Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1889-02-15
A DOMESTIC TYRANT.

A"PP0Hi"r uuiIo IIo'i-
dontial this year." said Mr.. Proul, pi-
ously, as hc closed his bank book, nut
it into his tablo-drawcr and turnod tho
kOy on it. 'Applos has gono up n
quarter OF dollar on barrel, and rvo
kept my hay long enough to bring tho
best market prices"
Chloe looked earnestly up from tho
stockings she was darning, on tho
othor side OF tho tallow candle.
1t seemed to her as if circumstanc cos
were suspicious for demand which
had long been in her miad.
Don't you think, Uaclc Peter" sho
hazariod, "that might havo a now
dross7'
Mr.. Proul put on his glasses and
viowod his niece with storm and SOL
cmn gaze.
"A now-drossl" he repeated. ga
new dress7 Didn't you havo ono in tho
sprng7"
Eyes, Uncle Peter; but that was six
months ago; and it was only calicol'
"Thoro's the dress bought at Widow
saiisbury's auction and give you.
What's become of thatl" Questioned Mr..
Proul, without varying tho glasses one
s'1toonth part of m inch, until roor
Chloe felt rs if sho woro being scorchod
BY pair of bnleful suns.
"Girls don't wear black bombazino
Unclo PeterP timidly pleaded his
niece. "Aud, besides, it was so tender
that it was oil dropping to pieces. A
calico, now"
'Hold your tongue, Chlool' gruffly
spoke up tho old man. "Your dress is
good enough. It's doal better than
anything 1 wear. But you've inhcritcd
every drop of your mother extrava-
gant blood, that's very plain to see"
Chloe WINGED visibly. A slur on her
mothor's momory was to her q keoner
insult Than any roproach addressed to
herself.
II wouldn't so much mind it, Unclo
Potter" said she, ''if VIC wero hero by
ourselves; but am ashamed to sit at
The table whom Mr.. Crosson comes in,
my clothes are SO faded and patched"
you needn't worry!' satirically
spoke up Uncle Peter. 'It amt no
way likely that Dir. Cresson takes much
notico Of you, or of what you ve got
on. Hos got something OF moro i'm
portance to think off"
onco moro Chloe crimsoned but she
made no further response, and wont on
with her work, while hor I'm clo took I'm
the poker and pulled tho hickory logs
forward, 80 that they should not burn
away too fast.
Mr.. Crosson was late that oyenino.
do was the agent at tho little railway
station in tho woods, and thoro was al
ways extra freight on Wednesday nights
to attend to. But when at last he did
come ip. he had now m agnzino and o
little roll of story papers for Chico.
'The train boy had something now
tonight" said no to Chloe. 81 thought
perhaps you would like llttlo road
ing"
"Ob, thank you'll" murmured Chloe
won dering il Mr. Cresson would OBJ
serve that tho roat in hor slcovo was
mended with calico of quito different
color, as she took tho parcels.
Uncle Peter scowlod uador his shau.
gy brows.
"The Bible and tho cookery book is
enough reading for women folks" said
he, "tccording to my ideas"
And he went up stairs, with candle
IN his hand. to rummago the garnet foi
stme mouldy old coat which might
servo to exc out his wardrobe until the
spring. As for buying anything now,
that was quito out of the question.
Tho next day whom Chloe had
faished lor churning, got tho disho,
sized and the floor scrubbed, and the