Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1892-12-30

stone wall afforded it vantage ground
the Mlyery tangles OF clcmatis wove Il
lovely garland, and tall masses of golden
rod and purple fringcd asters held w
their clusters of dazzling bloom. And
in the hop-felds merry voices. ECHOED
from morning until night. -
Will Pcndcxtcr, walking up and down
the aisles of silvcr-grcch LEAKAGE, with
his hands behind his back, might have
reminded one of Boaz in the ancient
Scripture story-princely BoaZ standing
in his haTEest fields and giving n kind
glance ind pleasant word to every one.
LINT he handsomc?" said little Fanny
DITTO Miss Morgan, the rectors daugh-
ter. Fanny was little pale dress
maker, with an incipient couch, who
had been recommended by her doctor to
spend fortnight Ill the hop fields; and
Miss Morgan, whose mother had died Of
consumption. picked hops every year on
principle, just MS Judge Marlcy's daugh-
tiers visited Long Branch. "And all
the handsomer since he turned gray ;
do wonder why he never married !"
Don't you know?' said Miss Nor.
gan, sagely.
"No."
81 can tell you, thcn," said tim rec
tors daughter, who dearly loved NOR.
sci of genuine romance. because his
first love Tilted him."
''As il any one would ilt Will Pen.
dexter" said incredulous Fanny.
"Oh, but he wasn't Squire Pendexter
then-all this happened twenty years
ago." averred Miss Morgan, her flying
fingers never leaving off among the
pale green hops. "That was before nc
inherited Pcndexter Farm. He was only
II poor young farmer then, with hi, own
living to make, and this was beautiful
girl who was spending the summer here
And they were engaged and all-and
the very night before the wedding she
ran away with an Itelinn, one Coun,
Caprivi, who was singing on the New
York stage" &
Fanny drew long breath.
Sand what became of them2" sai,
she.
ooh, they went to Italy where TIN
count expected to succeed to large es
tates, and l suppose they are Their,
now"
Fanny looked with secret awe at tn,
ruddy face and magnificent height o
Will Pendexter, rs he sauntered dow
the green aislcs of waving tendrils ant
tremulous leaves, and almost wondered
to hear him ask Mahala Bentley about
her baby, in the oiT-hand, ordinary Ian
guage of.everY- life, and give lam,
Billy Bartlett 'good day." just as i
there had been no Countess Caprivi il
the world.
But Fanny Dix was but girl yet; sh,
did not know now twenty years viii
bridge over the darkest gulf in q human
life. There is no scar that will not hea
in twenty years-there is not grave OF
which grass will not grow-aye, and
daisies bloom, in twenty years.
&C don't know that we can TAX,
another hand, Simpson," said SOUR,
Pendexter, meditatively. "The field i:
crowded already"
"What l thought, exactly, SIR" sait
the overseer, respectfully. "But thi
ERE is pretty young slip OF girl, witt
a feeble mother dragging along on he
arm. And man doesn't like to sa
mo- to such SO thought I'd jus
speak to you, before"
"Where are they2" said the Squire
rubbing the gold knob of his walkin
cane against his nose, and Simpson kne,
that the case of the forlern strangers wa
sale enough.
Smother, don't fret; here comes tn
gentleman now" said clear, soft
toned voice, and Squire Pendexte
found himself looking into pair q
wistful, decp-b!ue orbs-orbs that be
longed to slight, beautiful girl dressed
in faded fabric and worn shoes, VIII
was leaning against the well.cush Fl