Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1892-03-18
(EN FoRREsr GRAVES.


A. he had no business shortcut n
IN # e across nv pasture lots. But there, Il
Fanny. faint no use your scoluln = L
always calculated TO fill up that wen
when I got time. And Pun sorry as you
ho that the schoolma'a spra'heo ner
ankle there. She's nice girl, anu sho
helps to. support that oiu aunt =
out West, an" -, r,o,,
e.It was all my own fault, Mr.. TucK-
er,a' broke in sweet emery "
ats Just as you said about p p,.; Du
nont's hired man. hadn't any pusiness
crossing your lot, but l was IN sucn
hurry, and it's an eighth Oh mn
shorter than.to go around by the main
!. Mi Miss Richie, the village schoolmistrcss'
stood there ip the doorway, leaning on
rouchly.improvised crutch which
Harry Wait, the carpenter' hau m''0'
Her cheeks were pale, and there was
iook of suffering on her brow, even
though n sort of forced smile had beer
\ summoned to her lips for the occasion.
n Ia me, Miss Kitty" said the lar
a5s\ mcr's wife, fastening to bring fusn w,
~ toned kitchen chair. "fou 10 lou
clear, penlsed out. Gideon, go down SUI
I IAN bring up glass O cold root bee
NJ right away" 90;
n, ~ can't do it, Mrs. Tucker" sal
Kitty, Fl" . Unto the CHAR
~, i. !, 10 ne = = do what, Miss ssaxtva"
Salked to the sclfooolSSbousc II
1g,", Miss Richie answet S.ed .lea
IN my crutch and resting Hs~y turf
I've walked so far on my way bseae
Y u feel sick and faint, and 1 can COY
81, 46rther." ~
"There!" said Mrs. Tucker, tragjcally
apostrophizing her husband as he 1stood
at the head of the cellar stairs Nth n
stone bottle of home brewcd root beer In
his hand, ''see what you've dohe!"
"Twarn't mel" suffered poor Gideon.
s'Sliss Kitty III hev to give up her
school," added his wife, "and all through
you"
Kitty could not but smile, even through
the pain of her singing limb at Gideon
fuckers rucful face.
sob, it isn't so bad as that!" said shc
cor at least hope not. mean to keep
my school if Ipossibly can. And I'll tell
you what my plans are. You know that
old house under the locusts?"
"What" cried Mrs. Tucker. I "The
Richie Ruin2"
Kitty WINGED little.
''Yes," said she, II suppose it is a
ruin. The grass is growing up through
the kitchen floor, and the shingles have
all rotted away on the north she, and ]
don't suppose there's pane Of glass left
in any Of the windows. But the door.
are sound, and the roof dosn't leak tc
signify. Henry Wait saysfit could be
made quite comfortable with few pine
boards and pound or so of nails, sc
long as the weather don't turn cold; and
if hlr. Tucker would allow me to liv,
there this fall"
"Tain't fit for even foxes to live in ;
cried Mrs. Tucker, aurriedly. =,
"Why," more slowly spoke her spouse
81 was calkilatin' to store my pumpkins
nm cabbages there; but of course il
you've took notion to the place"
= ~ was born there, l1r. Tucker" said
Kitty, in q low voice. 'sLong before
father and mother were Obliged to sell
the old place. Long before poor old
Aunt Ruhamah wandered away and went
to her relations out West"
eyes" observed Mr. Tucker, nervous
ly scratching his head; Sand until get
your Aunt Ruey's signature to my title
deeds, they won't be with moren so
much waste paper. At least SO Lawyer
Goodrich says For she had some sort
OF share in the property sane OF crazy. u