Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1892-05-06

81 can 90 over it once more, then, ;
Khoda answered, striving to keep steady
her soft voicc-''for | don't want to
offend you, AIr. Oimstcd-oh, you know
that! But cannot marry you. Me, a
PLAIN country girl, without money or
position or advantages of any -i--.,l
district school teacher, ar he daughter
of farmer! And Va, Il city man, with
with all that ,acll and morc-with n
family who Jul1 he Mortified mt YOUR
choice, j. they knew of it. 1t has been
Il m's axe, Mr.. Olmstead," said Rhoda,
bravcly-''our having had so much to do
with the boardcrs here this SUMMER
and the rest OF the Easthampton girls.
It's been nice, going to the dances and
picnics and all, and having good times
with all of you. And you have been
very-ve,y kind. But'-shc ended with
a sort of desperate iierceness, for her
heart was throbbing dangerously -.'but
| would not do you the injustice to marry
you! 1t would be IA failure. You
would not be happy with me back in
your city home among your city friends.
You would be ashamed of mel"
"Ashamcd :"
George Olmstcl turned upon her n
looS-a stare of amazcmcnt and hurt
feeling and ndigna.ion-which it seemed
TO Rhoda she would never forget, truth
iul though she believed her words to
have Eccn.
You will marry that fellow, Steele
Owen Steele Shall you2" her lover said,
his voice hoarsencd.
"lle has asked me-" Rhoda answered,
letting her eyes dwell on the face which
had grown dear to hcr-for would it not
'c the last time. "And think-yes, I
na forcsec that shall marry himl Don't
gu see how much better suited We
,hould be, Mr.. Olmstcd? We are of the
came sort. He would never be ashamed. M
She had not meant to rcpeat the taunt
which had so hurt him. She looked IN
at him rather pitifully.
"Good by" she said, with tears in her
eyes and her voice" sood-by!'
They were standing in the doorway of
her little schoolhouse, for the Easthalnp
ton school directors had decided upon
beginning the fall term in August, and
Rhoda had been teaching for week.
"Good-by!' she said, fora third time,
faltcringly, and locked her door and
turned away from the palc-faced young
man, doing every thing mechanically, and
conscious of an odd, dazed feeling that
her lifc-her lifc-was over and done
with now, forever, and left him motion.
lcssly standing there.
She fouud her mother in the kitchen,
/ u-,1 l,,- a1~
midde-agcd woman half-lying on the
scttce, her calico dress fallen in limp fold:
and her checked sunbonnct laid aside
"Why, it's Mrs. Petcrman." sale
Rhoda, with kind interest, her saddenct
young face warming sympathetically.
Eyes, it's Mrs. Peterman, with one oil
her awful sick headaches" said hcl
mother, hurrying with the camphor and
ammonia and hot water all at once
Here she's comes clear over here, foul
miles It's to her house, you know-wth
the incest blackberries I've seen fol-
years, l was going to saw bushel OIL
more, and fine ones-and the sun has Sc
her head to aching so she can't see hardly
and she isn't fit to stir. 1 want her t.
give it up, and just rest here all night
She'll be welcome
"You'rc awful good !" said Mrs. Peter
man, family; 'Pnd would, Mis- Mcr
rift, if twan't for them berries. l cam
let EN- go to waste and not git CEN
fer 'em. The children and me worked
most all yesterday Citing 'em, and W.
need the money. Sakes alive! l dom
know what be going to do" said Mrs
Peterman, all but tearfully, tapping the
floor with her worn old shoe, while she
pressed her aching head with her stained
hands.
You wanted to peddlc thom al
through here, 1 SUPPOSE said Rhoda
with her quick sympathy.
az was calculating to--yes."
SHOW much do you sell them fora"