Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1893-04-21


ance to this expressive monosyllable she
set down on the table such lovely
basket of roses that the whole air of the
room was at once filed with their fra
GRANGE and their beauty:
Near the table, embroidering feurs de
iys on white satin ground, sat another
and fairer girl, far moro regularly
beautiful; Saxon blonde. Nora Ire
herne had none of the piquaucy Of the
elder and more naughty Lola.
She raised her eyes from her en-
o1oidery aud gazed on the roses with
pleasure.
"Oh, Lola, how lovelyl Where did
you get them2 Did one of your nu-
merous admirers send them to you2"
"One of yours, you mean"
"How mine2"
'Look at this note fastened with n
silver cord to the handle, For Miss Ire
herne from Sir Reginald Breton.'"
The tone was still triumphant, even
though Morals fair cheek bleached to a
deadly pailor as she heard it.
Reggie Breton sending roses to Lolita
Envy and jealousy were by no means
vices in which Nora habitually INDUCED,
but the one human being she had ap-
propriated for her own was Reggie
Breton, and she thought that he loved
her.
She did not utter sound, but tried
Valnly to ply her needle as though she
were totally unconcerned. She would
not for the world have Lola see how
troubled she was.
Meanwhile Lola had opened the note
on the exterior OF which these words
were written, and was pursuing it with
such delight that she saw naught of
what was written ON her SISTERS face.
Having drunk in with avidity every
word the letter contained, she tossed it
to Nora.
$50 no has at last asked me to be his
wife-tardy, hating lover though he
has been, daresay he will not on that
account make worse husband than
other men. Shy men are not my prefer
ence, but to be Lady Breton, with five
thousand @ year, is something to set
against shyness."
There was pause, during which she
smelt the roses; OF last she turned
around.
"Whatl not word of congratulation.
Nora9 1t cannot be possible that YOU
grudge me my happiness. Think, child,
too, what good thing it will be for
you. How can take you out-what
presents can give you.
Then Nora struggled with the voice
that was barely at command, and said.
81 am glad you should be happy, Lola,
but do not want to 90 out more than
I do now,or to have any presents from"
"You odious little thingl How proud
you are. Well, I'll keep my pretty
gifts for those who appreciate them.
Only hope you will be civil to Sir Reg.
gle when he comes, and not treat him TO
any of your disagreeable airs"
~ am going away tomorrow TO stay
with Aunt Lou, SO I am not likely to see
him for some time" almost WHISPERED
Nora.
"a good thing, too. 1 shall have settled
everything by the time you come back.
Although Sir Reggie is good match, l
suppose there will be some trouble.
Papa is like you; he always makes
"NSAN hShO VAtot1 Huu Us YOU
are his favorite daughter, doubtless be
will think you ought to be married. first,
though am the Oldest"
Nora did not answer. She was nc.
customed to Lolla's outbreaks, which
were generally as unjust as they were
preposterous.
In this instance, too, poor Morals
heart was too heavily wounded for ber
TO have the courage to allude to her
pain. Lola and Nora Treherne were
tine two daughters of small country
squire of limited income. Their mother
had died when the girls were very young
aud they had been brought up in rather
haphazard fashion, with nothing but
their own instinct to guide them.
Lola made friend OF everybody,
while Nora, erring in different direc-
ton made no friends at all; that is, she
never confded the secrets of her own
little world.