Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1892-10-21

1eht Ss'N E'S'snt IuASs0: "ieh hSk
coral lips compressed, and scarlet spot
burning on either check.
1.-The remedy needs to be something
short and sharp" said Clara, land the
dark closet system certainly combines
both requisites. Tears and Mysteries are
played out long ago in matrimonial sklr-
mishes, you know, Evy.n
.Norsense!" laughed Mrs. Darcy,
rising from the breakfast table in ODE
dience to- her husbands peremptory sum-
mons from above stairs, while Clara
shrugged he, shoulders and went to look
for her work basket
LIKE was standing in front of his
bureau drawer, tlinglng shirts, collars,
cravats and stockings recklessly on the
bedroom floor.
I'D like to know where my silk hand
kerchicfs are, Mrs. Darcy!" he fumed.
Such state rs my bureau is in It's
enough to drive man crazy!"
sits enough to drive woman crazy,
Think" said Evelyn, hopelessly stop
ping TO pick up a few of the scattered
articles. "'You were ut the bureau last,
Luke. tits your own iault"
MY fault-of course, it's my fault"
snarled Luke, giving Mrs. Darcy S
poodle Il kick that sent it bowling to its
mistress. Anything but 4 woman's re-
torting, recriminating tongue. Mrs.
Darcy, won't endure il any longcr!"
"Neither will !" said Evelyn, rcso-
lutely advancing, as her husband
plunged into the closet for his busine S;
coat, and promptly shutting and locking
the door. ~ think I've endured it
quite long cnough-and here's an end
to it,"
"NIrs. Darcy, open that door!" said
Luke, scarcely able TO credit the evil
dence of his own senses.
al shall do no such thing" said Mrs.
Darcy, composedly, beginning to rear
range shirts, stockings aud flannel wrap.
pcrs in their appropriate rcceptaclcs.
Mrs. Dar-cy!" roared Luke, at Il
fever heat of important rage, "what on
earth do you meant"
81 mean to keep you in that clothes
press, Mr.. Darcy, until you have made
up your mind to come out in Il MOI
amiabic frame of mind. If the system
succeeds with Freddy 1T certainly ought
TO with you; and am sure your temper
is proving much more intolerable than
his"
There was dead silence of full sixty
seconds in the closet, then sudden
burst OF vocal wrath:
''Lct me out, say, Mrs. Darcy |!
Madam, how dare you perpetrate this
monstrous piece of audacity3"
"NIy dear Luke, how strongly you do
remind me of Freddy! You see there's
nothing have so little tolerance for as a
bad temper. 1t ought to have been
checked long ago, only you know Pm
SO ridiculously indulgent."
Mr.. Darcy WINGED little at the IA
miliar sound of his own words.
Tap.tap-tap came softly to the door.
Mrs. Darcy composedly opened it, and
saw her husbands little Office boy.
"Please, mem, there's some gentlemen
at the office in n great hurry to sec Mr..
Darcy. It's about the Apologize will
case"
Mrs. Darcy hcstated an instant; there
was triumphant rustic in the closet,
and her determination was taken.
"Tell the gentlemen that your master
has very bad headache, and won't be
down town this morning."
Luke CRASHED his teeth audibly as
soon us the closing of the door admon-
ished him that he might do so with
, safety.
"AIrs. Darcy, do you presume to in
terfere with the transaction Of business
that is vitality important, ma 'am-vitally
importanti"
Mrs. Darcy nonchalaptly took up a
little opera air where she had left it,
letting the soft Italian words ripple mu-
sically over her tongue.
Evelyn, dear"
"What is it, Luke?" she asked, mildly.
please let me out. My dear, this
may be joke to you, but
81 assure you, Luke, it's nothing OF
the kind it's the soberest of serious mat
tiers to me. 1t is question as to whether
my future shall he miserable or happy"
There was third interval of silence.
evelyn" said Luke presently in a
subdued voice, twill you open the
door?"
"On one condition only"
"And what condition is that?"
"Ah! ah!" thought the little lieuten.
ant-general, she's beginning to enter
tain terms of capituiation, is he2 On
condition." she added, aloud, "that
you will break yourself of your habit of
speaking Grossly and sharply to me, and
on all occasions keep your temper"
MY temper, indeed" sputtcred