Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1889-08-23

4 tc NOuit HONi stllNl IuD HIS WIllC, Wrllllsitf
old hands, and cvincc feeble sort OF sat
isfaclion in the sound other voice. "Tn
\ quite sure that they loved each other; ano
1 then that beauty, Althca Desmond cam,
along and made him believe that Kate
was only playing with hm-that she was
Ia hcartlcss coqucttc, Il mere fortune.
hunting butterfly And OF course Kate
couldn't endure that imputation. So after
we lost all those investments in the
4 Arkansas bond, we just packed ~, our
Il few things and left New York, and il
1 Kate can only sell her pictures, I'm sure
there's noting else left TO wish for"
/ Old Nan Simpson nodded his head and
smiled very hard, to signify his deep in
i tcrest, ms she paused, and Immediately fell
4 into Il compliment dozc in the sunshine
! And Kate, working Il; study of mn old
wreck, little way down the beach,
thought Of Allan Sandorson, and SAW her
colors through blur OF tears.
| So much occupied was She that she
| scarcely heard the sound Of footsteps ON
the beach behind her until they were
| close at her side.
Newcomers! y tall, swart -complex
loncd young man, with IA young lady
hanging -" lis arm, whose ilon;inm Gains
borough plumcs were damp with sea air,
and whose Algerian wrap was folded
gracefully around her slender ii..irc.
"Of NIL pooplc-Hatc Cicvcrcl.' cried
miss Desmond. "Allcn, do look here,
Who would have thought it. hone
you are well, dear! Such a charming
surprsc.'
Miss Chcvcrcl rose and bowed with
chilly poiitcncss; her eyes dropped before
the questioning look OF Allan Sander
sons.
"rvc come down here with him to see
that darling old distant cousin OF his.
whom he supports SO generously" ratified
on Aiihca Desmond. Mamma is nj he
hotel. And we are 30 charmed to see
you' dear Kate! Ii was SO cruel Of you
never to leave MS amy address when Won
went Away. And SIC really thought
81 beg yon pardon, said Kate. still
more trcczingiy, shut the sun is down.
| will dctain yon no longer"
Miss Desmond bit her lip. ana lief, of
talking; but MIR. San,lcr,on still fingered
care you staying here, Miss Chcyorcl?"
said he
"Ycs.'
"Whcrc, if may venture TO ask"
at Sand Cottage
''Sand Coitsgc." struck in Miss Drs-
monls shriIl, high soprano "Why. isn't
that funny! The very place we're going
10 call atln
Are you Mr.. Simpsons unknown rcl.-
tivc!' said Kate, looking fui! into Allan's
eyes at last. IL is strange. but we never
have heard his name vet"
81 ain Mr.. Simpsons relative certainly.
hut he was left in charge Of one Mrs.
MuS"n.an, who-''
'.Shc has gone away, explained Kat..
I'VE are taking her place. The cottage
suited us, ami she was anxious 20 go on.
West. | hope the arrangement does no;
GSplcasc you. MIR. Simpson seci,!s u,,itc
happy and conten;cd under mammal,
charge, and"
"II is very kind Of you----" mcc!lani.
cally begun Mr. Sandcrson.
But Kate quickly interrupted Him.
mot ut all kind, sail She. III is
merely Il matter If business. PERHAPS we
had better so to ;hc house at once"
"Oh, do lei usl' iu,tcrcd .Alihcs Dc.
mond. "s;uch Il darling. pir;urcso,,.
little spot! One could really fancy one
self in Arcadia. Won't you show us
your sketches, Kate? Oh, do, pleased"
pray cXc,isc ME, said Kate, straight
cning ny her slender neck like young
Diana, and buckling the strap cf her
portfolio tighter than ever.
(1l all ii,,,,.,.
age was the lar,ics, To endure.
Mis-. Chcycrcl'' amazc;ncnt 1T the SIGHT
OF MIR. Sandcrson and his fair, cnchan;-
rcss can easily be Imagined.
Old Man Simpson smiled and nodded
when Allan shook hands with him and
presented Miss Desmond; but This he
always did when the baker or the butcher
called, or even the little crrand lad who
brough! the mails from the village post
Office, 50 that ii WAS, perhaps, no sign
OF special favor.
But as he reached on FOR his unvaryins:
friend, the newspaper, his feeble arm up.
set the candle which had Just been
lighted and set ON Ike pine stand he
side him. and in second, newsi,a.,or,
curtains and all were in "a bright blaze.
"Alihca, hold the door opcn-quick
until | get the wheeled chair ont -
cried Sandcrson, iii Il voice OF stern com
mand.
But Miss Desmond, terrified OIL; of all
common sense or reason. fled shri.kirw
from the house, leaving the res; 70 their
fate.
Not so Kate Cheverel. She rushed into
the very fiery heart of the flames and
helped Allan Sandcrson to cxtricatc the
poor old paralytic from his mortal dan
ger, needless OF the risk she herself ran.
And not until his chair was safe on the
beach, where the purple twilight was just
beginning to fall, did she realize the
peril through which she had passed.
She grew deadly pale in the fierce re-
Election of the flames, which were now
licking poor little Sand Cottage out of
existence, and gasped for breath.
'Katc-Katc! Oh, she is dyingi"
cried Mrs. Chcvercl.
And then she remembered no moro