Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1893-12-22

large firm of iron manufacturers, he
wns frequently accostcd familinrly by
bank Presidents and other business
magnatcs, and could slap my of these
gentlemen on the shoulder without
giving oifense. AS he was bachelor,
and old enough to have outgrown the
habit Of lounging through successive
evenings i'll houses where there were
pretty daughters, he WIS available for
dinner parties given by men who knew
no better way of spending an evening.
Everybody among his acqunintances
wished him well, and wished they
could do something for him, but they
respected him nll the moro because he
never tried to borrow MONEY nor asked
for any other ravors.
1t seemed ono day to old Builder,
President of the Forty seventh Ma
tional Bunk and II hearty ndmircr of
Brixton, TINT he was just the man to
throw IL fortune i'll Brixton's way. The
plan came to Builders mind suddenly,
but sudden inspirations and quick nc
tion thereon are part of the daily life
of the most stolid of Presidents of big
banks. Brixton had promised to lunch
with the bank magnnte Mt midday, anil
he appeared at the bank just in time to
see the old man bowling out II Indy
with more courtesy and ceremony than
he imagined Builder capable of.
As the old man caught sight of
BriXton he exclaimed:
conc moment, Miss Fewse. Allow
Tn inf rn,1l,pA IN Il 4
friend, Mr.. John Brixton. Mr.. Brix-
ton, Miss Fcwsc, daughter OF old Ben
Fewse, whom every one has heard of. +"
Brixton bowed, and looked curious
ly mt the lady. He had seen her
father occasionally, before increasing
years and doctors Ind sent Mr.. Fcwse
to his iinnl home, and his eyes
searched the dnughtcrs's face for indi-
cations of her fathers distinguishing
traits. He found them too, although
the interview was short. Miss Fewse
was richly yet simply dressed; her
figure, like her fathers, was dumpy,
and her face, though not rude, was rs
brond and heavy, aud her forehead
was rs low rs that of old Zen himself.
Still, her mnnncr was womanly, and
rs she finally took her departure
Brixton, who had dear old mother,
as we'll rs sister whom he regarded
as the best young woman alive, sor-
rowed to himself that n man as rich us
old Ben Fewse could not have mar
ried some one whose blood could
have atoned for the rudcncss of his
own.
"Well, John" said the President
after handing Miss Fewse into her
carriage, "you owe me one. Any one
of thousand good fellows in New
York would give ten years of his life
for such an Introduction to Miss Fewse
as L gave You just now. Go right
ahead, now, and make use Of it,
you're always doing the friendly
thing, Builder" replied Brixton, sink
ing into mn easy chair; "but L don't
quite understand it this time"
"Don't, ch?" said the President,
hastily relighting CT gar which he had
laid on his desk when Miss Fewso was
announced. "Well, (puf) Miss Fewes
is joint heir with puff her brother
her only brother, mind You. Old
Ben's estate is estimated by his ex-
ecutors Mt eight millions; I don't
know how close that comes to the
TRUTH don't take much stock in
what / can't see with my own eyes
but this much / know" Then the
President clapped two pudgy hands
upon Brixton's knees, looked squarcly
into Brixton's eyes and said, in low,
measured monotone: "John Brixton,
l know of my own knowledge that Ada
Fewse has over million dollars
lin good railroad bonds right in my
safe here. 'Noush said, eh?"
Enough money, 1 shonld say, for
an unmarried woman WHO doesn't look
as if her tastes were expensive. But
what have | to do whit? You sail---"
''Do with it?' echoed the President
"Why, you donkey, make it your
own. Marry the girl. She isn't n
beauty, | must admit but she's re-
spectacle ana honest, and she'd accept
You in q minute"
Upon my word, Builder" laughed
Brixton, you've been in business so
long that even women seem property
to YOU Miss Fewse never saw me un
Til five minutes ago"
Perhaps not, but she's got her
fathers level head on her shoulders.
She's seen dozens of other men
scarcely month goes by without some
fellow offering himself to her---for the
sake of her money, of course. She
doesn't object to marrying, for, being
n woman, sho has heart; but she has
enough character to want husband
whom she can respect, and none of the
fellows who have offered themselves
thus far have been of that kind"
Upon my word, Buddcr," said the
younger man, 81 never would have
taken you, good fellow though you
are, for man whom M unmarried
woman would have selected as conf
dant. 1t does you credit, though
that she seems to have opened he,
heart to You"
ooh. well, Ben and 1 have been il
many speculations together. and sh,
knows he always trusted me. Besides
there's no sentimental nonsense abou