Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1892-02-05

Gated stranger to Bar Harbor and its
ways as taking possession of one of these
chairs.
Gladis had been given every oppor-
tunlty that good schools end wcll-iillcd
purse could provide. She was barely
nineteen, very handsome girl, with
bright winning ways that made her a
favorito with every one. And although
not student as Miss Bacon was, she
was bright and quick, and really knew
and studied great deal more than she
admitted; but the well-dresscd comforta-
bile out.of-door life of the pnce charmed
her, and she had given herself over to
walking, driving, tennis, dancing, ca
noeing, as completely rs it was possible,
wondering ut times if life could be any
happier.
But one day little cloud sailed in.
and with it came, first, Beverly Post, and
then Miss Bacon.
Now Gladis would not acknowledo nc
that she was jealous, that was too mean
feeling, and yet she was, and she really
had no cause for she had never seen
Beverly speaking to Miss Bacon; he had
only spoken of her, and if she had
stopped to analyze her fcelings-as no
doubt quiet little Miss Bacon would have
done i'll her placc-Gladis would haye
been surprised to find TINT it was not of
+ Miss Bacon personally she was Jealous.
but OF Miss Bacon's accomplishments.
For the little lady had been through col
le9e, understood perfectly five languages,
had been all over Europe, written a prize
essay on the inheritance of property, and,
1T was whispered, was reading law. A
woman can forgive another for being
badly dressed, but it is hard to forgive
superior knowledge; and SO it was TINT
although Gladis could find all sorts of
excuses for Miss Bacons plain sensible
dressing, she could not excuse her for
having read Blackstone.
She was fretted and unreasonable.
and, like Beverly, felt her imperfections.
II had taken some time for her TO me-
knowledge that she cared for Beverly,
and the fact had not really come to her
until his unfortunate remark concerning
the Boston girls clcvcrncss; that was
more than week ago. At first it had
the effect of making hcra little thought
full; then she had hunted up package
OF books some one had sent her early in
the season. and among which had been
the book she had loaned to BEVERLY
Besants "All Sorts aud Conditions of
Men,"
Yes, she had read it, but felt sure not
as carefully as Miss Bacon would have
done; in fact, she had hurried thronuh
with 1t so us 10 loan it to Beverly, with
an idea of letting him see that she could
appreciate good book.
He had taken it because she had asked
him to read it, but had forgotten that
hA had it until that morning. Now he
would read it. But some way the story
dragged, and he summed up his verdict
long before it was time to appear ut the
club. Anyway, he would walk down to
the hotel, and perhaps sec Gladis, if
only for moment. lie did no. Think
OF the time, or of what G lads had told
him of Miss Bacon, but took his seat
near the front entrance of the hotel Office
and waited.
1t was just ten minutes to four when
Jack Hilton. Il Jolly captivating younr
man, drove up to the door in hand
some cart, and, running up the steps and
into the office, with bright and CHEEKY
nod to Beverly, sent his card up to Miss
Curtis.
Beverly knew it was going to be n
trying moment, but he determined not
TO run away; SO he talked to Jack. ask
ing him all sorts of foolish questions.
Both men watched the stairway.
"Ihere she comes" came involun-
tarily from Jacks lips, in answer to
Bcvcrly's question if he knew Judge
Dawson, and Jack went forward to meet
the belle of the season.
Gladis never looked lovclcr, in n
dainty white serge costume, with tan.
colored cap, gloves and shoes. She was
drawing on her gloves rs she came
toward them, and talking gayly to her
mother. Perhaps she did not know that
Miss Bacon was just behind her, in n
plain Brown gown, her only bit of color
being II soft pale blue "Liberty handker
chief" knotted loosely about her shout
dcrs.
beverly never attempted to put himself
forward, but stood up, bowling rs Gladis
passed him. Always before she had
stood moment and chatted with him.
making some future engagement; but
this time she had shown him ut her first
glance that she was going straight on.
Aud she never had been so bewitch-
ing and gay; and while padding along
Jack was beginning to think that such n
companion would be delightful through
life, aud was half inclined to tell her SO,
when Gladis asked:
"What time did you order the cart?
am tired. l know must return"
"But you promised me the whole
afternoon, and it wants good half-hour
to sunset. Do let us paddle around that
yacht before going in"
"No. You will excuse me. 7 want
to return" And Gladis sent the canoe
forward with such strong, swift strokes
that there could be no installing her in
tcntions.
The trip home was rather quiet one,
and it would have been hard for either
man to have understood Gladis's
thoughts.
She knew in bor hnnrf thot Doyorl,.