Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1889-11-01
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Bang!
a SNOWFALL whizzed through the air,
and away over the fence sailed the Pro.
fcssor's hat, battered and dishonorcd.
A ripple Of girlish laughter iloatcd up
from some one behind him, and looking
around angrily, the Professor caught Il
glimpse Of pair Of dark, roguish eyes
pccping at him ont of pretty hood,
which did not hide the saucy face of the
maiden who had thrown the ball.
She watched the Professor as hc
climbed over lie fence and rcgaincd his
disigurcd tile, and tried, rather rucfuly,
to smooth its battered sides; then she
scampcrcd toward the chool-housc.
Joel Sherwood had just emerged from
the university ut W, with consider
able honor and the degree OF good opin-
ion most men of his age entertain for
themselves. lie really was entitled to a
great deal of credit FOR the courage and
stcadfastness of purpose with which lie
had toilcd TO make his way through the
tedious university course. He had done
it alone, and ut the same time managed
To help his widowed mother in keeping
what had proved TO be Il very guant and
persistent wolf from The door. But the
world, as is lis custom, had been some
what slow in recognizing his genius; so
that when the winter term of school at
Weston was offered to him, he was only
too glad to accept il, hoping that mean
time something better would come 10
him.
lie picked up his hat, with some sense
OF disgrace, and strobe on to the school
house.
1t was the cventful "iirst day." and
it must be confessed that Jocl's heart for
minute sank very low as he saw the
rogulsl face disappear through the door
OF the building which was to be his castle
for the next few months. He had dim
scrcboding that trouble was in store for
him. But shortly his courage rallied
and with his lips closed little more
firmly than usual, he stepped to his desk.
Nan, with many girlish gigglc, was
relating her adventure to circle of ad-
mircrs.
''Thc idea Of young fellow like him
bringing tall hat down here! Ny!
how mad lac looked when the thing went
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mean, after all; but I'll never see him
again. don't know who he is. Some
city chap, s'posc, down to look at the
nativcs!n
Just then the door opened and the
Professor walked in.
If Joel could have seen the glorious
crimson which swept Mans face, he might
have known how poorly priced was her
victory. But he was busy and had al
most forgotten the episode Il moment Ia
ter.
1t was brought back again, however,
when he Glanced to glance Mt Nan Once
more the flood OF crimson dyed her
cheeks, but she buried her face in book
and waited until it had vanished.
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That winter Joel Sherwood learned
many valuable lessons IL was a good
school for him. He knew more about
himself when the term was over than he
ever had before. IIeput away the silk
hat, and wondered why he ever should
have worn it down to Weston.
BY this time he did not feel himself so
very much superior to the people there
as he had felt. They proved TO be kind
hearted and intelligent, and he liked
them better the more he knew them.
He had found Nan disturbing elc-
mcnt in his little dominion. Not that
she meant to do anything wrong; but
she had too much mischief in her nature
not to be at the bottom of many pro-
jcct which brought the new teacher into
disrcputc. She never pretended that she
had no hand in these plots. There was