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

'aid Garry Vinnll.
But" sagoly suggested hor mother,
Clocks arc only skin dcop. Aud il it
comes to that, Solnh Brown Is hand
,omor man than Felix Grayd on"
"Ah," nodded Garry. shut B1r.
Graydon is so stylishl IIo wears his
worry collar difrorontly--and look at tho
cut of his. clothosl'
Caroline" said her mother, solemn
ly, III hnvc NO patience with you.
Stand up bsfore mo, and lot mo look at
you"
what for, mother7"
"staad up, I sny, aud lot mo look at
youP reiterated Mrs. ylnal, n shro wd,
oldorly woman, with koon blue DYES
and throo horizontal wrinkles acr oss
hor forehead, and Carrie, much won
doring, oboyod. :.
'Humphr commented Mrs. Vinall
after brief survey. "Drk' blue eyes,
nothing much out of tho common; n
'ittlo pug nose, nice teeth, aud lot of
fluffy, yellow hair, which would look
tidicr if you combcd it into n fiat KIN OF
at tho back of your hoad. What is
thoro about you, I'd like to know, TINT
two young mon ordinarily sensible
should lose their heads about you. Z"
"Mothcr, what strange things you do
say ]" gigglod CRY, sinking back into
her chair onco moro.
"And do you know, Child" won't on
Mrs. Vinall, that you arc playing with
tho most important interests of your
hfof There's nothing that can possibly
DO so much to you as q good husb
Why don't you mako up your mind
about i'll"
''I-don't know" ho,itatod Garry,
biting her pink finger nails.
"Thcn sot yourself about knowing"
admonishod Mrs. Viuall, tartly. az
SAINT 1.-Two forever, you mu,t comprc-
bond, and you've loitcrod your way up
in lie nfter such fashion that you
can't possibly Darn your living by your
self. And if you don't marry now.
whilo your good looks last-such az
thoy are-Pm suro 1 don't know what
will become of your
Mrs. Vinall spoke with roguIsh
sparkle in her eyes, although her lips
wcrc wrcathod with grave sole muity.
Garry caught up her bonnet and ran
out of tho room.
'I'm not going to stay hero to DO
lectured any more" said she, Taught
10 spite of herself. "rll go to tho viii
lnge after somo moro salmon pink wool
to finish my shawl"
"And you may stop ut Bridges, s."
added hcr mother, land get mo q
package of matches, and half pound
of Oolong tea, and somo choose"
Tho prctticst littlo creature in the
country" sho added to horsclf, with
true maternal pride, as sho watched
Garry go tripping down tho lane; "and
IL could only 500 her wolf settled in
lifo lshouidn't caro- how soon tho good
Lord took mo away, But lido wish she
would fad it in hor heart to fancy
Solah Brown, he's such a good, sub
stantial young man. Folk Graydon
may have citifed airs about him. but
doubt if, in tho long run, ho'll wash
aud wear as we'll as tho othor ono.n
Aud so Mrs. Vinall went down stairs
to her pretty rustic occupation of skim.
ming cream, in cool, stone floorcd
dairy, where the light siftod in through
screen ofquivcring woodbino leaves.
and tho milk-pans shone as if they were
mado of hammered silver, instead oil
commonplace tin.
Such a golden. sultry midsummo,
day as it wasl Who would ever have
supposed that it would change into tina,
force, sudden storm1
Mrs. Vinal was standing on tho door.
step looking up at tho sky from undo,
her shading hand, when Folk Graydor
cnmo sauntoring along tho quiet coun-
try road, sort of modern Adoni,.
Looks like Storm" said no, caro-
lcssly.
at tho samo moment sslah Brow
jumped on tho fence, in his WORKING
dress, with something in his hand.
'Pvo found a whip-poor-wilps nos
Tor Garry, Mrs. Vinall,r said no. /"
nearly stepped on it whom 1 was cu!tips
the grass on tho north side of the bio
oblong meldow. Sho has alway.
wanted ono for her collection. There
it was right close to tho ground jus,
q tangle of sticks and stems"
"Ye'," said Mrs. vinall, absontlv
"oarry'll BIO nwiu.ly pleased. Just la,
it on the window-sill,. Selah, please
it'll DO safe there. do wonder where
sho isG''
"Whero Garry isa' repeated Brown.
/ TN tho house. isn't shcap
mo. She vsat down to tho yillauc