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


the city were left far behind and the
infinite calm of the great ocean brought
q. days BLISS day oil too short.
His g,iests were not those in elegant
yachting costumes; such as he Had left
that day at tie hotel but were meanly
clad; and many women carried babies
in their arms, and there were ragged
children olinging to the ragged skirts
of the mothers.
But the rapturous respect and adj
miration with which they all greeted
Julian King was marvellous, TO them
he was the ihagicihn who was to give
them the days outing, to give their
starved souls taste of God's beauty
on earth. His group IF invited guests
ut the weekly boating party always
varied but the love with which each
group greeted him never was lacking,
This was the important business which
called him to the city each week, and
nothing ever came before it, or wds
permitted to interfere with the
pleasure Of his West Wharf guests.
The happiness Of the yachting party
FROM the hotel was surely not equal to
the happiness of Julian Kings party.
There was one mother who was
worrying over her son. He was i'll in
the hospital.
can such n good by, sorr," she
said. "He's always bin good to his
mother, and he's bin that sick they
said he'd die. But yistiddy he said to
me, Now, nanny, you go on the
boat; I'm more nisy like, and ye'd
better CO. Deary me! if he only cud
get wcllr'
"What hospital is he in?" said King,
kindly. "Maybo can do something
for him."
ooh, sorr, if We only kim He's in
st. James's, an bin there goin' on two
months now. Deary me-
Sho was fond of talking about her
boy, and told how he had been n news
boy and had been run over by an ex-
press wagon. King had heard SO many
varied stories of distress that it was
hard to discriminate; but this boy in
tercsted him. He remembered him,
tho following week, when he went to
the city, and went over TO the hos.
pital
Hefound the mother there already.
She Was charwoman, and had hurried
with her work 30 lis to spend part of
the morning with tho boy. She
grnspcd Kings hand with great Joy,
sho was so glad to see him. The boy
lay very still, his pinched face showing
lines of pain but the big Irish blue
eycs gazed friendly Oh the stranger.
and how are you to-day, Patsy2'
asked King. "Your mother has been
telling mo what fine, brave lad you
are, and you must be getting well soon,
eh?"
Eyes. sir, said the boy; "I'm bet
ter"
Flowers frightened mp his bedside
and picture-book or two lay onNthe
table.
''Ye see, said the boy, Everybody
is no good ter me 1 can't help but git
better. Nanny, she comes; and the
doctors they comes, only they hurt
sometimesj nm Miss Helen she comes
an brings mo flowers an things ter
cat; an now you come ~
His thin lips parted in wide grin
of pleasure.
King talked awhile, and then went
away to join the party waiting for him
mt the West Wharf.
He did not return to the hotel that
night. There was large reception to
be given that evening. He had in
tended being present, and thought
passed through his mind of the cool
breezes, the dreamy music, the beauty
of the women; but it was not long
ing thought.
"Aliss Dane will hold her usual
court; there will be the usual crowd,
and 1 do not care about it, he unused.
He spent the day with Patsy. 1t
was morning of happiness to the
poor child. He forgot his pain listen
ing to Mr.. Kings stories, and Mr..
King brought him beautiful fruit, and
told him about the trip they would
take on the water when Patsy became
well again.
can thatll be pretty soon, guess,
said Patsy, wistfully watching his visi-
tors face.
When King returned to Patsy in the
afternoon some one was at the bedside,
figure in black King did not wish
to intrude, SO he stood beside window,
and presently the lady rose and passed
to the other end of the dormitory.
King came directly to Patsy.
"You seen her, didn't YEP" asked
Patsy, his eyes shining. CHATS Miss
Helen. She comes here an brings us
fellers flowers nm things oil the time,
an now she's goin' to sing. Jest you
listen"
King started in surprise. Miss
Helen And now she was singing.
King drew back further in the
shadow. 1t was Helen Dane. There
in her plain black gown, with the pink
roses at her waist, she was far sweeter
vision than the Helen Dane in her ele.
CANT costumes, the admired and feted
queen of the hotel Mt Birchdale.
She sat down to the piano and played
for the boys, and then presently she
had gone, and dreamily King heard
Patsy talking about Miss Helen.
eye see, all us fellers says she's