Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1890-12-05

And how deftly they welded the
spiderlike scissors, on which wero en-.
graved the initials IN. J.l"
But she was finishing now. J be-
gan to feel nervous about paying
money to such superb creature.
She arose, packed up her instru-
mcnts and put ON her hat, which sho
had laid aside.
L handed her double the usual
charge, my habit always. She took
it calmly, thanked me and passed out,
with bow and smile, holding tho
door open for her, and specchloss as
sixtccn-ycar-old boy.
was consolcd by the thought,
however, that should SEQ her again
the following Saturday. Judge of my
disgust, TO find another sent in her
place, who knew nothing Of Miss
j. at all.
The following day called on Mrs.
c.. Madame did not oven know
Miss is addrcss-she was not one
of her regular operators, but had been
sent to her, her own staff being pre-
viously engaged. So sorry, etc., etc.
Months rolled on. had contracted
the bal habit of promcnading the
streets, in the hope that Fortune would
be kind to me-that might meet her
accidentally.
never did.
"De!ightcd to sec you, Mr.. s..
To whom shall L present you? Oh! L
know. My niece. Awfully clever
girl. Supported her mother and her
self for long time aficr her fathers
death. An uncle left them legacy a
month or two ago, sufficient to enable
them to resume their rightful place in
society. Where can she be? DON'T
see her anywhere. Never mind. I
will later" Thankful for my escape
from this paragon. l left my hostess
to receive her guests, and threaded my
way through the crowd Of gay mask
crs, at last gaining the shelter Of
friendly doorway leading into con-
scrvatory, against which leaned with
a sigh of relief. l had come to this
''bal masque" OF Mrs. VS. princi-
pally to escape from my own company.
My spirits were not in keeping with
this gay asscmblagc, and soon found
my thoughts wandering when
GLOW do You do?" soft voice ut
my elbow said. "You do not seem to
recognize old friends"
started. Where had heard that
voice? There was the self-samc tremor
again! Was i in my doiagc? Could
not lady speak to me without my
losing my balance? Truly, it seemed
not.
"You have rather the advantage of
me, with that mask on" said l, con-
fusedly, almost falling over a plant
standing near. clutched the door
frame TO steady myself, breaking
finger nail in the effort.
discovering somewhat, 1 took tho
Soslt.sstEetchcd ungloved Misunderstanding
astlthe, Wnilc to penetrate t!s:e disguise.
-.
sTheSe4ssdss Something familiar about
the largo white Ian |, with tho well
polished nails, about the curly auburn
hair, but-that was all.
The tall figure was so drapcd that
it was an utter impossibility to tell
anything regarding it. The eyes
were hand :omc, but the mask prevent
cd their color from being detected.
"Hou have broken n nall" cxamin-
ing it critically. "Allow me to trim it
for YOU" all the while retaining my
hand.
I"Ccrtainly," hclplcssly stam-
mcred.
Then came forth n pair of scissors.
Ship! snip! the rugged edges were
Trimmed.
Arc those initials engraved on them?
Yes. What arc they? Yc gods I'M.
}.D!!!
"AIy manicure"
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| "And Mrs. VS. niccc!"
\ married my manicure. We have
two little manicures, whose nails arc
personally treated by their mother
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