Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1891-12-18
u 81 }' 2swrlnEled with age,
END her cow was black and severely

\ tf Louise was certain she had never seen
her before. Her surprise} therefore,
mny be imagined when the caller rose
4 Ito her fest, and, coming quickly toward
/ her, reached up OH tiptoe aud kissed her
on the forehead.
II SID have known you anywhere, my
4 dear" she said, s'from your resemblance
to your mother"
'.Yes, but-but-p
And here Louise paused. The old
lady whose face, when one came to look
ut it closely, had certain sweetness of
depression, seemed 80 confident that she
was known that the young girl felt as
though itswould be almost like striking
/ herito say that she had not tho remotcst
ideAiwho she was.
81 looked for you over at the station"
went on the stranger, pulling Louise
down to scat beside her on the sofa,
and gently smoothing with her wrinkled
fingers the fair ones she still held; Gam
I waited some time. Then thought
somethin might have kept you, SO in
quired the way an come over in the
cars by myself. But I'm most tuckered
out. Can 60 right up to my room2
If lie down for spell think I'd feel
better"
Her rooml She had come to stay
then. Louise was utterly bewildered.
Matters must be straightened out at once.
sim very sorry" she begun, "but-
but think you must have mistaken the
house. Was it Mrs. Theodore Alley you
came to see2'
~ The.old lady, who had half risen from
her seat, now fell back again with lit
tic gasp.
"Mistakea" she repeated. "Thcre
can't be any, can there, when you're
Louise Allcy7 Didn't you get my let
4 terri"
81 beg your pardon" said poor Lou
Use, beginning to grow very nervous, "I
don't know who you are"
"Then you didn't get my letterl" cx-
claimed the old lady promptly. "P'raps
/ ought to have fixed it different, but
Pm Abby Moorhead."
sob, mothers Aunt Abbym cx-
claimed Louise, putting her hands out
instinctively. HssI--I thought you were
out in Dakota"
$50 / was, my child, but got back
this spring and was sick long time up
at my brothers, in New Hampshire"
',sBut- how did you know where we
werc2'' inquired Louise. "We've only
lived here two years"
That's what I'm going to tell you.
went on Miss Moorehead. at all came
4 about SO quecriy. You see the railroad to
the White Mountains runs through Con-
man, and two weeks ago there was an ac-
cident, and passengers came to Tim
othy's for linen to bind up the wounds,
an if 1T wasn't Albert Bond"
"Oh, yes, "brokc in Louise. ''Hc's n
very old friend of mothers"
But, at this point tho oil lady's body
swayed to one side, and Louise sprang
up and caught her in her arms. She was,
as she had expressed it, stclcan tuckered
out" and was now on the verge of n
swoon.
Louise reached behind her aud pulled
the bell, and presently Della appeared,
the picture of nmazemcnt.
"Here, help me up to my room with
Miss Moorchead, and Louise, with COM
pressed lips, gently put her arm around
the old lady's back.
Between them they got her up the
stairs, where Louise applied res:oratlves.
and presently she opened her eyes and
looked about the dainty furnished room
inquiringly.
+ SIS it all right, my dcar?" she said
feSbly.
"Xes, Aunt Abby, but you must lie
quite Tor a, while, and try to get some
rest. Twill darkcn the room and come
back soon, and I want to find you
asleep"
"You are very kind, so like your
MOTHER" and the old lady's eyes fol-
lowed the fair young girl out of the
room.
And Louise7 With lips still COM
pressed she hurried back into the
library, trying to feel that the struggle
was all over, and that right had tri-
umphed.
| "The girls will be horribly disappoint-
ed, SUPPOSE" she thought, ''and May
Here the silver Ginning of the tall hall
clock striking the quarter after four
warned her that if she wanted to keep
May from stopping for her she must send
note at once.
"I'll write to her first. If she comes
here and finds I'm not going, there'll be
scene, know" soliloquized Louise, as
she pulled down the handle of the mes
senger call. .sBut how shall keep her
from it2,1
An instant's thought, and then she
hurried on into the library, seizing paper
and pen, and, not taking time to sit
down, dashed off the following:
I
DEAR MAY:
Don'tsto for me. Explanations at boat.
Yours
LOUISE.
"There, hope that isn't nnjustifablc
deception" and scribbling of the adj
dress, Louise sealed the envelope aud
called to Della to give it to the messen-
ger. who had just appeared
Then she rang for another boy and sat
down towrite her note of explanation to
Fred. This dispatched, she tiptoed into
her own room, saw that, Aunt Abby was
slepDino and then went intn her mothnr's