Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1895-08-30

WHOM 10 pouring Out III
stentorian tones the stirring strains of
THE Star Spangled Banner" Fashion
and beauty have been present to hear
star of unusual magnitude read one
OF Shakespeare's wonderful characters
IN the process OF q play, and they are
going out moro than ever impressed
with the grent bard's wonderful
knowledge of the natures aud man.
ners and genius of men.
In right hand box some ladies
have been sitting during the perform
ance, deeply interested until the next
to the final act, when tho principal
character leaves the stage. He has
been tho guest of the elderly woman
at dinner, for he is ono of socioty's
fayorites wherever no goes. With
tho box party there is dark girl in
red cloak, rich velvet ruilles close
about her throat, red flower in her
lofty hair and n few moro are in her
hand. This is Janet Townsend ut
twenty-five, the clever artist whose
work depicts many scenes in books of
the day, whose pen and ink sketches
are sought by publishers everywhere.
Tho ladies are waiting for tho crowd
to pass out, SO they may go comfort
ably to their carriage, then tho stage
door swings and tho star is standing
with them-a man of some thirty.
seven, straight and firm, eye dark and
tender ms woman's, and hair that is
touched with tint of sunshine. Ho
is conspicuous figure in tho world of
mon, yet there is not n single trick of
manner or distinguished feature or
within to attract. Brilliant, straight
forward, honest and sincere, n poet in
nature, ho sees the beautiful of life
and recognizes it everywhere.
Tho ladies shake hands with him,
with words and praise OF thanks for n
delightful evening. Janet is tho last
to offer her hand, and the others are
passing out toward tho lobby as she
does 80.
They walk slowly up the short flight
of steps, he still holding her fingers as
if in assistance.
"Thero is something very peculiar
about this" ho is saying. "I havo
never met you until to-day, and yet it
seems rs if had known you all my
life" Tho full glaro of tho electric
light is falling upon her upliftcd face.
A flush creeps up to her checks, MAX
ing them almest the tint of the RULES
about her throat. She smiles brightly.
perhaps we met in some other
world" sho says.
81 am sure wo have not; should
have remembered. Mrs. Allyn tolls
mo L. II,
sketches from ono of my plays"
al mudo them from your photo
graphs? Would you like to see
them?"
"May I?"
'Tf you caro- to como tomorrow af-
tornoon shall be pleased to show
them you"
He puts her into the carriage with
her friends, and thon stands for mo-
mcnt looking after tho brougham roll
ing down tho white nsphaltod street.
"What glorious woman!"
Janet Townsends studio is n simple
place where artists may always be suro
of finding kindred souls on Friday af-
ternoon, whero newspaper men and
publishers drop in and get ideas for
this or that. Pictures, drnpcrics, pot
ted plants, portfolios, and hundreds
of sketches i'll black and whito are all
about.
Janet is talking to wcll-known
publisher about cover design when
tho star enters. She drops the pieco
of card and goes forward to greet
him.
81 nm SO glad you havo como. E"
Tho welcome is simple, but the flush
on her faco speaks moro than words.
She shows him the sketches, exsuis-
ito work from photographs III charac-
ter, and ono by one, rs the day is
drawing to close, the visitors drift
out, and they are left alone.
A sort of embarrassment creeps
over both.
"You have had successful season /"
every"
"And you will como this way
again?"
"I hopo So" Ho looks mp quickly.
She raises her eyes. He reaches out
his hands and takes one of hers.
'tShall L SEQ You when come again?
May hope that you will look for ?"-
His voice has grown very tender and
he is speaking hastily. Into her dark
eyes steals the old sweet wistfulness
they used to wear and her lips are
trembling. Ho notes all this, and tho
tight clasp on her hand lightens.
His voice is changed when ho speaks
again.
81 am glad met you, Miss Town
send. L shall always remember YOU"
He drops her hand "Adieul" She
is not looking at him now. He raises
her chin with the tops OF his fingers.
"God bless your bonnie brown eyes
Janet"
lie speaks her nnme SO softly that
she scarcely hears it, tho curtains part
and fall between them, and sho is
standing alone.
If she sinks in to n chair and throws
her arms over tho portfolio on th,
table containing his pictures, there is
no one there to see.
Bohemia, world of heartaches and
partings, of dead sea fruit, SO bcauti-
full, SO bitter, yet SO sweet.
AT TWENTY. cUvYy