Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1890-01-03

dcr5on gratefully said.
"Thcrc is nothing reduces a swelling
like sugar of lead water" replied Fanny,
I'll wet the bandagc every now and then
with it. just you remain quiet, dcaric
and don't bother yourself about any
thing. You have no girl2"
"No, child,' Mrs. Henderson said
"Wc cannot afford to keep one"
"Tll get uncle his dinner" announced
Fanny.
"You'll-gct-Gcorgc his dinncr'
repeated Mrs. Henderson,.
Fanny noticed the incrcduIity in hel
tone, laughed prcttily, and said:
"Why shouldn't II If you will allow
me to skirmish around I'll manage to find
things. However, it isn't near dinner
| time yet. When went 10 the kitchen
for the basin | saw you had sprinklcd
the clothes. Shall iron thcmi"
She saw the odd smile that came &c
her tired aunts lips aud correctly inter.
prctcd it.
"Maybc you think cant iron2" she
pleasantly said. ''Just you wait and
Sec"
"1ut the dress you have on, Miss AT.
wood2 tt"
"Was selected for service" completed
Fanny. "Of course I'll put on enc OF
your aprons"
When George Henderson returned
from his crrand he heard some one sing.
ing chccrily in the kitchen. lie stepped
in and saw his niece ironing away ms
dcftly as il she had spent the best part of
her life at it. She made such pretty
picture that he stood still aud looked at
her. '-t-S -. -
elbow do you do, unclc?" twinkle ol
mcrrimcnt in her brown eyes; then she
went and kissed him, standing on tip-toc
to do 50.
"I'm glad you've come, Fanny" he
said with hcartincss. al suppose Matte
explained why did not meet you AT The
stationi But, why are you ironingi
Where is NI;ttic?"
"Shc is lying down, uncle. She fell
and spraincd her ankle"
MIR. Henderson stepped into The sitting
room, n look of concern on his face
"Why, dear, how did this happcn?'
he kindly asked.
ooh, how does anything happcn?" sh.
replied, a little qucrulo,lsy. "Through
my own awkwardncss, no doubt. al
most tainted, tho pain was so great"
"Docs it pain you now, dear"
az am glad to say that it docsn't."
I'll bathc it with sugar of lead water
he said. "Thcrc isn't anything better
"Fanny has already done that" re-.
piled the wife. "lt was her own suggcs
ton"
COIL" calculated Mr.. Henderson, with
increasing appreciation of his niece.
"And she insists upon ironing A
pretty mess she'll make of it,"
"Wcll, maybe not Mr.. Henderson
said in a quiet tone. al watched her q
little while. Matte, you are Il good ironcr
but she is your equal
sob, nonsense, Gcorgc!" exclaimed
his wife. "Rcarcd i'll the city, us she
has been"
"Didn't necessarily make her lazy,
silly, novcl-rcading imbccilc," intcrrup
ted her husband. "Pcrhaps We haven't
been just to Fanny think she is
solid, energetic, capable sort of Il girl,
and it is lucky that she came"
'eAit hpl'' ~ IlipNCSO ktDliDl-
ingly rcioincd the wife. George, there's
the buttcrl"
"I'll churn that" he said. "Wc'll gel
along. Just keep your mind at ease.
You will get about much sooner if you
to-"
Fanny Atwood prepared dinner, now
and thea slipping into the sitting room to
wet the bandagc, and to chat in her
CHEEKY way with her patient.
On the third day Mrs. Henderson was
able to hobblc to the kitchen, where she
found everything in most excellent
order.
"I.ook At my currant jelly Fanny
proudly said, as she held up one of the
glass jars to the light 1t was translucent
and bright us ruby tinted wine.
at is very nice" Mrs. Henderson said.
GLOW much sugar did you take9"
Pound for pound, replied Fanny.
~ wasn't cXtravagant, was r."
"You were WISE" her aunt said with
smile.
She opened the door leading into the
cellar.
"Fanny, did you whitcwash the stair
way?' she asked in surprise.
eyes, auntic. II needed it. knew
you meant to do it, for | saw you had
Stacked the lime. Isn't it nicely donc?"
every nicely" Mrs. Henderson said
"But it wasn't right for you to do it
Surely your hands"
"Look at them" Fanny SAID, laugh
ing. "Thcy are as white and soft as
any lady's. [ put gloves on-and then
| have sort Of dainty way of working.
I can do it well without pitching into il
all over. If it was right for you to
whitcwash the cellar-way, it was right
for me to whitcwash it. | came here to
help you aud to spare you; to ride the
horses, to so to the mill with Uncle
George, and to make myself useful and
welcome. If you are not going to let
me work, or have any fun, why, Ill go
right back to New York"
She spoke with volublc carncslncSs,
her gestures rapid, her dimplcs dancing
Mrs. Matte Henderson sat down in .