Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1889-10-18
81 sort o though. ono time, LOUSY,

Of careless in Inference.
'PArtial" said she. "IIc called n
fow times. that was all. amt n
beauty. you know, like Matilda IIall!'
But when she came in to pu. to boil
the frugal dinner. her ego, looked sus-
iciousy rcd; and after the dishes were
| c!carc away, she went up to her own
room, took a withcrcd osc.bud or two
out Of her little Testament aud nunr
them out of the window, murmurinp TO
herself:
"What fool have been TO keen
them so long"
The pleasant dusk Of tho next sunset
was purpling the hills when Mrs. Hall
called shriIly to her daughter from the
spare CHAMBER up stairs:
"Mi.ty! Mat,y! there's ono o them
bothcring handoryan men comm up
the path. Send him away-quickl
Sirs. Deacon Dolby lost ono of her
srandmothcrs silver teaspoons last
week, and
Matilda. who wa' ironing out her one
embroidered pocket handkerchief, SC,
the iron back on the stove and ran TO
obey the maternal bchcst.
The broom. unfortunately, wa, not
IN liz place, as usual, but the kitchen
mop was the next handcst weapon that
presented itself. S,,, caught it up and
brindi'h,d it at The DOR like n mod
c:n Amazon.
"Bc oil about your business!" she
cFic1, in voice TO the full rs shrill
AMI 'harp as TIM. Of her mother. eve
don't want no shiftIcss loafcrs about
hcrcw
Tho wandering musician hc,itatcd,
but Matilda brooked no delay.
"Ccar ont. say" she cried, dcx.
trously iingins the implement OF house
hold skill at the marauler.
|; whirlci once or twice through the
mir, and finally buried itself in the
hclgc of soo;chcrry bushes bcyond.
The man with the org,n beat hasty
retreat.
NIatty returned to her ironing, and
A.rs Hall laughed aloud from her van
iagc point above stairs.
81 guess you settled his business for
him, Mntty," sail she, glccfuly.
a. a. ~ ,,n. io.,,n nil.
bonds" said Matilda, folding up the
handkerchief.
Louisa Pcckiam was working button
holes in Il vcst--it wa; the way she
earned her living the light of
shaded lamp some twenty min utcs
laicr, whcn there came knock at the
door. and who should walk in but Mar
lin Pale.
"Good-cvcnins. Louisa" said he.
81 diia't know rs should find YOU at
home
81 amt olicn away from home" said
Louisa, coioring soft ne.h.pink, that
made her for the moment almost beauti
iu'. ">'it down, Martin, won't you."
al can't stag but Il little WHILE said
Martin. al We come on an GRAND. i
wan; to know if you will marry me.
Touisy."
"NIarry YOU"
Tnc needle dropped from Louisa's fin
gers.
~ know Il must seem suldcn-lil
ap'logizel Muitin, "but I've made IN
my mind sudden like A man always
does, suppos,. at the last. Will you
marry me, Louisy:"
"Why-ycs-T suppose So" shyly
acqiicsc d Louisa, prcten ling to search
for the missing nccdlc-''if you really
mean il, Martin, that is"
81 do sal Martin. "with all my
heart and soul. "
"Iut Thought you was keeping com
rany with Matilda IIal!"
"I dill 50 there consid'ablc," con-
fcs'cd Martin, "but | sort o. sus picion
she wouldn't suit me like you would.
LOUSY. So it's bargain, is it?"
And when he went away, he stopped
a minute TO take something out of the
big cluster of black currant bushes By
The gate.
why, what's that" said Louisa
who had followed him out. "a
tlunh:"
"N-no," confessed Martin, rcddening
even in the starlight. 'Its hand. or.
gan.
"A-hand- organl"
"Wcll. said Martin, laughing rather
shamefaccdly, 81 may as well own up,
LOUSY. 1t won't do for me to have any
secret from you, s'posc, artcr tonight.
But there was a poor, worn out Italian