Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1890-06-27

OohctiHcS, wien inc Olu man S r0u
dangled over the water, younger
angler would take his place near nina
handsome young fellow with black hair
and the brightest eyes in the world; and
then the hours went by like hours in n
dream, and Picnic felt happy rs she
hail felt when child by her mothers
side. And Uncle Bill laughed and told
fishermen's stories. AS for the Young
man, silent or talkativc, he was ALWAYS
charming. So thought Picnic. She
was seventeen; she had never had a
lover. She was we'll read in romantic
lore. What happened was only to be
expected. In little while two lovers
sat beside old Uncle Bill on the banks
OF the pretty stream, and walked to-
gethcr rs far rs the little gate in the
hedge that nobody else used, and did not
hide from the old mau that they parted
with kiss.
Fred Howard was not n fashionable
man, only the son of poor widow,
who had made bookkecpcr of her boy.
What holidays he had he spent at
home. This was his midsummer vaca-
ton; he was bright and good and hand
some, but Mr.. Norris surely would have
had other views for his youngest daugh-
ter.
And so, one day, as the two, having
met accidentally on the road, were talk
ing together, with an expression on
either face that made an old country
lady, who drove past, remark to her
husband: ''1Iiram, take my word for
it, thcm's beaus," Mr.. Norris marched
up behind the pair, and appeared like n
very ilorid ghost between them, with
an:
81 WINS not aware. Mr.. Howard, that
you had ever been introduced to my
daughter"
The young man blushed, but an
swercd ''But have, sir-by my friend,
her uncle"
"Oh." replied SIr. Norris, lowering
his tone little. '.Thcn you know my
brother, Mr.. Whipplc Norris, in the city9
He is relative / am proud of-worth
half a million if he is cent"
81 have often heard of DIr. Whipple
Norris" replied the young man frankly;
''but have never met him, owe my
introduction to Miss Picnic Norris to
her Uncle William-ah-ah " The young
man suddenly remembered that lie did
not knew Uncle Bills last name
"lIcr Uncle William!" repeated Mr..
Norris. "Euphcmia, docs young Howard
alludc to your poor mothers unfortunate
brother, Billi"
Picnic bowed her head.
"Young Howard" repeated Mr.. Nor
rls. "That person has no authority to
introduce my daughter. Consider your
self q stranger to her henccforth"
Phemic looked at Fred. Fred looked
ut Picnic.
''It is too late, sir" the latter said.
al love your daughter, and have won her
heart. She has promised to be my wife. :"
Mr.. Norris stared at him, lifted his
! eyebrows; stared again through his double
cye-glass, and spoke sternly:
81 have one daughter who is credit
to me. Lord NIcTab paid great attention
to her last winter. He has written to
ask my consent to their nuptials, which l
shall give, and he will return in the fall
to be married to her. An English noble
man would hardly like brother-in-law
who makes, perhaps, twenty dollars II
week. My eldest daughter, Mrs. Tim
kins Trotter, has married gentleman
who is esteemed the wealthiest man in
Mincville. My son is with my brother
in New York; man l am proud of.
Now | shall never make fuss about
Picnic. only tell you this: If she
marries you, l disown her. You can
take her if she chooses. l shall never
give her penny. She may have her
clothes and trinkets, and go. If she
Ohava mo Sh cbatl hn or ,;.,..i..
well provided for. She is plain and I'M
progressing; butt knowa young clergy
man who will attain cminence, who only
needs my permission to propose. She
might do very we'll with proper portion
for Lin. She has thick waist, n large
mouth, and ordinary features" continued
Mr.. Norris, turning his eyc-ylass on his
daughter; shut Il clergyman should not
look for beauty"
''Shc is the prctticst girl know, and
if may earn her bread and butter, can
do it, said Fred Howard. "You give
her to me, sirl"
mo-" replied Mr.. Norris. "She may
give herself to you il she chooses to be
beggar."
Then he walked away.
10 HcliiiC anu CEclt StOOu looking at
each other, old Uncle Bills head arose
above the shrubbcry.
81 give my permission" he said with
more than usual dignity; "and I am her
mothers brother. l think you will make
her happy, young Fred Howard"
The maiden aunt and the sister, who
was to be the bride of IN English noble
man, led Picnic sad life of it for n
while; but one morning she walked out
of her home in her simple church going
costume, and was married in the little
chapel of st. John. Old Uncle Bill, in
his oldfashioncd broadcloth suit, went
with them, and gave the bride away Mrs.
Howard was there, and school-friend
of Phemic's, and fellow ciGr.l OF Fred's.
None of the Norris family. And after
the wedding they were to go upon Il
little trip. Phemie's trunks had been
sent to Fred's mothers little house. The
bride was not as happy as she might
have been under other circumstances, but