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

oo'n iiNcu III WINS always bringing us
together i'll that sort of wny-and
equally, of course, was soon drenm-
ing over the fire of her slim, dainty
figure, in her black silk dress. had
always liked the name of Kate, ]
thought; ii was homcly, comfortable,
and yet not commonplace.
Yes, it would do very we'll. Mother
had | any narrow minded aversion to
widows. felt that if Mrs. Winterton.
who hr.d tried the holy estate of mat
rimony once, cared to try it again, it
was scarcely for me, who had no ex-
perlence, to raise objections had
always regarded Weller, the elder, MS n
dull man OF very blunted sentiments,
who somewhat deserved his fate. The
exlgcncics of his profession, too, were
not calculated to promote connubinl
bliss. In legal slang, his case was hot
ION all fours" with mine, and knew
that Mrs Winterton and ] could ensily
refute what one may call the Wellcrinn
fallacy, if We wished to do 80. Bnt
did we wish to? aud why should we
wish to? These were the questions
troubling my mind Mt this moment.
was too old to pretend to mad,
despairing passion. Kate was too SEN
sible. But we were both almost alone
in the world, and this, [ think, had
brought us closer together and made
us rather like old friends than new nc -.
quaintances.
made up my fire and lit my pine
again Katie liked tobacco, I thought
to myself with smile, or the thing
would never answer. Then | began
to dream again. eyes, L would pro
pose to Kate. PROPOSED" The very
word called up II host OF memories. +
had proposed before this, began TO
recollect, and had been rejected. Well,
things might have been worse. /
might have been accepted. and then
never should have seen Kate. shut
my eyes and Travelled in memory
through strange sdsneSuof. the past. [
was at Indy sHeberiey'a, standing in
the large cu4ssfystory thRt leads out
OF the drawinG:roomie must have
been at lcastt FIT ssn s7easS ago-witil a
tall girl of fwsnty.twa
L could see her brown, honest eyes
und truthfrJf ftcrG framed i'll rudy
curls, before me. Fad she led mo on.
dangling about my quiet paths, or
had | rushed out of my native element
and jumped mt her, open mouthed.
like IL silly trout Mt IL fly? Never mind
now. l shall never forget her naughty
indignation, her superb establishment;
and she was only an earls grand
daughter. don't think ever had n
pedigree, and I know L cut very
sorry figure on that occasion in CON
sequence. She married wealthy
American after that J. wonder what
sort OF pedigree he had AS for me,
kept lock of her hair and wrapped
1t III newspaper cutting two years
after her marriage, when she was the
heroine OF some sad legal proceedings
which many will remember. But il
was a cruel, ugly way of keeping the
relic, and burned it long ago, 1 am
glad to say. 1 saw her Mt Brighton
quite recently. Her eyes were still
brown and beautiful, still honest. per-
haps. to those who did not know her
story. Why should recall it? cs-
capped.
These old memories and dreams were
scattered into thin mir by rap Mt nv
outer door. I knew the knock. Ii
was Harold Etheridge's. / suw GOOD
deal of Harold Mt that time.
81 noticed your light, old fellow,
and Just dropped in" ,
"You don't intrude," ! said. for /
was always glad to see him in those
days. '1ve only been dreaming over
the fire. Sit down and have II pipe :;
l must turn in in half an hour"
Harold sat down opposite me on the
other side of the fireplace. He was
ten or fifteen years younger than
was, aud fine looking, dashing,
straightforward man, both in face and
manner. There never was such an
open hearted, honest looking fellow
ms Harold, to all appearance. had
n1cknnmed him "The Saxon" and the
name stuck to him, for it was an
propriate. He was always talking of
marrying for money or going out to
the Cape as the only means of escape
from bankruptcy, but I believe he
was comfortably off. Thought him
one of my few friends. believe he
was, so far RS suchn man could be any
ones friend. / don't know what there
is in the small hours of the morning,
or whether sympathy is an absolute
necessity to a lover, but in five min
utes we were talking of Kate Winter
ton. @
"a fine woman? I should think
she is" Harold cried enthusiastically
and fine fortune, too"
Bright, sweet-tempered, and pleas
ing II not pretty" 1 added, con
tinuing my description.
why, yon might be in love with
her, Penrose, to hear you talk"
1t was very foolish of me, know:
bnt lovers are foolish, and it was early
IN the morning, and, of course, l did
not know then that Harold was INV