Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1892-02-05
PRETTY GLADIS CURTIS,
BY ME1tAn MITCHELL.

Greatly! Well, you are one of those
fricrds who grow plcasantcr and pleas
canter till one"
ZIP NJ. That means am to 90; it
wants just ten minutes to one"
Gas you like; but l did not say =. NJ"
And Gladis Curtis gave he head n
proud little bend tLat said "Good-morn-
ing" as plain rs could be to her compan-
ION, who stood leaning lazily against the
railing OF the piazzn, watching her with
his heart in his eyes, and question on
the tip of his tongue
"Alay } come again Mt four?"
I'll you like. | shall not be here. I
am going with Jack Hilton for IL paddle
81 m his new canoe; but Miss III. w. G.
Bacon, OF Commonwealth avenue, Bos-
ton, Massachusetts, will grace this corner
OF the piazza mt exactly II quarter past
four. ! heard her say So
And Gladis prepared to answer n
summons from her mother, who sat in
tue cool shade of the hotel parlor, where
the matrons and chapcrons were wont
to spend the mornings in select little
circles, each with its own particular
Kind OF fancy or charity work and topic
.S;,Ql conversation.
~ !Beverly Post escorted Gladis to the
door, and there, with smile and certain
hit oil the hat that showed him to be II
New Yorker, he left her without a word.
for his heart was in tumult.
WHAT had he said or not said and
what could she mean by substituting
M}ss Bacon for her own dear self2
81 came to thinlSAboA. 1t. Gladis
IS IS M Ill Alike herself What
Il tired or indifferent?
I'll II s n 81 yof both, and yet there
Is 81 /, Even that morning when
rs TIT Il rs tY that she cared for him.
- q 4 it all about? And, lover
gan blaming himself in the
!; 3icring way for all sorts of i'm
i 4 sa5B Rults-his dress, his walk, his
~ n No appreciate certain things or
i f8 3hat she liked
~ ,&ss9R had given him little book to
j -somcbudy's longings or con-
n ons; he could not remember the
flme. That was n week ago. and she
probably waiting for his opinion;
3and he had not looked mt it, but had
sA4 talked of stocks, elections and n bicycle
't55Arip his club had taken. What did she
now or care about such things? And
q }et, she had listened to him, and even
t4Dretenucu 10 be interested.
f1 He. was one of New York's most
\ promising young lawyers, and was taking
a months vacation before entering on
the great duties of life.
A handsome man with dark ewes and
hair, and quick, responsive nature that
:. was as honest and earnest in all its pur-
poses as men of Beverly Posts birth.
education, and training are sure to be;
and although the fortunate posscsser of
: an independent income, he had not only
chosed profession, but thoroughly
fitted himself to meet its requirements.
He was just twenty. six when be first
nct,''pretty Gladis Curtis" as every one
called her; ''and that was only three
weeks ago" he was saying to himself MS
4: be-ran up the steps of his hotel, twill
make poor lawyer if do not"-and
here he hcsitatcd, and blushing like
schoolgirl, twin this my first case. %
In the mean time Gladis was listening
in an impatient soft of way to her
= mothers little lecture about always an
pearing with Mr.. Post
''You know we'll enough my dear.
that | have decided to take YOU abroad
next season, and you do not know what
chances there are in store for you. Mr..
Post is very nice, but have great hopes
2 for you. We have been invited to visit
~ Lady Dlildale, aud Mrs. Whitney has
been telling me about them, and how
royalty they entertain"
SAWef, mamma, do not think YOU
Sneed>- worry about Mr.. Post; he is
Schprnied with Miss Bacon, from Boston;
he told me himself that he admired the
;is;;;pose of her head, and the intellectual
- curve of her lips, and that she had read
:, Blackstone from beginning to end. And
~ asked him who the author of Black.
- tonc<was, and he actually laughed Mt
%Snei and SAID L had better ask Miss Bacon
tolend me her copy. 1 was so provoked
,st.Wt; assured him could provide myself
with reading. oh dear! this dress
never does go on as it ought to- There's
sn q, the. lunch bell, and l am not nearly
6 z ready. Do so, mammal"
{ After her mother had gone Gladis had
Z a little cry. Then she rearranged the
.sottenling dress, and started down stairs,
. sdefermined TO be as unlike Miss Bacon
as it was possible to be, which, in truth,
would not BE- a difficult task.
GIadis was an only child. Her father
bad died before she could remember
him. Her mother, who was rich, and
of an cd New York family, was ono of
81 che sure to- be.theres of Bar Harbor.
J, She had spent the entire season there for
y many summers, and occupied the same
* suite of rooms in the blouse by the
Sea- as the hotel was known to the
folks year after year, which fact she
could prove By the date on her veranda
81. chair; for all permanent guests provided
themselves with their own veranda
chairs, and assorted their ownership by
neat little cards bearing the owners
$ name, and often date, as in Mrs. Cur
tls's case, of old residenceship tied to
y tho upper risht-hand corner on the back
of the chair.
There was the judges chair. the adj
miral's chair, the doctors chair and