The Valley Virginian. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1865-1895, 1892-11-24

SoAc anu siio hHcit uOWA ny Her DeQSlQe
with the Thanksgiving hymns still ring
ing in her ears, there were tears in he
eyes and sadness in her heart.
That was one Thanksgiving, and, oh
how sad a one!
There were dreary days of hoping, O
waiting, of disappointment to Doroth,
before another came. She had know
Bert Darricote all her life, and it seemed
to her she had always loved him. Hi
bright, quick boyishness, his innat,
manliness, his very fault even were dea,
to her
IF | could only see him." she said, a
the weeks passed by and he came not
mo matter where | should meet him
would go up to him and give him hi
answer / would tell him | loved him.
Women are not very reasonable crea
lures in matters pertaining to love. TX
her love means sacrifice, and her pleas
ure is to take the faults of the loved one
upon herself.
IffDorothy saw Bert at all it was only
occasionally and at a distance. The frs
time she saw him was at church, and he
had only lifted his head coldly.
His heart was very heavy during the
days and weeks and months after he
parted from Dorothy with the words Of
love upon his lips, but he was young
and foolish and proud, and had let 9
ciJlv ooloucx, h1:pl h;c ox,oe
The season of heartache was good for
both of the young things. 1t softened
it strengthened them. They both felt
themselves growlng-felt their feelings
intensifying.
How like to last Thanksgiving today
is, Dorothy!' said Aunt Charlotte, as
they took their seats in the sleigh
"Piease God it will not be so sad a
one" said Dorothy to herself
Are you afraid to trust yourself in
this old sleigh with me?' she continued
to her aunt.
sob, no." said Aunt Charlotte. sit
seems safe enough
The tramping of the horses feet kept
time to Dorothy's thoughts. She glanced
at the tall stump upon the hillock just
before they reached the little river. Yes,
it looked lonely, desolate, like a white
robed ghost-just as it had looked year
ago when she and Bert had sped by.
The horses hoofs beat mournful
strum strum upon the bridge, the sleigh
erI;1od ro,,;lI,, doup tbo loot c+oo,, do
cline. the left runner struck projecting
snag, and before they had time to think
Dorothy and Aunt Charlotte were strug-
Cling to extricate themselves from the
overturned vehicle in the soft snow. A
jingling of bells were heard behind
them, and before Dorothy could realize
it Bert Darricote was bending over her.
s'Are you hurt, dear?n he asked very
gently.
sob, Bert" she said joyfully, taking
his hand and rising to her feet.
The young man looked moment in
silence upon the sweet, young face ups
turned to his.
See where we are, Dorothy! just
here, year ago today, l asked you to
be my wife," he said. evil you give
Me an answer ncw?''
Eyes, Bert was all she answered, but
it was enough for him.-Pdtie71ce OrieJ.
SENATOR HILL TO MARRY.
It is Said His Partner Will be a Geor-
gia Widow.
New YORK, November 14.-The Ad-
vertiser says this morning: David B.
HIPS bachelor days are numbered.
When he returns to Washington in Dec
ember to resume his place in the Senate
it is altogether probable he will have a
partner with him. The lady who is re-
ported to have won the clever politi-
clans heart is a southern beauty named
Mrs. Fannie Iverson, of Atlanta, Ga.
She is q young widow and retains all
the beauty of young woomanhood. Mrs.
Iverson has three children all boys.
Mrs. Iverson comes of an illustrious
and wealthy family. Senator Hills visit
to Atlanta on the occasion of the first
meeting with Mrs Iverson was made in
company wi tn Governor Flower and a
of other New York politicians
to secure the Worlds Fair for this city.
A latter visit, when the acquain lance
was renewed, was made by Senator
Hill upon the occasion of the unwilling
Of the Grady monument last fall
The Senator expressed great admira-
tion and she in return did not hesitate
to say that the bachelor Senator was a
delightfully."- companionable gentleman.
Mrs Iverson has three children, all boys
a snug little fortune and many friends
in the fashionable world. The Senator
has fine home in the suburbs of
Albany. 1t has been decorated and
furnished within the last month and
much taste was exhibited in the selec>
tions.
Gleason at the Cyclorama.
Professor Gleason handled four horses
last night at the Cyclorama Building to
exhibit his power over dumb animals.
He first took in hand dark bay horse,
which he, said, had refused to work in
harness. After few minutes he brought