Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1891-12-11

I'll go down to tho wagon and mako him
give it up. Like g any way he'll hitch
right up and get of without waitin' for
it to be light"
She decided that it would not do to
risk the safety of tho money in the can
again, and after counting it tho second
time, she tied it into an old stocking leg
and buried tin the depths of the paper.
rag bag that hung behind her bed. room
door.
"Thcre amt any use goin' to bed again
now; it ill soon be mornin'. believe
I'll look over those beans I'm goin' TO
cook, and thon get the carpet rags
down out of the loft and look them over
and see If they're in condition to send
away. 1 half believe I'll take them over
to the woman tomorrow or next day
and not wait to save up the rest of the
money the way begun. Or perhaps
she'll wait for the balance"
The morning was clear, and the sun,
which came early at that time of the
year, lit up the wet prairie-grass and
made it dance and sparkle like jewels.
Mrs. Dyer waited impatiently. for the
first light to sec if the movers had broken
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were still there, though evidently making
preparations to go.
1t was broad daylight when Mrs
Dyer put on her sunbonnct and started
across the prairie toward tho wagons.
Her courage had nearly forsaken her,
and ut one time she had given up the
idea Of going at all, but when she srw
that they were getting ready to go the
sense of her loss was too strong to Let
her remain.
1t was longer walk to the wagons
than she had thought. The prairie
grass was still very wet and draggled
her dress. She was tired after the long
night, and before she had reached the
wagons she wished she had not come.
She found the men hitching the horses.
There were two of them. 1ne one
woman of the camp was sitting up in
one of the wagons, ready to go. She
was very thin and looked sick. Her
blue calico sunbonnet hung loosely
about her face. She looked so weak
and childlike that it went to Mrs. Dyer's
heart.
"Good mornin!" she said, looking
first ut the men aud then at the woman.
No one made any reply. Tho woman
looked ut her abscntly with pale blue
eyes.
"You're sick, amt you2" Mrs. Dye
said, going up to the side of the wagon.
"Ycs, be-" she said, in whining
tone, hardly looking at her visitor.
What's the matter with you? I should
not think you'd be travelin' over the
country this way when you can't hardly
sit up"
"Thats what we're travlin' for. Jeff's
taking mo out to Arkansas Springs. They
say it'll cure me. 1 don't believe it will
We've got out of money and don't get
enough to cat. feel like I'd die before
| get there. wish would, get so tired
ridin' all day"
The other wagon with one of the men
had started. The woman's husband
went around to the other side of the
wagon and sprang in, sitting down be-
side his wife.
''Stop your glabbin' to everybody that
comes alongside of the wagon" he snid
roughly, and taking up the lines he
started oil across the prairie after the
other wagon.
Mrs. Dyer stood watching them for
minute, and then walked slowly back to.
ward the house.
''To think of that sick woman ridin'
clear out to Arkansas Springs to get
well, and they out of money and hcI
goin' hungry? 1 declare l feel as if
ought to made them wait and give her
every cent of that carpct~money. I'll
never look ut that rag carpet but I'll see
just how sick and hungry she looked.
half believe | wish he'd stole it ~
The Century.