
"Well, Miss Flora, | obtained the
card, as you see. Good evening, Lieu
tenant; have you seen General Shcr-
man?"
mo. Is he here tonight P" said
Evans, starting up.
81 think | saw him in the ballroom" "
said |, and when Evans went in that
direction / said: Now, Miss Flora.
let us gain the conservatory before he
comes back" and hurried her toward
the door through which the dark green
palms beckOned so enticingly. went
too fast, however, for struck my foot
against n vine or something and |
went down on the walk. | put out
my hand to break my fall, and did,
somewhat, but that confounded rip in
my glove extended now down the side
of my right hand to my thumb.
Flora stood there laughing vigor-
ously.
II cant help it," she apologized.
"Just when you were gloating over
your wicked deception of Lieutenant
Evans, to have retributiOn overtake
you SO well. 1t is SO ridiculous that |
have to laugh"
| arose, little sulky, and rather
Hurried by the accident to my glove,
and tried to join in the laugh, but |
didn't succeed very well. That was
Flora's great fault. She laughed al
together too easily. However. |
changed the subject, and we walked
along, talking about the black and
white exhibition and the various pict-
ures, meritorious and otherwise.
kept my right hand, with the injured
glove, in my pocket.
"Nliss McGregor--Flora," l said
suddenly, 81 promised to thank you
for calling me Mark When you
called me Mark it was all could dc
to keep from throwing myself at youI
feet and telling YOU how much | loved
you. Dear Helen" and | took her
soft little hand in my two big ones,
"you know | love YOU heartily, with
all my soul, since first saw you.
Whenever | have looked into youl
sweet, glowing eyes. | have tried tC
find some sign that you loved me, that
my love could call forth little in re.
turn. My darling little love, let mt
SEQ them now and perhaps"
She had cast her eyes down demurely
when | began, and her face was
wreathed in bushes, but now she in,
terrupted me with hearty peal Of
laughter, and her eyes were riveted OF
her hand so secure in mine. ! fol
lowed her glance. Oh, horrors! Thai
confounded glove! The empty kid
forefnger dangled down, and my dis.
colored rainbow-hued finger protruded
prominently with the spotless glove q;
its background. / stood there glaring
with rage, when the voice of Lieuten
ant Evans broke in on us.
"I've found you at last, Miss Flora
This is our waltz. What is the joke
Cawn't you let me enjoy it, too? Mr.
Hepworth is an awful wag, l know"
How got away don't know, bu
as | was trying to elbow my way tc
the cloak-room, an elderly gentleman
planted himself in front OF me ant
said:
"This is Mr.. Hepworth, isn't it
Your uncle recommended you to mt
and asked me to speak to you about ;
place in your office. | am MIR. Ber
nard Share" and he held out his hant
to me gravely.
Reluctantly | drew that hideou
hand from behind me and shook handi
with him. This was the man who in
sisted on neatness He started at tn,
sight of the spotted finger, of course
and | tried to explain the matter non
chalantly by saying;
Don't you think / have the small
pox, or have been putting my fingel
in paint pot. The fact is, left tn,
laboratory late this afternoon, too lat,
to remove some chemicals which
spilled on my hand, and q split in my
glove has disclosed what l flatteret
my self l could keep hidden"
"Yes, you young scoundrel, yol
have been hiding it long while,
said voice behind mo-. Uncle Mark
of course he had come up to introduc,
me, and had overheard me. "Share
l withdraw my accommodation of thi
young man as / am now convinced
that he is'a'liar, and q sneak" thei
turning tome he said "And / wisl
you to understand, sir, that j am n,
relative Of yours after this. hav,
, no nephew. You hear me, Share,
don't know this young man,
.I had already decided that h,