Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1894-04-13

Anes Stsuoo ~ Vo SOU u llSnt III mere u
In an instant Janey blew out the
lights and conducted Miss Dow down
stairs.
''AIind," she whispered, ''not word
to anybody"
'.I'll be as silent as the gravel"
ohuckied Mariana, who delighted in
secrets
Joshua Hammond was GROSS enough.
1t was time for his rheumatic limbs to
be. rubbed with liniment and swathed
in red flannel, and Mrs. Hammond,
who WAS confined to the house with q
sort of chronic bronchitis, was scold-
ing because tea was not ready.
I'm bound I'll send that lazy lout
Peter to the poorhouse snarled the
old man. ''Hain't wuth his keep %
"Oh, father. pleaded Janey, s'he's
doing most grown mans work now
Run and strain the milk, Peter, and
by that time tea will be ready"
"He eats more'n he's WORTH" said
Mrs. Hammond. "I'm sartin I put
AWAY three slices O. molasses ginger
bread on the pantry shelf at noontime,
and there amt but two now. An the
sugar bowl-wall, I've got my eye on
that there sugar how'll"
"The corn-bread's baked lovely
brown, mother" cheerfully inter
rupted Janey. "And father feels bot
ter now. just sec how nice the canned
cherries have keptl"
'Them cherries orter BIO KEEP for
company" croaked Mrs. Hammond.
"It's up and down wastefulness, eatin'
EN- when we're by ourselvcsl"
"Well, wo'n be company just once"
smiled Jsney.
'"rhero's enough cold apple-sass for
Peter" said the old woman. ''No
sense in stuffln' bound boys with tho
daintiest fare in tho land"
And she whisked away the little
glass saucer of pink cherries which
Janey had placed beside Peters plate,
substituting in its place ON uninviting
mass of sour apple-sauce.
And not until the meal was half over
did the old economist perceive that
Jauey had quietly effected another OK
change, and was eating the apple-sauce
herself, while Peter revelcd in the
cherries.
Poor boy" thought kindly Janey.
"He shan't BIO put Off with the leav-
ing of everythingi"
Twelfth Night had come; the school
house, where tho unceremonious little
dance was to be held, was a-sparkle
with paraffine candles, and gaily hung
with cedar bows and festoons of bright
green princess pine.
Lulie Warren, who was on "the COM
mittee, was returning leisurcly home
after Inst inspection Of affairs, when
she found Janey Hammond and Mari
ana Dow awaiting her in the little sit
ting-room.
"Miss Warren" eagerly spoke the
former, unfolding package that lay
in her lap. 81 heard you would like to
buy white dress. 1.-Two got one
here, quite new, that think would fit
you, with very few alterations. II
would sell it very cheap!"
Miss Warren looked surprised
81 don't understand, said she.
Its the dress she made for herself
to wear tonight, explained Mariana
Dow. "But she's decided not to go. F"
ooh, Janeyl" cried Miss Warren.
'And Dave Ellason is thinking so much
of it. You don't know"
Janey burst into n food of tears.
ooh, 1 can't help til" she sobbed-
81 can't help it! I must have money :?
Father and mother are so angry. You
see they have been counting the eggs,
and weighing every grain of sugar and
flour and spices-and of course they
missed what L took for my Twelfth
Night cake, and they've laid it all to
Peter-poor, innocent little Peter
ats ms honest rs tho daylight ITSELF
they've got up tho wagon to take
IN to the county jail-only Simeon
Darrabee won't drive off until I come
back-he's promised mo that solemn
and true-and if give the money to
fnther he'll relent. Oh, please, Miss
Warren, buy the white dress of me
If you would give me five dollars for
it"
Give dollars!" cried Lulie, who was
good-natured girl, with keen ideas
of justice. 81 should be ashamed to
offer you less than ten, and L shall be
delighted to have such lovely gown.
Here's the money, Janey. Don't cry
so, dear. We all know it wasn't your
fault"
The merry music of the Twelfth
Night reel was throbbing on tho frozen
air when David Ellason jumped into
his blue sleigh and drove impetuously
away from the brilliantly-lighted doors
of the school-house.
"Not here!" he had Indignantly ex-
claimed. eff she's not here, then 1
don't want to stay. I mean to go and
see what the matter is !"
Halfway down the snow-clad slope
of the road, he met two figures, hand
in hand-Janey Hammond and little
Peter!
"wby, Janey !" he exclaimed, check
ing his spirited black horse with n
jerk.
eyes, tie me-" said Janey, her blue
eyes shining in the frosty starlight
'me and little Peter. Fathers that
mad he's turned us both out of doors
Peter for being Peter, and me for TAX
ing his part. And mothers iust as