Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1892-09-30

the rain done 1t. I've knOwed that ruff
was leaky this good while. An it's my
dooty to tell ye, maam, the back stair
case amt safe to use no longer. There's
one step gone and the bnlusters loose
And cook says she's that nervous she
can't stay in the house, with the loose
bricks tumbling down the kitchen CHM
ney every time the wind raises Bit"
Mrs. Moore sighed. She was n hand
some, high featured woman with dark
eyes and a shabby gentecl silk wrapper
Morn ut the elbows.
'Ncver mind, Betsey, said she. sIt'll
all be right, once Hiss Ethel is married.
Doctor barrow is man of wealth. He
will rebuild the old Moore homestead tor
u.s."
"Well," muttered Betsey, "it's
good thing the weddin's comm soon, or
there wouldn't be no house left to re-
build"
AT the same moment n pretty young
gypsy of sixteen was rushing frantically
into one of the great, sparsely furnished
bedrooms with pasteboard box in her
hand.
Overhead plump little plaster Cupids
swung garands of flowers from the
cracked and discolored cornices; n faded
rag supplied the place of carpet, aud
the merry sunshine played hide and seek
with the worn places in the yellow dam
ask curtins, and beautiful young girl
sat at a rheumatic writing desk, with
her chin supported in her hands and her
sea blue eyes fixed dreamily on space.
ETHEL! Ethel here's another box
come by express!" screamed the young
sister, breathess with rapture sit must
be the veil! Do open it and look. Do,
Ethel, please. Oh, never saw Il wed
ding veil before in oil my life, and | do
SO want to see what it is likel"
Ethel Moore looked up.
"You can open it," said she, without
a change of posture.
swell, l declared" said AIily. "Any
one would think WINS the bride. Well.
here goesl Oh, ON isn't it bcautiful2'
Ethel leaned forward little and scru-
tinlzed the delicate folds of lace moro
closely.
eyes," she said, indifferently, "it's
pretty enough. But it's the wrong pat
tern; it don't match the LOUNGES and the
jabot."
ut must go back at oncel" cried
Mllly. "Only three days now, and the
wrong pattern OF lacel What are peo
pie thinking Off"
"Oh, let it stay" listlessly uttered
Ethel. "What difference does it make
whether it's one pattern or another"
"What difference2" Milicent looked
hard at her sister. "Oh, Ethel, Ethel
I'm so sorry Cousin Jim is coming to the
weddingr e.
Ethel Moore colored an intense scar.
let.
,'Sorry-sorry that our own cousin is
to be here on the occasion of INV mar
riagel"
"N-no," hesitated Millicent-"not
That. But it sets you to thinking OF
MIN. Is he so very handsome, Etnel2
ls he handsomer than Doctor Darrowi
You're such funny girl, or you would
have photographs OF both Of them. But
there comes the pony, and must make
haste, or shall lose the down express
train, for the veil." 81
Mike, the GRAND boy, was promptly
deposed from his place in the battered
little village cart, and Miss MilIy
jumpedin, took the box in her lap, and
whipping the pony brisklY up, drove
away as fast as she could.
AZ eAhC ioi tuC cApTcSSl Sic
Hsied. "And now may as well wait
. Tor the up train. There may be some one
ihat know on it,"
81 beg your pardon" said O pleasant
deep-toned voice., "but can you tell me
the way to Moore's Cliff"
Milly turned, and saw handsom,
man, with light valise in his hand.
''To Moores Cliff" she repeated
"Why, am Millicent Moore. and In
going straight there. "I-think-yo,
must be-Jiml"
THAT is my name," he answered
brightly. 'tAnd you are little Milly, o
course"
She looked gravely at him. He could
almost read the sudden changes o.
thought in her blue, solemn eyes ant
varying color.
"Please get into the cart!" said she
81 suppose must take you to the Cliff
as there's no depot wagon here. But,
touching the phlegmatic pony with he
whip-lash, "pm almost sorry you'y
comel'
"sorryf Why, little Millyl And
Thought we were to be such friendsl" he
cried.
81 think perhaps I'd better tell YOU