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

mers, and now she wouldn't fling ono
of us penny if we were starving
Old Mrs. Playford was better than
an advertisement in the newspapers.
The Didgood girls camo no more; the
CITY people kept sublimely away. The
old adage concerning the flight of rats
from falling house camo strictly
true.
"Rosa Didgood hasn't even como
after that conserve of rose-leayes I
promised her." said Mona, sadly.
"And gave five dollars for the spices
and essential oil, and I dried the jao-
queminot and neil leaves so carefully
and Clarie painted such beautiful
butterfly jar for it'll"
"Can I have the pot-pourri, Mona ?"
asked Bess, suddenly.
Eyes. if you want it," answered
Mona, with shrug of her shoulders.
''We can't eat nor drink dried roso.
leaves"
"Perhaps we can, said Boss to her.
self.
And she rummaged out divers and
undry rare old porcelain jars md
vases from the family stores, filed
them with the sweet, strangely
cd mass that Mona. had concocted, and
carried them q uietly to town.
sit smells exactly like Mrs. Grey
toms drawing-room mt the manor
house herel" exclaimed Ferdinand
Houghton, as no entered the studio of
Miss Malvina Morris, fair feminine
sculptor, who had como very original
ideas of her own, ani was on "hail-
fellow-well-met" terms with all tho
other artists of both sexes.
She was neither young nor pretty,
yet every one liked Miss Morris.
''Well, should think it might"
said she. edo you see those wine jars
on the shelf2"
cot course I do. What are they ?n
''They are filled with conserved rose
leaves. Mona Greyton mado them.
Bcss, tho second sister, wants me to
sell them for her. Real old porcelain
leaves full of tho subtlest scents of
Bendemeer. Will you take one at ten
dollars, Ferdy?"
"Then it's true2" said Houghton.
"About their financial troubles ?
Unfortunately, yes" said Miss NAL
vina. ~ only wish I could help them.
Come, buy the pot-pourri- there's u
good fellowl"
''It's my last ten-dollar BILL" said
Ferdinand, "but hero goes! Mona
Greyton is an angel. Do you suppose,
Miss Mally. she would accept poor
artist like me. with no particular in
come and nothing to live on?"
"Try it and see" said Miss Morris.
"But I'm not half good enough for
her."
Possibly" acceded Miss N1alvina.
"But there are five girls, you know,
and nothing to 1.-Two on"
SoFerdinand bought tho pot-pourri,
and rode out at once to the manor
house.
"Your uncle, sir, wants to see you
up at tho house," said tho groom who
led out his little gray nag.
81 can't stay this morning." said
Houghton. sim in hurry"
"But it's Home very particular bust
ness" said the man, running down
the pavement after him.
ooh, hang businessl" said Hough-
ton.
And off he rode.
Mona was in tho garden with q
basket, gathering more rose leaves.
She thought the pot-pourri question
promised favorably.
Clarice was painting desperately
away at old India ginger jnrs, up stairs.
Eono11o moo 1ur;t;no, a, o5x.-l:.-
ment, "Boarders Wanted," for tho
paper.
''The house is MS big as hotel, {"
said she. ''Why not make some use
OF it?"
Mona Croydon listened with smiles
and tears to Ferdinand Houghton' s
vehement proposal.
'But what could we live uponp"
said she.
"Why, 1 could paint pictures, :" said
this sanguine young wooer. "I'm
suro to sell them Mt tearing big
price as soon as my name becomes q
little better known; and I'll have
your mother and all tho girls to live
with us.
ooh, Ferdinand" said Mona, half
laughing, half crying.
And then the young artist knew
that he had not pleaded in vain.
"And it's all owing to the pot
pourri," said she, "tho sweet, poeti-
cal pot-pourri.
'Every bit of it," said Ferdinand.
But his uncle listened grayely to
the tale when tho young man came
home, late in the moonlight, with his
heart full of love affairs.
"Humph |" said Uncle Barlow.
GLOW many pictures did you sell
during the past year?'
"Two, SIR"
cat how much?"
"Seventy-ive dollars each," reluc-
family admitted Ferdinand.
"Humphl" again grunted this re-
lentless old Rhadamanthus. "And
you expect to maintain wife and her
mother and four sisters oil. hundred
and fifty dollars q year?"
~ shall manage to maintain them
in some way way, SIR" sail the un-
abaahed nephew. "Ihere's always the
Far West, you know"
IJncla RnrIcy 1auOhed