Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1889-07-05
A Positive Little Woman
by MARY u. sLEIGHT.

Mrs. Prindlc stood in front of the
picr-Slasi trying ona new bonnet. She
was plump little woman with fair,
baby like face, and no one could blame
her for gazing ut herself with some
comp!accncy, for the dainty bit Of
millinery rcrchcd over the curlcy brown
bang was exceedingly becoming.
"Thcrc'll be othing like it in Hutch
inyilc," tie said to herself, with thrill
OF lridc, and her fingers meanwhile ilut-
tered like humming- birds among the
trimmings, touching here flower and
there loop.
She WAS going 10 IIutchinvllc the
next week, for the first time since her
marriage, to spend few days with her
mother, and the bonnet had been select
Ell from Madame lie Grande's latest I'M
portations with view TO dazzling her
rural friends.
81 only hope nothing will happen to
1t before | get there" was her thought,
ms she turned at last from the mirror.
She even denied herself the pleasure
OF wearing it to church the next dav
fearing n shower, for the skies were
lowering. To face her city ocquaint-
anccs for one more Sunday in the bonnet
that she had already worn a whole sea-
son required far lc,s strength of mind
than to take her seat in the little Hutch.
invillc church conscious that her bon.
net, robbed of its pristine freshness, was
being pounccd upon by every eye in the
congregation; but she could not resist
putting it on to let Jack SEQ how he
liked it..
SITS pretty we'll up in the world"
said Jack, viewing it critically, with his
hands behind him; "but that seem, to
be tho fashion in head gear nowadays.
And really, on your head, my dear, it
looks remarkably we'll"
Mrs. Prind'c precncd for moment
before the glass. She was almost
tempted to wear it, after all, but n
warning plash on the window kent her
from yielding.
81 won't risk it." she said; and pu.
ting the bonnet back in its nest. she
stood on tiptoc and pushed the band
box IN place on tho upper shelf of the
wardrobe
llulchinvillc was nights journey by
boat, and the next day proving stormy,
Mrs. Prindlo, in terror of sea. sic knees
decided to defer her trip; but with the
waning OF the afternoon The wind sud
denly shifted, the clouds parted, and
the sun burst forth like monarch newly
crowned. If it was going to be fair
night, it would be too bad to disappoint
her mother, who she knew would be
looking for her the next morning. and
ordering carriage at the last moment
she hastily gathered up her baggage and
departed.
She was a methodical little woman,
and even for the short time that she was
to occupy her state room she wanted "a
place Tor everything and everything in
Its place." but oil boarding the boat she
met an invalid friend who detained her
for half an hour or more in the ladies'
cabin, and before she could arrange her
belongings in her state room the ca
PRECIOUS wind had vecrcd again. She
stood Tor moment at the window try
ing to persuade herself that there was no
cause for uncasiness, but the rain was a.
ready driving against the deck, and tho
increasing roughnoss soon compelled her
to take refuge in her berth.
! To all those on board who were pre.
disposed to sea sickness it was a night
OF woe, and when tho next mornno
Mrs. Prindle took the stage for Hutch.
mvillc, the little village being about
three miles inland, she was TOO exhaust
cd to give thought to her bngrarc
even the precious bonnet had for the
moment drifted out of mind, and it wa,
not until she alighted at her mothers
door that the discovery was made that
the bandbox YVES missing.
With hasty greetings and equally
hasty directions as to where to find tht