Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1889-08-30
!IlHE NEW BONNET.

GA subscription for the childrcns pic
me, ch9' said Mr.. Poland, chccrfullv.
fitting OH his spcctaclcs, as he sat on the
front porch with Ncighbor buttons copv
oil the latest Clarion or Freedom on his
knee "Wal, wal. sposc | must give
suthing. even if hain't no children nj :
tcndin the Sabbath school. was "A iii
lie shaver once myself, and I'd a tool,
powerful TO day i'll the woods, with
root beer and appic-turnoycrs. How
much dye want nova doliar?H
The lanii young supcrntcndcnt's face
frightened.
SUCH u cheerful admission Of his claims
was the exception, not the rule, in Spice
berry Center
''lou are very kind" said he.
"And guess added Mr.. Poland.
''that mcbbc Hannah I'll have little helm
Tor you. She's had pretty good luck
with her eggs and butter money of late,
and Hannah never was one Of the stinry
kind. Hannah! say, iIannah,"
But there was no response from The
Kitchen, where. y minute or two before.
the c!ink OF dishwashing had made lis
litiIA, CHSiStl:, Hike SOllilt.
"Wal, that 5 queer, said Mir. Poland
~ Thought us much rs could be she was
there. But she amt. Guess she must IA
stepped over TO see 81 ncighbor."
SO Mr. Perkins went on his way with
out being enriched by any Of the "cg.s
and butter money"
''Just like iather!" said IIaunah, with
toss of the head, us she stood we'll back
behind tie buitery door. "As if I'd
been saving for new bonnet all these
weeks, to throw away my money on the
childrcn's picnic"
And she went back 10 her ;lishwashinm
with renewed vigor, as the Supcrintcn-
dents not particularly elastic footballs
sounded down The dusty road.
Mr. Poland leaned forward. and stared
between two trails of hop-vincs into the
Kitchen.
"Di!n't know you We're there" said
he.
Hannah colorcd.
GIVE been to see about going 10 ihc
city this afternoon, pa, said she, ''with
Amanda Troll. I've little shopping to
do"
This was the truth, though not the
whole truth. 1t was fully half in hour
since she had settled with Amanda Troll
to call for her at two o'clock in The rusty
leather topped Troll buggy, which she
fancied would be more stylish than their
OWN mud-bcsnaitcrcd open wagon.
Hannah Poland never had owned that
vision Of delight t; ''siorc- bonnet And
she had arrived at the age when = straw
shape purchased at Mrs. Dilwor;h's vii
age emporium, and trimmed with her
own selection of cheap ribbons, had lost
its charms.
"What would You gct9" she asked
Amanda Troll, "if it was you.'
The two girls were standing together
in the city millinery, with goodly yari-
ETY. OF gay headgcar spread Oh, on the
counter before them, and in clegan.
young woman, with her hair fr2zad into
an auburn aureolc, and two imitation
diamond rings on her finger, awaiting
their commands, with the regulation
shipper.
"Brown is awful dull for a Young
lady," said Miss Troll. "I'd get pink ii
was you, Hannah, or blue.
''Pink, to be sure" said the frizzed
one. "Hcrc is the very idca-rosc- col
orcd tullc SHRED, with bunch of rose
buds, and q humning bird Just lowering
above them. A real Paris fancy, and
just reduced to len dollars, from four
teen"
"Ten doliarsn
Poor Hannah had but eight at her com
mand at the utmost. She whispered this
fact to Miss Troll, with her eyes glued o.,
the rosc-colored tulle.
"I'll lend you the other two" Amanda
whispered back. CTS pity to lose such
bargain. just think how it'll outshinc
all the other bonncts at church next Sun
day."
"Shall I try it on?" said the frizzcd
damscl, as she lightly adjusted the hat on
her own head. "You can form some
idea OF its general style by that"
The saleslady had bright tresses and q
delicate stay-in-doors sort of complexion.
Hannah Poland was smnburncd and
frccklcd, with colorlcss hair like dry
grass, which nplftcd itself at the parting
in a genuine s'cowlick" But neither she
nor Miss Troll took these little nconsist-
encies into account
"Lovely!h Hannah cried. ccstatically
"The prctticst hat | ever sawl'' de-
clarcd Amanda Troll.
''B"t won't pa think it rather gay?'
whispered Hannah.
"Hc amt going to wear it," said
Amanda. And pink is Frank Bond.
favoritc color, you know"
This decided the question. The bon
net was purchased, packed into paper
box and safely bestowed under the buggy
seat.
Hannah Poland went home half
frightened, halfdelighted, with the bar
gain she had made. But she was thank.