Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1889-11-15
IN THE OAK WALK.
DY EMMA \. OPPEE.
v pretty Miss Perry looked!

skirt, in shimmcring lace.
Her little black bonnet set of her fair
lace and yellow hair; her long Suede
gloves were us yellow MS her hair, her
.parasOl white and lacey.
''1our cousin is very handsome" said
Mary Lane to Mr.. Olncy.
In her heart there was Il shocked dis
approval of Miss Perry, but her cousin
was not the one to coniidc 1t to.
sob, yes, Mays pretty" Mr.. Olney
rcjoined, turning languidiy TO glance nj
her Che did everything lazily). "But
she's not my cousin, you know. Mag's
tep-iGthcrs cousin is my aunt.
"Oh?" said Mary.
She raised her old fashioned brown
.parasol.
"Allow mc!' said Mr.. Olucy, aud
took it.
Mary Lane smiled.
1t amused her that she, staid little
country schoolma AM, should he the
recipient of the .sallantrcs of Il silk
hated. eye glassc'l young man from the
city.
But it did not so much am,isc her that
Miss Perry should he the recipient Of
Phil Thompson's gallantrics.
She was Indignant with everybody.
With the Watons, who boarded her
self and Phil Thompson, Pills parents
being away on visit. Why had they
taken any more boarders. Hiss Perry
and her mother might ht, summcrcd
elsewhere very well.
With Phil himself. III spite CT the
innocence OF his wide blue eyes, Mary
~,
Now what was she 10 think!
But most Of all with Miss Perry.
What right had she to do ito put
forth her finished charms for the undoing
of a defcnscess country youth? TO trifc
with his honest heart like Il cat with Il
liiousel
Mary Lane was wrathful.
no, Mays not closely related, YOU
See Mr.. Olacy was saying, i'll his not
unpleasant Ghawl. ''i;ut | consider it
my duty to look after her, rather. That's
why I'm hero. | thought Id run down
for day or two and see what Mag was
III to-"
1t was evident what Mag was up to.
She and Phil were far behind now, under
her white lnrasol.
Mr.. olnay laughed lazily.
Il rathG think it's good thing
game, you know" he remarked az may
bc i'll time TO rescue Mr.. Thompson. You
see, Mag'a terror, Miss Lane She
doesn't mean it, but on my word she
cant help t."
''What.' said Mary coldly.
Flirting, you know" said Mr.. Olney,
yawning. al don't know how it is, you
know, but she cawn't see fresh fellow
a new one, mean" he substituted po-
litcly-''w without trying TO get his scalp.
On my word"
No reply from the schooIma am. She
~as bhrningly silent.
lie was making fun of Phil, of course ;
that WAS plain. But that was not the
worst. 1t was so then; she was amusing
herself with Phil. Mr.. Olney had seen
it. Poor Phil! and her poor self, not to
be able TO say one word, to place one
straw against the current!
Gas many good shots rs Mays made.
fhough," Mr.. Olncy added, reilcctivcly,
'shc hasn't suited herself yet. She
knocks down fellows fast enough. but she
don't pick cm up when she's got EN-
down"
''YoI see the turn just ahcad9" said
Niary-shc did not propose to listen to
rehearsal of Miss Pcrrys triumphs
"rhat brings us to the Walk. 1t is IN
avenue OF oaks, which gives it its name
Come up here, and you can see the river, -
said Mary, mechanically.
GA charming view" said Mr.. Olney.
adjusting his cyc-glass. "Ah, Mag and
Mir. Thompson are upon u.s.
They We're, at last; Miss Perry with IL
pretty stai!e and gracefully dangling par
!, asol, Phil with somewhat dazed look
: on his handsome, honest face.
ats donc!" Mary thought, bitterly.
"It is too late! Oh, she should be
chokcdm
"yhat vicw' Miss Perry was cry
Ing, with claspcd hands. "Scc the river,
Marmadukc! Blue from the sky, and
still rs glass!'
''Bcautiful!" Mr.. Olncy asscntcd.
"And this long avenuc-did you ever
see anything like it; Marmaduks?'
Marmadukc never had.
81 thank you so much, Miss Lane for
bringing us!" Miss Perry cried, herself
beautiful in her gay enthusiasm.
mot at all, +" said Mary.
Miss Pcrry's thanks were intolerable.
Phil-poor Phil-if she could save him !.
But Miss Perry stood near him-was
smiling ut him.
''What are those flowers down there7"
jhc demanded, brightly. 'sViolets al
rcady9 must have them"
They were dozen perilous feet down
ihe steep bank, which sloped to the
river,
But Miss Perry gazed brilliantly at
Phil and Mr.. Oney.
"Wc couldn't get them, Mag" said
Dir. Olney. "We'd break our necks."
"Sliamc" cried Miss Perry, blithely,
and cast down her pnrasol and gloves.
''Laggards, I'll do it myself! Go hide
your heads!"
She was ut the brink of the bank. Mr..
0lnoy caught her wrist.
"You'll kill yourself, you know, Mag"
le drawlcd.