Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1889-10-11


Mrs. Abby now inquired for Mrs. Grey
and was ushorcd into the showroom
whore portly woman stepped forwar,
much surprised and plcased-and learn
ing that they had come for call she i'm
mcdiately ushcred them by means of
stairway into her private parlor, splondit
room furnished with every luxury tn,
heart could desire.
"And how are you, Mrs. Abdy-ant
you Mrs. Browne It's great while sine,
have seen you in a church, isn't it?'
"My children have all been ill.," re
| piled Mrs. Brown, quietly
| ooh. | thought something must be tho
matter. If you arc anything like me-
never lei trilcs interfere with INV church
duties. believe | have been when 9th,
crs would have wrapped themselves il,
ilanncls and gone to bed have that
much affection for the courts of the
Lords house And what heavenly ser
mon we had last Sabbath, Mrs. Abby.
| have thought of it all the week. | do
think We ought to be thankful to the
Lord for sending us Brother Drcwson.
| Ills words are Indeed sharp us two
| edged sword
During Il confidential tctc-a-tctc. Mrs.
Brown managed to give hint at what
she thought the wholesale impcrtincncc
of the girl in the shop toward The work
people.
"Oh, Delia's sharp" said Mrs. Grey,
with II gratiiicd little laugh, CHATS why
keep her. Do you know pay her cx-
ira for that very quality! I assure YOU
it's the most terrible thing to deal with
these shop women. They shirk and sham.
and tell all manner of lies To get excused
and Ito their work abominably ut the best.
You've no idea what II trying business il
is on that account. If it didn't pay me
pretty well, she added, complaccntIy,
I'D give it up tomorrow. But Della.
dear me, she's Il perfect observation-disclosures
Just now To deal with that sort of people.
You see there's no getting along with
them assure You, unless you re right up
and down with them"
Mrs. Browns heart achcd rs She
thought Of the neat ,gravc-looking woman
with her quivcring lip and Slvcry hair,
stabbed 10 the very quick by that coarse.
nntccling creature behind the counter.
lis this irl-a-prolc>sor oi rcligion!"
asked Mrs. Brown, with some hesitation.
"Why, no, replied Mrs Grey. turn
ing rcd; that's all have To try me. Della
is honest and all that, bul don't think
she has found Il hope. She is with me
now, however, altogether. and trust
that may bc the means Of her salvation.
DO you believe Brother Drew will re,
wcll' she Incrcd, shrcwdly changing
the subject.
"Now what do you think of Mrs.
Gregg asked Mrs. Brown, as the two
friends gained The street.
"l'm afraid She is sacrificing hc rreli.ion
on the shrine Of Mammon, " was the re-
ply. 81 have always thought so very
highly of her, can't bear to change nv
opinion. Still | have seen with nv own
eyes and heard with my cars what would
not have believed ms hearsay."
''Onc of our church poor lives here"
sad Mrs. Brown. rs they turned into n
lonesome street lined with poor houses
that were filled with poor icnants--"shall
we call upon herr Mrs. Andy signiiicd
that it would he p!casin. to her. and they
entered the crcakinI door OF one of The
tai'eSi houses, where, after toilnr up
three par ot wrctchcd stairs they came
I" room IN which II thin, pallid woman
sat, making caps at the rate Of sixpcncc.
She arose with smile. extended her
Tim hand, checked down II hard, dry
cough as she asked hem to be seated.
and 10 excuse her as she must go Oh with
her work, for You see, promised them
at live this afternoon, and work for
Mrs. Grey, of our church She's a GOOD
woman, I've no ,loubt-only she don't
know by experience what the poor have
to suffer, and that, perhaps, makes her
hard on us. But She pays me little
more than She does the others
That's II sad case in Tie other room q"
she went on,''a dreadful sad case. It's
Mrs Acton, Il widow woman, as rood Il
soul as ever knew, and she's a poor
consnmptivc girl to support Maria
works iii spite of her weakness all she
can; but thi. week She couldn't seem to
get up strength. So Mrs. Acton she had
some nice work and had to make the
button-holoS herself. She's been LONGER
than usual about it too, and darcs;y ac-
tually wants the money to buy bread. /
went i'll TO stay with Maria while she was
gone and the poor soul came back com
pletely crushed. She threw the work
down and burst into tears. Maria was
frightened, and when her mother told
her that the button holes would all have
TO he picked out, it threw her into such
fit OF trembling and coughing that she
burst blood vessel and now | suppose
the poor thing is barely alive Mrs.
Grey's very hard woman sometimes, but
| don't know as she would BE- if she knew
the circumstances hope not"
Mrs. Abby and Mrs. Brown exchanged
chances.
of | was only able to do them button
holes, said the poor spinster, hurrying
her own work, ''but by the time I've
done with these, my eycsll just be good
for nothing
"Supposc We call upon this poor wild
ow,' said Mrs. Brown, wiping the tears
from her eyes.
"Shed take it kindly, I'm sure" re-
piled the poor sister, into whose hand
| Mrs. Abby slipDeu SOMETHING nc tho,.