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


many voices.
Tho brilliant lights cast long shad
ows over the beach and out on the
tossing waves
The tide of humanity surged UP and
down the steps and on the beach al-
ways the old story Of RESTLESS feet and
restless hearts.
Tho cnhdelabra cast bright glow
upon the golden head of girl whose
yellow gown matched her hair. A low
musical lahgh, n soft, sweet voice,
whose tones occasionally in the lull of
confusion flonted to the ears of n gem
tlcman leaning idly over the window
seat, added fascination to presence
oil undeniable beauty. There was the
usual scarcity of men rs Mt every slim.
mer resort, but IL wns never Miss
Dane who lacked nh attendant. And
julian King, who listened and glanced
toward her from time to time MS the
sound OF her low laugh drifted his
way, smil I'd cynically, distrustfully.
"a shallow butterfly" he was say.
ing to himself Perhaps Miss Dane
thinks to repeat this summer her tri.
umphs of Inst year, here Mt the same
hotel. She begins we'll"
He turned toward the beach for n
solitary stroll. Perhaps his thoughts
were not tho most cheerful. The pleas.
ant mouth under tho dark mustache
was not smiling 80 agreeably now, md
Tho frank blue eyes, usually merry,
were darEencd Til they seemed almost
black. "You are II fool, Jnlinn King, /"
he snid to himself, candidly.
And he had thought the Same thing
last year, also.
As time passed Julian King was one
day presented to Miss Dane. He Ind
not sought an introduction had rather
tried to avoid it, and while they met
occasionally there was peculiar chilli.
ness about the manner of each, an in
tuitivc recognition Of aversion, though
he treated her with no tliscourtesy nor
in any manner unbecoming gentle
man.
The hotel was ringing with the gossip
oil Miss Helen Danes beauty, her
sweetness, her grace md gowns. Money
i'll plenty was tho accompaniment of
this Western beauty. An aunt from
Boston, intellectual and also wealthy,
chaperoned her lovely niece. Julian
King heard tho gossip whispered by
the breezcs. A favorite at the hotel,
his yacht, his horses and his good
nature were usually to DO depended
on. Tho girls NIL liked him and the
match-m making mammas were extremely
nifablc. But while his nmiability was
UNMARRIED, his susceptibility seemed
nonresident. Beyond genial friend
illness his manner fatty declines to be
coaxed.
There was one day in each week
which no spent in town on plea of
business. Nothing would induce him
to forego this, nor to put off his affairs
till next day. Thursdays were Julian
Kings town days.
One of the last yachting parties of
the season was got up by Mrs Burton,
Kings especial friend, who called her
self his chnperone. 1t WAS to be par
ticularly pleasant and wns ns we'll
planned rs usual. But, alas on the
Wednesday appointed storm came
up III the morning and prevented the
party. Great was the discontinue of
the would-be sailors.
Never mind" said King; 40 to-
morrow. at will surely be, clear"
"And you will be here?" asked Mrs.
Burton.
NO., he said. "But that need not
interfere, take tho boat anyhow. I'll
have to miss the fun You had best
not delay later than tomorrow, for
this weather is getting 20 uncertain. "
Remain he would not, though they
playfully teased and begged him to
depute his town business to others.
Only Helen Dane gazed seward, qui.
city, indifferent as to his going or stay
ing, though she herself was included
IN Mrs. Burton's party.
So the next day the gay yachting
party went without him, and they en-
joyed themselves very much in spite
of his absence.
In the train, speeding to town,
Julian King was reading newspaper.
lndjfferently he put it down at last
and fell to thinking. Coldly his gaze
travelled over the heads of his fellow
passengers. In the seat directly in
front of him was woman closely
yelled. Her complete black attire
gave her the appearance of being in
mourning. There was something fas-
cinating about the self-possessed still
ness OF the graceful figure in black.
A child across the aisle was swing
ing upon the arm of the seat. She
leaned forward and gave King an i'm
pertinent tap on the arm. He hardly
noticed it. A face rising from the
nists of yellow gauze, a sweet, proud
face, was framed upon the background
OF the woman in black. When the
train reached the station he pulled
himself up with jerk.
Shallow" he had been thinking.
Sand frivolous?"
The throng at the station, and til,
practicability of edging his way
through as quickly as possible, put
other thoughts and visions speedily
out of his mind. Had his friends be
held him about 10 o'clock, they would
perhaps have wondered Mt his bua;pes,