Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1894-02-23

me for breaking our summer engage
ment?" She evidently did, however,
for she never looked up from tho book
she held before her, though she knew
that Twas intently Watching her. But
this knowledge apparently caused her
no annoyance, for her face wore a
roguish smile, which could not have
been provoked by the contents of her
novel, since she was processing to read
jess, and was looking at the pages
near its painfully sad end. SO came
to the conclusion that she was Margie,
quite willing to renew acquaintance,
but wanting for me to mako the nd.
vance. This 1 was ready to do, for the
sight of her dear face aroused all my
old affection, and renewed tho bonds
which wore with such pleasure in the
days gone by.
While l sat trying to muster IN
courage to address her, and Just about
tho time I had succeeded, the porte,
came through tho train announcing,
Luncheon now ready in the dining
car !" The words acted upon my
divinity with astonishing celebrity. She
dropped her book, utterly regardless
OF her place, and rising from her seat
without even glancing in the mirrors
that are SO numerous in Pullman cars,
passed out with smile, but never u
look in my direction. My first i'm
pulse was to follow her, but on second
thoughts I decided differently. She
answered the porter's call with such
avidlty l reasoned that her hunger was
her first consideration for tho nonce
and when girl is hungry there is
woeful lack of sentiment about her.
SO l was still, framing conversation
for later use. L thought Of many
pretty things to say; then thought
of many more. An age seemed to have
passed, but still she ate.
glanced over railroad guide
which was stuck in frame near the
door; then 1 glanced over it aGain-
but she kept on eating. 1 walked to
the other end OF the car and dropped
into seat which WAS occupied'by n
newspaper, from which 1 rend ndver-
tisements-but still she ate. / looked
Mt my watch; she had been gone forty
five minutes. "How can 10 lovely n
creature have so vulgar M appetite 2"
L said, almost aloud. "Why, I
wouldn't" A ray of sunshine shiv-
cred the car. I looked up. and there
she was. [ gathered my courage,
gave hasty thought to my pretty say
ings, and with beating heart walked
up to her and said:
81 beg your pardon, but arc you not
Miss Fenton, Miss Margie Fenton, OF
New York;"
She gazed mp into my face, and as
the color slowly mounted her cheeks,
and hundred little imps played
games in her eyes, replied: mo; but
I've been mistaken for her very, very
often"
was 'set fiat back" as the inele-
CANT but forcible colloquialism has 1t
and could only stammer: "Par-
pardon me. Pray don't think me for
ward, will you?"
My no, quito the contrary. Miss
Fcnton was very pretty girl, and to
be taken for her liz quite fattering.
She was also dear friend of mine, and
if you were acquainted with her that
is sufficient recommendation. Won't
you be seated?" And here the hun.
dred little imps tugged Mt her pretty
mouth until they had arched it in n
most mischievous smile. She removed
the books and boxes which Uttered the
seat beside her, saying that preferred
riding backward, which was the truth
Il wanted to study her face
This she seemed to understand, for
taking heavy veil from her satchel,
she tied it about her face Just low
low enough to conceal her eyes, giving
as an excuse for her action that the
Earring of the train looscned her curls.
There is something mysterious about
you, my lady, thought, as I hastily
glanced'at her traps in the hope of as
pertaining her name. She watched mo
closely, and just rs my eye caught
sight of the little silver plate on her
handbag she reached for it and placed
it plate downward in her lap. Her
object was so apparent that it embar-
rassed lis both very much, but being o
man recovered more quickly than
she, and set trap.
"You snatched that satchel rs though
1 were thief, Miss-Miss-"
She took the bait mot Miss ut
ALL" she replied, "but Mrs, Mrs.
Tommy Trenton Trix."
'"Then yon are married?" And half
my interest in this pretty woman went
out with the question.
Yes; and Miss Fenton was at my
wedding" She was silent moment,
and then continued: 81 believe, too,
that that was the last social event she
ever attended"
There seemed to be touch of sad
ness in her voice. All kinds of horrible
things suggested themselves to my
mind. The love of the summer of 1888
came rushing upon me with cyclonio
force. With gigantic effort 7 man
aged to ask: "Is she dead?"
Mrs. Tommy Trenton Trix raised
her veil and solemnly answered:
''No; married."
''To whom-?"
Those hundred little imps were now
holding high carnival. Her ewes