Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1890-03-07
for her book-shc knew it wcll-out OF
sheer pity, as ono gives alrSs to beg.

sueer plty, " QUO gives alLSs TO beg.
gar.
She las in Mr. Cozzens office again.
IIEhe tookedyat her out of his bush of white
hair. His black eyes and black nose
more poodle ike than before.
She had wasted her day, .risked sun.
stroke, failed In her effort land crushed
hcF hopcs,s What did he care, if he had
one subscription morea A book agent
was almost sure to get one, aaa hundreds
toiled over the earth every day with the
same results. u RA Es
Very foolish to give it up so, he de-
clarcd "The first day never counts I
have iladiespn my, list making hundred
dollars a week zwhosgot no subscribers on
tne first day, and Oh, your dollara
Yes yes. - And here is your percentage
ten cents But you ought not to de-
SPAR when you have secured the name of
Captain Barton on your list. We'll, good
day"
Shc was gone, threading the streets
that led to the ferry The boat first;
then the train. Was that the train
comingl What roar. How black it
was! She staggered. but she did not fall
to the ground. Some one caught her in
his arms i14ssss = egaHtf
Out of darkness, out Of rest, out of
strange communion with her, mother in
another world, Phoebe hoatod back to life
again A woman sat beside her and
famed her.
I shes all right, now said voice of
tho family -dootortordcf.-t a"Only faint
ness; not sunstrokc."
Then peace again; and waking. much
better.
'''AIy poor fathcr!" she sighed. Gle
must be so terrified! Some one has been
so kind; hut let me get to my father ut
once.
"All in good time, said tho motheriy
woman ut her side.
"iour father won't he anxious,
Phoebe" said man, and her only sub
scriber stepped where she could see him
"I found your name and address in your
little notebook. went and told him
you'd be home tomorrow. You don't
remember me, Phwoe?"
Phnbe smoothcd her dress and sat uH
on the chintz coach and looked at tho
Speaker. Nl
u "You subscribed for my book she
said. t3turss s,s irrf.
~ "But before that snid the man. "Bc.
fore had u beard, aud went away to sen
witt! no hopes of being Captain Don't
you know Billy Barton, Phpbe?'
"Oh" cried Plio,bc. els it you9"
al thought knew you,. said Captain
Barton. 81 followed you, wondering il
| dared speak and You looked so ill. So
l was there when you tainted"
Hc took her hand, and held il, and
lifted it to his lips before he putt down.
''Thc same sweet girl, " he said, softly
"Good might. Peggy will take good care
OF you. Every one who falls sick ut this
hotel knows Peggy"
by next morning PhTbc was well
again, bat Captain Barton insisted on see
ing her home ?
"What did pa say?" sine asked. care
you sure he was not worried2"
He said, replied the Captain, with n
smile, THAT girls are never to be depended
on, and that if he had had son he never
would have cut up such pranks.
PhGbe felt the tears rise to her eyes.
"Thc old gentleman is very much
broken, said Captain Barton. ''He does
want son rs well us daughter; don't you
think so, Ph9be2' H1'Il
When he said that, nc looked ike the
I Billy Barton of the long gone times.
A few months afterward he asked the
same question, adding:
'Won't do?"
And 80 it came to pass that Phn6c, in
stead of ending hcr life rs solitary
spinster, married Il man vino loved her
truly. Thc mortgage was paid off the
old place, and the farm was no longer
managed on Jharcs. And the old gentle
nlaiE, what with freedom from care, and
luxurious living, grew stronger and
brighter in every way; much ionder OF
his daughter TOP, us IN the oldcn time
So that one day, when Phroc Barton
came Gown to breakfast, and sat waiting
! !or t.lose other two, and thinking of the
day with which this story begins, she
laughed softly to herself, and declared :
"And Pm really the happics. woman
in the world to-day, believe, after