Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1890-06-20
AN ECCENTRIC HEIRESS
BY LOIS GREY.

O'cr Inc ionS Drown level OF the land
:scape the pink coats made vivid spots.
The gray uppilcd clouds parted here and
there, giving passage to silver lances OF
slanting light. There was sea wind at
large, but it was tempered by immediate
spaces of sandbar and of dead stretch of
meadow grass, shrivelcd and dry.
The hunt was over. The wind blew
sup more keenly.
cts vecring to the cast" said the
young man who rode at Miss Brockton's
:, aide and who had managed to keep near
= her from start to finish. fortunate we
had such'a capital day. There'll be rain
Tomorrow.
Nothing original in the remarks. But
then why expect originality Mr.. Thomas
Ashington Revery was a good-lookinp
youth, who sat his mount we'll and was
quite faultless in the matter of. coats and
collars, nails and hands and boots. What
more could one ask?
But Miss Geraldine Brockton appeared
to have an attitude of asking the absurd,
sthe impossible. Had she not owned a
million i'll her own right such peculari-
ties as hers-such marked, curious ways
of looking ut things and doing things
would really have seemed in questionable
form. She was even as unseizablc ut
every point rs those long rays of silver
white light that filtered through the
clouds aud melted and was gone again
as you looked. Here, II few minutes ago,
with the glad blood in her cheeks caused
by the rapid motion, she had seemed
vivid, animated, pleased with herself,
with life: with her companion, perhaps.
And now that the latter had simply ut
tered n word or two in softer strain she
had stiifcned and frozen, abruptly, I'M
Approximately.
When Miss Brockton had dismountcd
lat her own door she went straight into
the pretty room where snt her chaperone,
relative and companion, Mrs. Gwynnc,
making tea.
This lady glanced up, caught the look
in the girls eye and said:
4 'What has Mr.. Revery been doing?"
"Doing" Miss Brockton's magnificent
eyes flashed fire. ''Do you suppose caro-
what that-creature docs?"
''If you don't care for him he cares
for You"
''For mel" Geraldine laughed with
incifablc scorn. "For my money you
mean"
So that was the trouble again. Mrs.
'Gwynnc had perceived Mt once that the
girl was in one of her moods"
al shall advise You, Geraldine, to rid
yourself OF that prcpossession of yours
You arc grown morbid OH the subject.
You are quite capable OF being liked for
yourself, even ii you are an heiress. Be
reasonable suppose you are not pre-
pared to be an old maid2 Then don't
ask too much of men,
Geraldine looked ut her
81 hate my money! she said with
slow vibrant intensity. 81 hate itl''
"You would hate more being without
it," observed Mrs. Gwynne, slipping her
tea.
"You think SOP" said the girl coldly.
<sYou arc mistakcn!"
She paused abruptly. lad hid
burst into the room, followed bya young
man, tall and dark. This was Eddy,
Miss Brockton's brother and pet, and his
tutor. The boy began to chatter away
TO his sister, but the tutor presently
said:
.'Come, my boy"
"Shall give you cup of tea, NIr.
Severn?" asked Mrs. Gwynne.
'Thauk you; no."
He was gone with the boy. Geraldine
had not SPOKEN. After II little while she
laughed:
4. "What a model tutor it is! How well
he keeps to his place."
Mrs. Gwynnc flushed angrily.
al wonder of Won Gnr,IJiooI n,l.o.o
are times when you seem lacking not
only in feeling but in good taste! MIR.
Severn is q gentleman-a scholar More
of gentleman and undoubtedly more OF
a scholar than any Gwynnc or Brcckton,
pcrhaps''
Geraldine turned a little pale.
elbow very cutting! How you take
Mr. Severn's part! Happy Mr.. Scvcrn!,
Then, abruptly, without warning of any
sort, she bridged the space between her
self and the little Moorish stand, and
Mrs. Gwynnc, in deep surprise, felt the
convulsive clasp of two strong young
arms about her neck.
ooh, Aunt Martha! Aunt Martha
Aunt Martha! Don't mind me! Don't
scold me Ill am unhappy! And
in doubt. am so tossed about9 So
so"
.swhy-why-Gcraidinc
But the storm-or that phase OF it, nj
lcast-had passed already. Gemldinc
drew herself up. She set her teeth; he,
lips,
"But shall not BIO any longcrl an,
resolved shall know what to expect p
Her eyes shone, brilliant smile flashed
over the traces of tcars. She opened the
door and vanished.
When Thomas Ashington Rcvery called
the next day Mrs. Gwynne was con.
strained to tell him that Miss Brockton
had. gone to town.
"What! Alrcadya She told me she
expected to remain out until after tho
last mcctl"
ooh, she is only gone in for two o,
three days." Mrs. Gwynne fastened tc
explain. s'shc told me that she wished