Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1889-02-01

only afraid she'll DO on the way homo
1now, without sign OF an umbrella or
a cloak, or anything but white muslin
scarf"
"Just hand me an umbrella out Of
tho houso" cried solah Brown, with
alacrity. "Pll run back to tho meadow
for my coat In half mIuutc, aud 90 to
moot her."
"That won't DO necessary" CURLY
intorposod Mr.. Graydou. 'Tvo a silk
sun umbrella hero, and Til bring bliss
Garry back all right"
He walkod hurriodly on, but solah
Brown still hold out his hand to Mrs.
Vinali.
"Tho umbrella, please" said he.
cts hardly worth whilo tho two Of
you going" said Mrs. Vinall.
"Tm going after Garry, or I'll know
tho reason whyi' said Solah, iu r ESQ.,
lute voice.
And Mrs. Vinall gavo him tho UNI
brolla, without word OF further pro-
tcst..
lilo hurried back to tho fold for his
coat, aud struck into tho high road by
ashort cut Mt worry noarly tho point
which Mr.. Felix Gruydon had reached.
And from that point they walked on
together, yet separated by tho width
tho high road, occasionally darling
bolligoront glunccs at each othor, and
mover exchanging q friendly word.
Both were good walkers; both wore
determined to DO tho first to rescue
pretty Garry Vinall from tho coming
compost.
Just about half way to tho village,
however, as thoy noarod dcsolato old
brick house, mildcwoi with too much
ahado and evergroons, with tangled
vines, on which ITO L9" had hung so
long that it was popularity supposed to
DO part of tho mural decoration,
tho rain camo down in dizzying shoots,
tho thunder rollod, and vivid dart of
lightning shono for second before
their oycs, as it seemed to bury itself in
tho ground.
Ia tho samo moment they saw Carry
Vinnlps face at tho opon door Of tho
old brick house, her hand book oninr to
them. -. 81.
"Shc has tal1on rofugo thcrc-thorc,
of all places in tho worldl' hoarscly
cried Gray don, breaking tho spell OF
silence which had roignod SO long be-
tween them. 'IIold on, Brown! Do
you know what They're using tho brick
house for now7 Sho don't, that's very
ovidonti"
"Yos, do" snld Brown. cold
Mills is storing his powder there for tho
blasting in Dover Rocks"
'Don't go near tho placer shouted
Croydon. Didn't you hear her mothor
say that she had ct OF matches with
hort Matches in powder magnzinol
and with thunderstorm like this mt.
ting ovcrheadl Call to her: tell her
to como out hero to isl"
'Shc couldn't hear you if you shout
cd to hor with boatswain's trumpetl'
rctortod Brown.
"Man alive" roarod Graydou, in
stinctivOly putting out his hand to stop
tho other, edo you want to DO blown into
tho middle of tho next iold2 Did you
SEQ that last flash OF lightning7'
And no fairly took to his hoels, hur
rying down the road which lod to tho
distant village, without even pau,ing to
look behind.
Selah Brown glanced after him with
countonanco OF infinite contempt.
II always thought ho was poltroon."
no mutterod. ''Now, lam suro of it,"
Hc jumped tho fonoo like young
deer, and hastenod, with long stride.
to tho old brick house.
"Oh, is it you1" said Garry, not with
cut sudden shadow ofdisappointmont
in her face. ''Irs very good of you to
come for me, Pm sure. But thought"
"You thought you saw Graydon."
intcrposcd Brown. "Wel, you did,
but no has an engagement in tho oppo-
site direction. Pm sorry am tho wrong
one. But come, Carryl"
"Out in that rain-cortainly noti"
said tho village beauty, with IN air of
decision. "Lct us stay hcre until 1t is
over. It's musty old place, 1 know;
hut tho roof is water tight, and"
"And there's your parcel, Garry.
Comel"
Ho took an oblong paper package
from hor grasp, aud thon drow the un-
willing littlo hand udor his arm with
gcntlo forco.
"But shall got all weti' she do
clared, still hanging back.
Garry" he said, edo YOU know
whcro your are1"
"In the old brick house, to-bo.suro r.
shc answered.
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