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

company for him after oil. She could
not cook half so we'll rs ho could she
mcnded his stockings 80 bungingly
that they hurt his feet and she for
got to make his bed every other day
on nn average.
"Ah, WE'LL" he consolcd himself,
81 s'pose all women nro alike. Indian
Oscelita amt cut urtcr that pattern,
though. I'm level sure of that"
Oscelitn Dean came one day on her
fathers steamer to tho little dock,
with IN offering of freshly gathered
blueberries, rndiantly spotted birds
eggs, aud fan of caglo plumes made
by her own hands.
"Ah, thnnksl" said CYNTHIA, tossing
her head. al don't caro- for birds.
egg collections. We've plenty of blue
berries here. What do you ask for
tho eagle FAM"
Oscelita colorod little.
81 meant it for present, snid she.
"Will you accept it?"
81 couldn't think Of such thing ="
said Cyhthin, primly. 81 never re-
ccivc presents"
"Thcn i shall leave il for Mr.. Con-
ley, snid Oscclit", smiling, MS she
hung it over the old hunters big
chair. Gle will like ii, know"
Cynthia looked quickly around
Was it possible tho Oscclita was man
covering to ontrnp Unclo Fin for a
husband? He would DO quito fool
enough to fnll into the trap.
"You can do as you please about
that, said she, knitting with all her
might.
"You arc very lonely here" said
Oscelita, i'll her soft, nntc-like voice.
"lps the dismnlost place ever came
across i'll my lifcl" said Cynthia, pet.
tishly.
ut doesn't seem SO TO me-" said
Oscelitn. ''in my eyes it is home"
"T"stcs dillcr, said Cynthin, with
wcll-cmphaslzod snin.
But us she snt there, she could sec
that Oscelitn was tall and slender,
with IL complexion of tho richest
olive; dark, liquid eyes, and hair like
jet floss silk. And, all in n second, She
int how elderly and sallow and plain
she herself was
Bat she was Tho Rev. DIR. Coploy's
daughter, and Oscclitn, after nil, was
nothing but tho waif and stray of
these wildcrnosses.
81 have been wishing to come and
see You this long time" said Oscelita,
i'll her low, mild tone.
"AIuch obliged, | nm sure" said
Cynthia. "liut | have resources with
i'll myself which preclude Loneliness.
els ihoro nothing. I can do for
yon p persisted Oscelita, thinking of
the little boat whcrcwth she was
wont to row out in the pink sunrise
after wnterlilies; of the hidden wood
hooks; the lovely little brooks,
whittier no ono could conduct tho
stranger but herself
"Ihnnk you!" once more rctortod
CynIhin. ''I don't know of anythin.
unless, indeed, You could come and
scrub II half day for me every week. l
should be willing to pay half dollar
if"
Indian Oscelita rose quietly to go.
81 think you arc mistaken" snid
she. 81 mn not-a meninl. Good.
by, Miss Copley"
And Cynthia watched her unfastcn
the boat and glide away on tho spark
ling lake with slow, graceful strokes.
~ don't think she will come again."
said Cynthia, hugging herself "rhc
idea OF an Indian girl expecting to be
noticed by me! %
1t was about this time that Captain
Sydford came to tho Point, fishing
one of tho real, live tourists for whom
Miss Cynthia's soul Ind so longod-
and hired 1t room in Uncle Fin Con-
ley's cabin.
And now began tho rcnl course of
life. Miss Cynthia took out her guitar,
screwed up its strings, and practical
so desperately that not bald eagle
remained with earshot of the Point.
She prosecuted Uncle Fin into grub.
bling mp stumps and lcyeling down The
ground for tennis course, and she
unpackod tho nets and balls; she
placed her wnter-colorcd sketches
around i'll the most conspicuous places
and posed herself at sunset, with her
easel and brushes, just where Captain
Sydford would be most likely to zee
her when he alighted from the boat mt
suppcr-time.
"She's queer old customer. said
the captain to himself. ''if she will
perch herself in those exposed spots,
some high wind will blow her into the
lake some day"
"a nephew of Sir Simon Sydford, of
Ottawa?" SAID Cynthia, almost in
scream. Good gracious me, Uncle
Fin ! why didn't YOU say so before?"
Didn't think of it," said Uncle Fin.
"Bless your heart, wo get nil sorts OF
folks this away Lord Dull'erin him
self came down hero and stayed all
night at Peter Pinin's, the guides hut.
And we had II bank burglar Mt Eagle
Bay for week"
And strnightwny Miss Cynthia
Copley laid the foundations for m air
cnstlo whose pinnaclcs rose to the very
clouds.
She cooked the daintiost dishes in
her repertoire. She played the guitar
of moonlight nights, and talked
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