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

was 30 FREQ from the lines ago is sup
posed to bring, the fncc beneath tho
pretty cap so fresh and youthful that
few would hive supposed her to bear
such relationship TO the till, handsome
man sitting oppotitc her. Both were
en9rosscd i'll tho letters, which they
had found beside their pletcs, when n
hnlf-suppresscd exclamation broke
from Mrs. Tyrrcl's lips and, glancing
up, Leslie saw that his mothers fsco
had grown pale, and tear glistcned
on tho sheet before hcr-
Leslie, L have sad nows here" she
enid, Mt this mon ent. "My step sister,
whom you have never seen, has died
III India. Her little girl is even now
on the broad ocean, OH her way to us.
Her fnthcr, mn English officer, was
killed in skirmish last spring. My
poor sister was preparing to return
home, but the shock OF his death and
the ravnges the climate Ito Which she
could not grow uccus!omcN had nj
ready made proved too much for her,
and she sank so rapidly that she had
only tlmeto write few lines, entrust-
lH3 her little daughter 60 my care.
Poor child shnll love her for her
mothers sake"
Soon, mother darling, doubt not,
Tor her own, said the young man, ris-
Ing to kiss his mothers brow and utter
some words of comfort. "But whnt n
care she will be 20 you How will Won
manage with child, aud probably one
utterly spoiled? However, if You are
willing to incur the burden, [ suppose
L must not complain ut having n noisy
interrupter of all our pleasant chats, n
child's troublesome and inopportunc
questions and constant presence. [
nm selfish fellow even to think OF
myself for moment, but have had
you 20 long, little mother, that really
dread this new element, which PERKINS,
may prove full Of storms, disturbing
your peace.
Mrs. Tyrrcl, smiling through her
tears, looked fondly into tho bright
face bending over her, us she said
"Wo must not think of ourselves
Leslie, dear, but only of this poor
little girl, orphaned and in strange
innd, who needs NIL our sympathy and
love to heal her sad, aching, child
heart. L know my boy too we'll to
think he will bcgrudgc either
a month later, and Leslie Tvrrcl,
sauntcring into his club, saw posted
the arrival of the steamer which was to
bring tho little orphan to their care.
anu which they had not expected for
some days
Poor little girl! She has had no
one 10 meet her" lie exclaimed, hur.
rrying home to get his mother and
hasten 10 the vessel.
'Sle has come, little mother" he
said, bursting into her room in his old
Doylsh fashion. 'Hurryl We must
not lose moment"
Then he stopped AMI stood MS il
sfpell-bound, M, sitting on stool at
his mothers feet, he saw tiny figure
robcu IN deepest black. Two violet
eyes were raised timidly to his-cycs
pleading for love and welcome through
mist of flushed toars.
81 saw the steamers arrival. dear.
md as waiting for you was impossi,
pic, ordered the carriage and drove
down for our little lassic myself"
y lew words of cordial greeting fell
from Leslie Tyrrel's lips rs he bent
and kissed the sweet young mouth
upturned to his, and soon light and
happiness began to creep back into tin,
little wanderers heart.
mot so bnd after nll," was Lcslie's
inward comment. "No danger of q
noisy intruder, Mt least" as day after
day passed and the child moved silent.
ly about the house like some sombcr.
clad fairy.
Now and then, at rare intervals
would be heard silvcry laugh like the
tlnkle OF fnr-of bells or q snatch OF
song, MS she grew rcconciled to he,
home, where all seemed go kind and
thoughtful of her comfort. Yet il
was, after MI, without regret that Les
lie learned ho would still for n few
Years have his home rs of old, tina
Violet (for SO the young mother hnt
nomed her when she first looked into
the wonderful baby eyes which Dor,
the violet's huc) was to be sent t,
boarding school and only to spend he
vacations with them But when sh
had fairly gone he missed her nm,
often thought of tho sweet, childisl
face and voice. Then MI was forgot
ten i'll womans smile-a smile n
false as it was fair-n smile whic'
tnught Tho young man for the frs
time that women, alas, were not al
true, which caused him for season &
lose fnith and hope, to swear NIL false
save her who had given him life, nm
with trouble for the first time enter
ing his soul, he bndo farewell to oil
scenes and places and went abroad.
1t was evening. a lovely day il
June had drawn to its close, MS Mrs
Tyrrel, with some few gray hair
sprinkling the brown, sat by an opc
window. AT her feet, in lovely I'm
conscious grace, sits the girls, to who's
coming she had looked forward almos
with dread. Six years ago sho cam
to them child; and now, in all tn
! Clorr of her eightcen summers an