Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1890-01-17

one is reading it. Aud you really know
herl"
81 have tho plcru,o of knowing her
most intimately returned Wayne.
"Shc is beautiful, of courica'
Very"
t'And her manner ~ iA1 II .l...,
"Shc is very quiet and retiring. No
one would ever su'pcct, either, tina. shc
was successful authorcs,, or ths most
cultivated womin in tho state.
Glare sprang up from his chair in en-
thusiasm.
IS, much the botter.'' said he. 81
hate your blue stocSing' who go about
in battered frocks Al u,k7 fagcrsl'
But OIL haven't told me-" inter
po'cd Wayne. show y on commenced to
correspond with person whom you
confess that you never saw"
"Oh, that is plain enough. had
been reading "A Lost Love, and, in the
magnetic spell of the momont, sat down
and w:otc to tho authorcss-lircc ing,
Of course, to the care OF her publishers
She answered ny letter i'll the same
spirt-and, by Jpvc, old fellow. this
correspondence has been tr,t. all
along. Her lc,tc-s a.o cha-ming."
Mr.. Wayne smiled.
al see that shall have to Introduce
you" said he.
Clara wrung his hinl.
81 shall be your debtor all my iifo
time if you WILL" crici ho.
81 am going down to sec her thi,
afternoon" said Wayne; "and if you
will meet me ut tine tire, O clock train,
will venture to in,u'c you wei.
come"
an be as punc,ual AZ the clock. ;"
said Robert Care, with spirkIiny eyes
and heightened co.or.
Aud he kept his word.
yellow Valley, ch!" said he. glanc.
ing at the railway tickets in his fricnl's
hand. WHY it cant be- possib!cl L
was bo; there. know every ono in
Yellow valley" 3
"Thcn pcrhip, you know this lady"
G arc shook his head.
"All the men at Yellow Valley arc
hum'lrum, money making machines"
said he. "All the women are smiling
and stupid, without an idea bcyonl
c7oquct and wors.cl work. Blu. per-
hap' shes visiting thcrs."
eve shall scc," sail Wayne, with
provoking un commun;cativcnc,a.
At tho Yellow Valley station littlo
close carriage me. them. with respect
full driver in plain clothes, who touched
his hat to Mr.. Wayne n if he wa, a
familiar guest, AMI away they whirlcd,
under tho bending green Of the elm
bough', and pms. tn, peaceful home
s'cads tina: lined the way to tho village.
WIN" exclaimed Glare. rs the car
riagc drew up in from: OF pretty stone
villa, 'this is the Oil Diane mansion!
What on earth are you stopping here
for!"
Yes" said Wayne, at is tho old
Dcane mansion; and here ia your UNI
known corre'pon lent, the authoress Of
a Lost Love. coming to welcome w."
And the mex moment he had folded
slight figure in his arm' with most
loving kiss she dis,nyascl herself,
laughing aad blushing.
"Phil, what an unc.vi,z.I savage
you arc!' said she. "Ani have not
even spoken 10 Mr.. Clare"
Eu, Mr.. Clar. stood t-ansfxci in
sort of incrcduloas SURPRISE
"Gcr:y!' cried he-"G,rty Deauc."
she inclined her head, with a
roguish dimp'c in either cheek.
eyes, ;" said she; Gcrty Daanc. Oh!
you never dreamed that you were cor
responding with me, did you' Fo,
Pals sister copied all my letters and
posted them from Philadelphia; and
Phil didn't object, aad--"
''Bu' what BURNERS wa, it of Mr..
Wayne's2' rather hauyhtiIy demanded
Robert Clare
'oa, none in particular" said Gcrty
''Oliy we were marie last month"
Glare stool ayhast. His Gerty-,he
dark eyed little gypsy who had one.
been so submissive to his every whim-
the queen of the literary world un.
known correspondent Whole glittcrinn
intellect hal so dazzlcd him-anothc,
mans wife!
When the bul il only half open nc
one can tell how royal rose it NAV b..
COM. And when Glare went back To
the city on the evening train that night,
he caught himself repca,in White r.
reirnin: