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

a horseshoe would bring me luck some
day; and knew of course, what she
meant. So I've been practicing riding
ever since, whenever l could get away
from Aunt Beck and Uncle Joshua,
and"
"Mrs. Dapplcton Amcs is i'll the draw
ing-room, ma'am," said the white capped
maid, appearing with an oxydizcd silver
card-reccivcr In her hand
And Mrs. Blythe checked her daugh-
tcr's condolences mt once
"Lydin," cried she, "I'm surprised e.
you'll A great girl like you scu,lling and
romping around the country! Go back
to Shady Plains by the very next train,
and try to behave more like lady.
Why, you must he fourteen at least! !"
"Scvcntccn, mamma" confessed the
culpTit. "But aren't you going to give
me the hundred dollars2'
81 have not got II hundred ccntsW
inpaticntly cried Mrs. Blythe. "And if
l had, | wouldn't give it to you, you
! naughty, il-hchayed, rompiny-Ycs,
Matilda, tell Mrs. Dapplcton Ames that
L shall DC down directly, and bring some
tea and buns for-for Miss Blythe be-
iOit Viz ucNJ tEi.u goes.
But when Mrs. Dapplcton Amcs had
finished her call, and Mrs. Blythe came
back, the bird had down. Lydia, deeply
wounded and rcscntful, had promptly
returned to Shady Plains
"rhat obi gypsy must have been II
llu'nbug, after all" thought the despair
ing girl. "Oh, what shall I say to
Uncle Joshua' Why was mamma so cold
and cruel to mc2 Oh, dear, 1 am very,
very unhappy"
"Shady plains!" shouted the con
ductor
And as Lydia crept sorrowfully out of
the train, something bright, like Il fallen
drop of dow, scintillatcd on the floor mt
her feet. She stopped to pick it up. 1t
was diamond scarf-pin in the shape
of horseshoe.
esquire Cariiart's company must have
dropped it," said Lydia to herself.
ooh. how it sparklcsl If it were only
mine! For l am sure it must be worth
more than n hundred dollars"
She glanced furtivcly at tall. broad
shouldered young fellow who had been
seated i'll the train few seats beyond
her.
"ITc never looked around" thought
Lydia. "rm glad Of it, for he must
llavc known that had been crying. But
| must give this back to him."
With Il light, swift step she hnstcncd
to overtakc Squire Carhart's city guest.
Please, Is this yours!" she said.
holding up the glttcring hnif-circlc.
81 found ii on the car floor close to
where you were sitting
He started and raised his hat.
at is Mr.. Wotton's neicc, isn't it2"
said he-''Miss Lydia! Yes, it is mine,
and I'm thousand times Obliged to you.
must have fastened it in very carelcss!y.
And | value it very highly, too; it was
a gift from my father"
''Is it worth great deal of moneyi"
asked Lydia, lifting her sca-bluo eyes to
his face.
"About hundred dollars, suppose
81 wish it was mine, " said Lydia, with
n long sigh, rs if she were thinking
"Yonrs' Why, it isn't ludys orna-
ment'
"oh, not the PIN" Lydia hastcncd to
explain, "but the momey-thc hundred
dollars. Good-by! Here is the carriage
waiting from Carhart Court"
"Will you let me drive you us far rs
Wotton FARM" asked the stranger,
cautiously
Aud tired Ly'lin willingly acccdcd.
The upshot was that when she entered
her unclc's presence, she gave him Il
bank bill representing the price of the
"prizc colt"
Where did thee get this money,
child'" solcmnly asked Uncle Joshua
"I-I borrowed it," confessed Lydia.
"Dont ask me any more questions, IN
Gle. I'll pay it back if have to pick
black5crrics Mt four cents quart all
summer"
II hope thee will give up this hoydca-
ish BUSINESS of scanpering about on
horseback, Lydia, after this" severely
spoke Aunt Rebecca
"But, aunt, the old fortune-tcllcr told
me that my fortune would one day be
made by a.
Lydia stopped abruptly as she rcincm
bercd how the diamond horseshoe had
glittcred on the floor at her feet that day.
Her color rose, her heart heat.
"Tllce must remember, LYDIA" adj
monishcd Aunt Rcbacca, "tlat all di
vincrs and fortunc'tellcrs arc snares of
Satan"
eyes, Aunt Rebecca," mur,nured the
girl.
But from that day an inscrutablc
change came over the whole character OF
hp;. life
The pleasant summer sunshine had
faded out of the laad. The Saratoga
hotels were closed; gay Newport was de-
serted.
And Mrs. Blythe, sitting in the yellow
light of her jonquil silk curtains, was
smiling over n card which Matilda had
just brought in.
Dear Algy" she murmurcd. 81
knew he would GOMEZ"
She glidcd into the white and gold
drawiag-roo:a, all gracious cordiality.
kENnt, Il. 4