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

Dc't hc' saul MIS-. rel, what Is
tho matter with Garry! Amt sick, is
shc?"
Mrs. Pcll had come up TO her lodgcr's
room to borrow II dust-pan. Life among
the poor-tcncmcnt house life, at least
les all give and take; and Mrs. Pcll
borrowed dust-pans and egg bcatcrs
just as Mrs. De Ritter of Upper Fifth
avenue would borrow piece OF music.
or Miss Waldcgravc the last new novel.
The Bcltons had only heicly come to
the house. They were very poor, vet
Mrs. Pcll somehow respected an intan-
gibic essence of ladyhood that hoycrcd
about them. They had no CARPET on
their food, yet it was always clean; the
curtains were made of "cllc"sc- cloth" Il:
four cents Il yard; the bed on which
mothers and daughters slept assumed
the simiitulc Of n stained pier wardrobe
10y day. The cooking was done on Il
Kerosene stove in the corner; and Mrs.
Pell had discovered that Mrs. Bcl;on
did iloss-siIk embroidery on flannel for
infanis' wardrobcs. while Cary was one
If the attendants in Muller & Co. )
great dry-goods store on Broadway.
81 knowcd 'hcy was gcntccl,' said
Mrs. pcli, 'thc minute set eyes on
en-. Mis-. Bciton's dress is shabby;
md Mrs. lIouric, the grocrr's wife OF.
The iirst-iloor, wears brand new silk,
hut Mrs. Bolton wears hers somehow
different; and Carry's bonnet is plain
black straw, with loops o green ribbon.
but it's great deal more lady fed than
Susan Jane IIawlcy's pink Grape, with
HE red feathers and the Rhinc-s stone
daGgers stuck in it,.
But today Carry was crying, and
Mrs. Bclton, with her iloss.sill en-
broidcry pushed to one side, was trying
10 comfort her as best She could.
"No,' said Mrs. B.lton, "sho ism,
sick, but
~ am discharsed!' said Carry, sud
denly Strengthening herself up II We
lost my place. On, of the customers
brought point-lacc handkerchief TO
tho store to match it in nounces, and
she couldn't find it afterward, and"
al know" said Mrs. Pcll. 81 had a
niece once in one o. them big stores. and
you can't teach me much about en-.
The gals is sacrificed right straight.
along to the customers whims. 1t was
laid to you, Of course"
"And may consider myself lucky,
so they tell me- cried out indignant
Carry, '1liat l am not arrested and
thrown into prison. Only previous
good conduct has saved me! But
don't consider myself lucky! / consider
That l have been insutcd and aggrcvcd.
L"
"Carry, Carry~ gently soothcd the
mother.
And CArry's passionate words died
away i'll flood Of tears.
''But what arc we to do" she
walled. GLOW arc VIC to livc2 No
one will take me in, after this. It
would be useless for me to try to get q
situation"
"God will provide, Carry" whispered
Mrs. Bolton.
At that moment there came n sharp
tap ut the door.
rs the young woman ready for tho
place out in Orange County," asked a
.gruil voice. ''Mr. Jcssup's wagon is at
the door. That's me. Aud he's a. wait
in"
'La, mel" said Mrs. Poll, starting
up. 81 clean forgot all about it. Name
of Jcssup2 Louisa Olcott, she's dread
full sorry, but her uncle amt willin',
on sober second thoughts, to let her 90
out OF the city. They've gone to Concy
Island today, and"
CANT that the young woman2' said
Dir. Jessup, nodding his head toward
Carry Bolton as he stood in the door
way.
Certainly not" said Mrs. Pcll,
bristling up. "This is floor above the
Olcott rooms"
mo oifcnsc, no o1fcnse!" said Mr..
Jessup. "But what be 1 goin' 10 dog
My vito sho calculated on my bringin'
home hired help, and dunno nothin'
about your Intelligence offices. And
tho train goes at eleven"
what sort of place is it2" asked
Garry, suddenly turning around.