Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1890-03-21

tho room, olmoSt as SSc4fcj5ia3 a mute,
"The idea of our hafaSring Yankee
was preposterousl It would never 6i1 in
the world. Going into Aunt Bells room
rs fast ms my feet could take mo, asked
her advice. She threw off the coyer and
tried to get out of bed, but rhoumatics
held her back. 'Why,' she said, 'the
ideal No, no, that blue coat can't stay
i'll my house. Tell him to get away-I
don't wish to breathe the same air he
docsv
g But, Aunty, said I, 'ho is too ill to
walk. You ought to see how pale he is.'
That's nothing at all. Call Tom
and get him to help you dump him in
:ho street. Do you heart
III started to the sitting room, but had
only taken few steps, when Aunt Belle
called me back to say
&c Dear, it's rather chilly to put sick
person out. Feel his pulse, and if he
has very hot fever you might put him in
the iittlc room on tho left till to morrow,
anyway. Then I'll SEQ about him myself.
But before you go you may hand me an
Other, blanket, This coyor isn't enough
''I then went into the room softly,
hoping If the young soldier was asleep
that he'd remain 80 till I'd felt his pulse
anyway, for, goodness knows, 1 didn't
wish him to see me. After getting near,
and listening to his short, quick breath
ing, cautiously lifted his arm and hid
my fingers on his wrist. But, dcaric
me; before had time to count three he
opened his eyes and smiled at me. [
dropped his arm so quickly that really
didn't know whether he hnd fever or not.
However, u bed was prepared and Unclo
Tom (Auut Lnny's husbandD helped him
i'll it. For week lie was right i'll, and
| grew accustomed to feeling his pulse
and dosing him up. But between US I'll
We got him we'll.
"It was two weeks after he got up be-
fore he left us. During those three
weeks We had seen good deal of each
other, and some way the day of his de-
parturc came sooner than liked. just
an hour previous to his leaving he asked
me to sing to him one song before ho
badc adicu, perhaps forever, to tho
Southern girl and home he had grown to
love. 1t was hard task for me to
attempt. But went over to the piano,
he following, and began my song. Be-
fore l had half finished the words came
from my lips in jcrky sobs, my head
toppled over on the piano and cried oil
over the keys. Hc leaned over me,
fondled my hair and whispered that T
must not gricvc, that he was coming
back some day.
''I felt very lonely after ho'd gone,
and | am sure Aunt Belle did, too, though
she didn't say so. Old Aunt Linny said
she believed wus gwine in sumption
sure But she was much mistaken l
heard from him twice, then no more let
ters came. But in May following tho
close of the war, while sitting one eve on
the steps, feeling sad and gloomy, somo
one whispered, Dearest and there, safo
and sound, stood my soldier boy, como
back to claim his Southern bride.
"Aunt Belle, Aunt Linny and her 'old
man went up with us to see father and
the girls. There we all stayed for sew
cral weeks after my Yankee boy and
were married.
"rhey all said they couldn't help low
ing him, even if he was Yankee.
"Times were very dry all over tho
South and our wedding supper was rather
poor, but nevertheless we had fcnst of
hnppincss."
Just then there camc heavy footsteps
at the door; then my Yankee uncle came
bustling in.
And when saw Aunt Bess throw fresh
wood on the fire, get his dry slippers
ready aud the affectionate meeting be.
tween them, l thought it was sweet
story and all the more so for being real
-IhiLqdelphin Times.