Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1891-02-13
..1t,s plain enough, !, said Dick.

notion Of having seen her before!
III didn't bring my book nlongl"
sho calculated, humping her hitherto
forgotten pamphlet. "a silly little
thing was reading in hammock--a
regular hammock sMolly's Low
ers.' Molly has six frantic lovers so
far, and Pm expecting seventh every
minute"
Why couldn't he think of something
funny to rejoin7 lie should think of
tho right thing later, he knew.
He flicked the horse, and thought of
| saying something about the length OF her
visit, but that brought to mind the i'm
posing glorics to which sho would re-
turn. Rich, stylish, Travelled, and Dick
had never been farther than Harrington
in his honest, healthy lifel
But he mastered courage for dcsper-
ato final effort.
Haven't seen you bcforc2" he said,
rather bluntly.
"Mcl Whereof" said Miss Faulkner.
"That's what don't know" he said,
lamely. tBut I OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
howl don't know; can't explain it.
Maybe never have"
He expected no reply to that STAN
mcring attempt, and got mono. Miss
Faulkner sat quiet, Us though discour-
aged and exhausted at last. AMI Dick
poor Dick He wished that he was
somewhcrc-anywlcrc else; that he knew
enough to say boo to u goose; that he had
never been born.
What must she think OF him2 That
he WIS tongue tied, rural 5awkl
lie cast an nfrrigtcd glance at her, sit
ting dcmmrc and lovely He was almost
in love with her, he knew that. In love
with her! We'll, his misery was strange
ly complete. Half an hour ago he had
been phlcgmatically serene. Nowl
"Look" Carrie cried, miraculously
rousing herself. ''lyild rosesl jim, 90
and get some this instant. Dick, too.
You waat some, don't you, Miss Faulk-
ner2"
"Oh, yesl" Miss Faulkner cried, and
took the lines from Dick.
"Iou shall have all can get" he
murmured anxiously.
Jim followed him, and Carrie followed
Jim.
~ know they I'll overlook that prcttiest
spray-just for minute, Miss Faulkner"
she said.
1t was for more than minute. The
horse gave sudden plunge, though
eighteen years old and sobcrncss itself,
but chung now and then to the frisky
habits of early youth.
n white paper was driven under the
sorrel nose by the wind, and the fright
ened animal gave n snort and galloped
down the road ut ferocious speed.
There was turn not far away, and
Dick had not recovered his breath. be-
fore he saw the Inst flicker of Miss Faulk-
ner's blue dress in cloud of dust. The
old horse flew round the corner.
"She'll be killed." Carrie shrickcd,
while Jim stood pctrifed.
But Dick swung into tho road, and ran
or iished. Tic had not been aware that
such powers of speed lay in him. He
tore.
OF course she would be killcd-thrown
and killed-or fearfully Injured, at best.
A frail girl behind temporarily insane
old horscl He should find her lying
hfclcss somcwhere-that he was suro of.
But whereof He had turned the cor
ncr, but he could as yet see nothing.
How far he ran, out CT breath, with IN
ache in his side, and gasping, he didn't
know.
1t was nearly q mile. Small wonder
that when he did make out something
ahead of him at last, things were swim
ming before his eyes, and his head was
hot and buzzing.
The object was not buggy. 1t was
perzon-and not recumbent person,
either. 1t was young woman on her
feet, hurrying toward him. 1t was Miss
Faulkner.
''Nlr. Corwin," she called out, breath
lcssly-"oh, did you think was killed.
How absurd it wasl Nothing but n
newspaper. But how the horse went
How you look You've run all the wav.
How could your"
She had dropped down on the grass,
and she pulled him down beside her in
her excitement
~ believe you've nearly killed your
self" she cried. "What did you do that
fori Take off your hat and loosen your
collar, can't your You're purplcl"
SIN all right'" Dick painted. It's
you. I thought 1 should find you lying
dead somewhere. saw your hat back
there"
THAT came off, of course said Miss
Faulkner.
She was half pouting.
Didn't you think had bit of nerve
to let myself be killed just by q frightened
horsof The ideal just sat still and
hold the lines with all my might, and let
him go till he got tired. know he'd
stop some time. He's up there under
that big maple. See him2 tied him
to the fence, and came back to meet YOU.
| thought you'd be-worricd," said Miss
Faulkner, demurely.
''But you're pluckyl" Dick cried, his
heart humping little less furiously.
"Why, not SO awfully," said Miss
Faulkner, turning her clear eyes upon
him rather impatiently. Anything else
would have been stupid, you know. And
why shouldn't know something about