Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1894-11-30

Ii could only keep you with mo, ;"
she says, stroking the fair young head |;
"but, all, Violet, I see already many
arc eager to pluck my littlo flower. I
fear my garden soon will be dcsolate
mot so, mamma" for SO tho young
girl loved to call her. 81 never could
be 80 happy MS with you. When Les
lio comes back, suppose I shall be
jealous enough. What SO 1T him away
SO suddenly, and why does he stay
away SO many years?"
"a great grief, Violet, gayo him n
spirit OF unrest, but L trust soon he
may como back to his mothers side. 1
have not heard from him for many
weeks and am growing anxious"
But even as she spoke was heard
quick, eager peal of the bell, hustle
i'll tho hall, tall figure was seen
darkening tho threshold, and in an
other moment Mrs. Tyrrcl was clasped
IN her sons arms in n long, close en-
brace. When she raised her head
from his breast Violet had gone. She
thought th9 scene too sacred for other
eyes.
"Ncver mind the child" the young
man said impaticntly. "Let mo only
look ut you, my beautiful mother,
whom l have deserted 80 long. 1t has
been my loss, darling, but am home
now for aye"
Alone in her own room Violet Fame
is on her knees, pouring out her
thanksgiving to God. Ono glance Mt
the handsome fnco had shown her the
same bright glance which had fallen as
sunshine on her childish heart six
years ago, when she had cnshrined his
image there and held il sacred since,
but TINT same glance Inns shown her
that sho has been forgotten, end she
has stolen away in mingled joy and
sorrow.
"Violot," her aunt calls, and rising,
she quickly bathcl the flushed cheeks
and hastcncd down. A start of amaze
mcnt he cannot rcpress surprises Les
lie from his indifference. He has for
gotten the years havo made tho child
woman and thinks of the articles in
his trnnll with II half smile rs intended
for tho charming girl who comes for
ward so simply to bid him welcome.
lie dare not prolTcr the kiss he had OK
pectcd TO press upon those red, parted
lips, but holds instead the little hand
only for moment i'll his own, and his
greeting, unconsciously to himself,
seems cold and constrained.
Weeks pass, and he notices that at
his coming the girlsh laugh is stillcd,
the ripple of song dies ON her lips.
She seemed to avoid him, while she,
with the memory of that cold greeting
cvcr'in her mind, wages daily war
with self and so builds up IL barrier
between them.
'This is my duncc, Violet" he said
to her one evening Mt large party,
at which she rciSncd, rs ever, the nc
knowlcdscd belle.
81 beg pardon! Miss Fame has
Just promised me this Dance" inter
rupted voice.
ooh, Leslie, 1 had forgotten. I
thought yours was next"
ut is of no consequence. was the
reply, nnl ne Harvey Ellis whrlod her
OF in triumph he turned away.
"How little he cares" was her
thought, cor would caro- cvon il he
knew how deep was my regret!"
But there came IL day when Leslie
Tyrrcls heart awoke; when there came
to him the consciousness that ono false
woman had not power to mar his life
when in his day dreams hoatcd the
vision OF sweet young face; when
ono voice woke music once moro in his
heart, and yet he dared not let hope
enter. Between him and this fnir
young Lille was ranged n long vista of
ycars--hc, man of thirty-iivc and
she but just eighteen, with many his
equal in birth and wealth surrounding
her, eager for the prize.
Did she not even now avoid him :?
Did not her laugh cease, her song die,
at his presence? What had no to do
with lifc's sunshine? Perhaps she,
too, could be false like her EEK. But
i'll his soul the man knew this latter
reasoning was untrue; that the girls
heart was white as SHOW, unsullicd by
n single lie. But with the knowledge
came MI added GOODNESS us he stroye
to put her from Inn.
'Violet," he said to her ono day,
calling her into the library, "NIr. Ell
lis has asked me to plead his cause
with on. L could not refuse such n
request, disagrceable us it may be-
The advantages of suit such us his
you know. He says you told him there
was nh insurInouutnble barrier in the
way, which WAS the reason of his com
ing to me. If this is the case, Violet"
and iii his effort to appear calm, the
mans voice grew hard and stcrn-''if
you love this man, what is this thing
Which separates you? If you will tell
me, coniding in me rs brother, ]
will try and level it..
One dry sob was in the white throat
for moment, choking her utterauce /;
one look of agony shot from the tear
less eyes. MS she listened to the man
before her, pleading another's cause,
but her woman's pride came to the
rescue, though touch of satire rang
out in the clear young voice.
III thank you, Leslie, for thus gcner-
ously Offering to surmount nnother's
obstacles. The man marry must be