Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1894-03-23


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was one autumn day whom Julian King
went up to SEQ him. He was alone,
and lay with closed eyes, looking very
weak, indeed. King put down the
chrysahthemums he had brought, a
great pink and crimson blot on the
white eo1erlid. @r ~
family: Think ~ se; Mr.. X" King s''h he
whispered. 'tAin't they prettyP"
King took Patsy's hot hand in his
own strong white palms.
'tDo you feel better, Patsy?"
Patsy shut his eyes again and q big
tear stole down his cheek.
"It's-it's Nanny" he said. 81
can't take keer of her no more; 81
amt goin' to git well, MIR. King. They
had ter tell me, cause wanted ter
know"
"oh, yes, you'll be we'll again, I
hope" said King cheerily. "And I'll
see that your mother does not suffer.
Let me tell you the funny thing just
saw now"
So he amused and diverted the
child, and presently Patsy fell asleep.
King had known for some time the
boy could not live. The hospital doc.
tors had done all in their power for
him; and King had had an eminent
physician consulted on the case, but it
was hopeless. King wondered if the
mother and Miss Dane knew it.
The beautiful Miss Dane had re-
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society column announced in the
morning paper. But Patsy could
have told differently, for Miss Helen
camc to see him nearly every day. He
had been talking of her to King, and
now King fell to thinking of her. =
The door opened and somo onereif
black came over hastily to Patsy,s Side.
She recognized King quietly MS herose
to offer the chair.
Mover mind" she said. "He is
asleep. and we may disturb him. They
told me yesterday he would not live
through to-day, and I have been SO
troubled. Is his mother here?"
"No," answered King. Perhaps
she had best not see the last. Pray,
take this chair"
Patsy opened his eyee, and they
frightened with glndness at sight OF
her. She bent and kissed his forehead.
The pale November sun shown down
across the white bed, the pink aud
crimson crysnnthemums and Miss
Danes black dress
"It's evenin', Miss Helen, mint il,
asked Patsy. ''It's gettin' dark"
He grasped her hand closely. King
bent over him and raised his pillow.
Ono of the attendants came up, but
King motioned her back
''Let him have mir" he said. But
little Patsy's face was very white and
drawn now. He turned TO the King
and tried to speak.
SO good to me-" lie gasped
King held the other hand firmly.
Nanny, L can't sec yer, but Mr..
King, he's going to be good ter yer,
TOO. An won't feel no more pain
nor nuthin'."
The blue eyes tried to look up, but
the lids were heavy. He believed his
mother was holding his hand, for the
tired mind had begun to wander.
King, was stroking his forehead with r.
touch ms gentle as woman's.
can Miss Helen, she'll sing ter yer
some time, Nanny. Rock
of Ages or sonnet hin. An b'lieve 1
hear-her-now. ="
Helen Dane was singing softly, gen.
tly. The last rays of the sunset faded
and the child's soul foated out peace
fully on the last sweet notes of the old
hymn he had loved.
A little later Patsy's two friends
were going down stains together. 1t
was after dark now. King called a
cab.
"NIay I SEQ you home? ?" he asked,
gently.
eyes" she said, in the same tone.
And before they reached home there
were two hearts to whom misunder-
standing was past, and in the clear
shining after tears the beauty of souls
stood plain. Not frivolous, not shall
low, not Indifferent nor cold, but mis-
judged. The white light of love came
upon them from the sweet sad memory
of the little Irish lad, and Helen hid
her face close i'll Kings arms. New
Orleans Times-Democrat.