Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1895-02-08

blubbcring maid servant. "Neithcr
of them yet, sir!" aud 81 hardened
was Sydney to mortuary reflections
TINT her remark seemed quite natural.
''Hcro comes poor master"
Sydnoy's heart jumped, us it alw. rs
did at sight of his tyrant.
Forgive me, my boy Two done jon
injustice" sobbcd tho old gcntleman.
at was all pride--all pride. Pm
dying man. aud bog yoa to forgive
mo-"
"Whero is Sylvia? Is sho wcllG"
exclaimed Sydney.
Bulpett burst into tears. "She's very
ill-very ill-dying, too, wo arc
afraid, he exclaimed, Sand that's why
1 want you to forgive me. never
really disliked You. I'll rather havo
seen her marry you than anybody else
But you were too independent
meant to have you OH your knees be-
foro but there, what does it oil
matter now."
CHIP" gasped Sydney, "sincc whcn2
What has happened?"
Mr.. Bulpct drew him into n rccop.
ton room, and then, mastering his
grief somewhat, poured out his tale.
"Sho. went to see great doctor this
morning, for what she thought mere
nervous nilmont, and allowed myself
to be examined, too, as 1 was there.
My boy, have not year to livci"
"And Sylvan" cried Syddey, inn
patiently.
Sylvia! Oh, Sylvin is in tho last
stages of consumption, and canuot lust
six months--half n lung. You havo
como to q house of mourning, in-
decdI"
1t was rs we'll that old Bulpett should
mourn for himself--nobody else would,
but Sylvia, the bright--tho bcnuti-
full
Sydney sank bacl upon sofa, and
buried his fnco i'll his hands; he wa
incapable oe thought, and he felt moth
ing but n burning desire to SEQ her
ngain-to DO with her, if only for
moment
"Mny can will shc?' he be-
gan, confusedly, but he WAS intcrrup.
ted by IN impcrious peal OF tho bell.
"Here he is mt last" cried the ngon.
lied father. 81 sent for our little 10.
cal doctor--Dr. Elliott directly we got
home, but he was out. 1 have been
expecting him these two hours
Your message WINS urgent" he said
to Mr.. Bulpett; 81 nm sorry 1 havo
been delayed SO long, but was called
away to most extraordinary case.
My distinguished confrere, DR.. Keith.
lotteries, was brought homo from
Hurley street IL couple of hours ago,
having attempted to commit suicide
i'll sudden access of mania. Ho hns
been very odd for some time; it APP
pears TINT ho has been sentencing all
his patients to death for dnysr'
"Kcith-J eiTcrics?' exclaimed Mr..
Bulpctt to the doctors boundless as
tcnishmcnt. "why, that's the very
mnn Mnd? Why, that explains
everything Doctor, that fellow hns
nearly frightened us oil out of our
wits. Look ut me, doctor, do l look
like man i'll the last stages of disease?
1 shall live to"
"plague everyone yet" subioined
WIZ iiCViO ioC1l NOCbOr, WHO KNOW MN
of old, rs he was led to sec Sylvia up
stairs, whcro she WINS sitting crying,
her pretty head buried i'll her knees,
rocking herself to and fro.
Sydney had taken piece of paper
from his pocket and was tearing it in
to minute pieces. 1t was tue prescrip-
ton which had cost him couple of
guincns II few hours before.
There was brief interval, and then
then tho door slowly opened, and Syl-
via stole into tho room, half laughing,
half crying 81 have come to tell you,
darling, that DIR. Eliot says there is
nothing whatever tho matter with
either mc-or papa, she cried, and
then, starting back: "Why, Sydney,
you look ten years older than when 1
saw You this morning, and I declare
your hair has turned gray. And nll
on my account. My popr dnrling."-
Black and White.