Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1894-06-15

Indian pudding to follow-and IL wos
undoubtedly n relief when her hus.
bnnd came out of the study and seated
himself.
"Was that Miss Pcnrifr?" said she.
eyes" Mr.. Oakley answered. ar
was Miss Penrif. She wants to sell
her old mahogany settle"
"Whatl !" cried Mrs. Oakley, "tbot
delightful old settle, with the eriflins'
bnmpy heads mt the top and the claw
feet nj the bottom? l didn'tknow tbnt
anything would induce her to pnrt
with that"
And then Mr.. Oakley pronounced
the blessing.
81 wish could afford to buy it!''
added Mrs. Oakley, tucking bib
apron under the youngest Onkley's
plump chin. "What did you tell her,
Simeou?"
why, told her I'd write to that
big antiquc-buying firm in New York -
said Oakley. "rhey'r the only peo-
pie who cnn denl with her to INV nd
vantage. A big hnll-settle like that is
only appropriate for big houses, with
wide entrances, such ms, according to
all reports, that poor, dcsolnto old
maid once lived in. And big houses
are mostly found i'll big cities
Poor thing !" said Mrs. Oakley.
And she helped her husband tn
npple-sauce.
While Keziah Penriff went SLOWLY
home to the old red house under the
hill, where Dolly was making tomato
catsup i'll the kitchen.
"Well, Dorothy" said She, "I'yc
dono it,"
done what, Aunt Kizzy?"
'I've sold the old ball-scttlc"
Dolly looked up from the scarlet
steam of the tomatoes to the cool hall
opposite, where the griflin's wooden
eye seemed to leer Mt her ont of tbe
shadows, and one carved and shining
claw was poised on the floor, as If
about to take a forward step.
"Oh, Aunt Kizzy!" said she.
Yes, l know" sighed the elder
woman. "But there's got to he nm end
to everything, Dolly. I'm n moor
woman now, and | can't afford TO hold
on to Injuries that are nothing but
luxuries."
But" gasped Dolly, stirring away
with spasmodic vigor Mt the tomatoes.
"Grnndfather Penrif brought that set
tic from Holland himself, and it's two
hundred years old And it's the last
relic of the old house ON the hill :"
Still, reasoned Miss Penriff, look
ing away over the blue Indian sum-
mer haze toward the following forests,
i've no right to keep it, Dolly. It's
been almost a matter Of idolairy with
me, and perhaps I'd better let it go.
We are poor, Dolly-very poor %
Dolly lifted the kettle off the stove
Its no disgrace" said she, with n
comical grjmace. "But it's most I'M
commonly jnconvenient.
"If you feel that way, Dorothy,
said Miss Penrifl, 81 don't see why Won
refused Orlando Daley Inst week. .
"Why," sad Dolly, opening her
blue eyes very wide, "because 1 didn't
love him :"
lies very rich, Dorothy"
Hes welcome to his money, Aunt
Kizzy"
Ny goodness me, said Miss Pen
rif, putting on her spectacles (alas !!
what trial to her pride that first pair
OF .teel-rimmed srectacles had been y,
who's that driving down the road In
n covered cert?"
Dolly stepped back into the shadow.
II don't know" said she, "but-I
think it's johnny Barton"
ooh said Miss Penriff. "Has that
young man gone into the express bust
ness?"
Not exactly" said Dolly, busying
herself among the tomato jars. fBut
think he drives around picking up
old china and brass fire-dogs, and all
such things for some big collector in
New York.
"Oh" again uttered Miss Penriff.
And there. was q whole volume OF
meaning in the one little word.
lies very nice Young man." said
Dolly, timidly.