Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1895-10-11

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IS ( 'lt,..,iJ5;;;1a3tSS@ Good crea.
N%szHx. III $l!.EsSS tion!" rctorted
1%SYdOWWE& t e " G' 0 sh rm,"C"s
known MS "t'in'), "whnt did you OK
peci? | told you, didn'tI? TINT it wns
out on the shores of lake Umbngoy.
without IL house for two miles
around?"
ooh, yes, ! know" said Cynthin,
with little shudtlcr, "but | didn't
know about tho bald eagles screnm.
ing, and the horril moosos with their
big horns, and the lnp-lap of The wntcr
on tho shore l declare, sometimes
it seems as if l should go mad in this
horrible solitudc!"
You'll get used to it arier awhile, )"
said Uncle Fin, who was cleaning his
gun'bnrrcl with II piece Of one OF his
old shirts. al did.
"But You aren't woman, Uncle
Fin"
81 declare 10 goodness, never
thought of that" said tho old man.
with chucklc. at is pretty rourh
on woman to have nobody TO talk to
now, isn't it? Wal, il you'll get
into the boat nrier supper, III take
you over TO see lndinn Oscoliiu. It's
only three miles round the point, and
she show you how To stan birds. nnd
do fancy work with their quilts. and
play oil the ianndoiine, and all That
sort Of thing. She's II right smart
Gnl, OsccliIa is, and pretty INTO the
bnrgain. She's Pilot Johns dartcr,
and her mother was the handsomest
Indian woman hercabout.
"Thanli you," said Miss Cynthin,
drawing herself up, 'but nm not YET
reduced so low rs to seek the asso sin.
ton of an Indian squaw."
ooh, so nlong!" snid good-natured
Uncle Fin. cosy amt that. Her
mother was rs white "a most white
women, and her fathers fine looliin'
old chnp yet. He was Maine lumber
man till ho took to runuin' the little
steamer through tho lakes. Just
wish you could SEQ tho pretty little
cabin they live in, all covered with
morning glorics."
81 have no desire to SEQ it," said
Cynthia, pursuing up her thin lips.
T. ''Ossy Is comm round here some
day to visit you, she says" hnznrded
Uncle Fin.
"She may ms well save herself the
trouble" observed Miss Copley.
"Oh-h-h!" said Uncle Fin, with n
prolonged whistle. you're too gen
teel to serape spoons with Indian Os-
cclita, CHI? Well, do declare there
mint no iindin' out Tho ways Of wo.
men!"
And he laughed at intervals oil the
evening, and chuckled between whites,
TO tho intense discontinue of his
niece.
Miss Cynthia Coplcy had been .hc
village dressmakcr Mt Weldon Falls, in
tho State of Rhode Island, until n
newer and moro gcnteel Interpreter
OF the fashions crowded her out
There were eleven OF them in the
household nest, and when Cynthin
came home, with raching cough and
nothing to do, it made little awk-
wardness.
but just then arrived Unclo Fin,
brown, bcaminS and uproariously
goodnaturcd.
ELEVEN, ch?" he said to his care
worn brother. "Just the right num-
Der; not ono too many. And if Gym
thia's delicate, just send her out to
spend summer with me on the shores
of Lake Umbagog. That'll set her
right, if anything will. Why, bless
your heart, man, there's health in
every Whit OF tho Pine woods, and
red checks in every gallo that comes
across the waterl I live there alone,
like Robinson Crusoe; but it aint a
bad place, and Cyntliy'll be MS wei
camo os flowers in May
So Cynthia Copley packed her war
drobe OF irills, llounces, Jerseys and
other feminine nppurtenances, with n
set OF croquct and an outfit of lawn
tennis, some shelving boards and bo.
tanical cases, and the last new novels,
md came to Lake Umbngog.
''Ot course there are plenty of tour
lists there" she thought, exultantly,
TO helself, dreaming vague visions OF
returning home with hat trimmed
with orange blossoms, and an Apollo
visaged young man in her train.
But, alas she had been IL month al
Pine Point. and not soul had como
near the placo except two or three
leather'fnced old hunters, n crooked
beldame gathering herbs and simples,
and two Yankee showmeu, in search
OF fine specimen moose for their col
lection.
Was it any wonder that the demon
homesickness took possession of heI
heart?