Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1895-09-06

rig. should mover hear tho last of it,"
He leaned against tho shelves, and
breatllcssiy awaited tho progress OF
events.
"Why!" CALCULATED soft voice
Rcsa's own" whero's my hat? Was
careless enough to leave it down
stairs? Flora, you have hidden it..
81 wonder what you'll accuse mo of
next!" snid Flora, III m injured voice.
"You told MIR. Ross that Cousin
Simon's letter was toto"
+ Your sweetheart! Well, ho ought
to be, Pm sure. Ho is tho handsom-
eBt young man / know"
"Oh, Flora he don't compare with
Mr.. Ross.
"Rosa, DO honest" said Flora,
or Simon Montroso?"
"Florn! !"
"rell me now, honestly"
Tho answer camo i'll IL low, half i'll
audible voice
"Kcnneth !"
The heart under A!ico's sacquo gavo
n great jumpl Mr.. Ross head camo
i'll contact with something on tho up
per shelf, and down came rain of
band boxes on his occiputl
There WAS au instant's tcrriliel
silence, and then nii tho girls began to
scream in chorus
GLOW silly wo NIL nre!" said Rosa
srcmulously 'it's only the cat"
CAS- if cat could make such n
noise as that" said Flora. "Oall
Uncle John? Alice, do look and 500
what it isl"
"No--you look !" faltcred Alice.
'T'll look myself" said Kosn Fern
all, bravcly advancing to the rescue.
turn, even she blanchcd.
'Some ono is holding the door in
side. Call tho men!"
''Thcro is no necessity" quoth
voice from behind the panels, aud tho
next moment the door hew open, dis
closing tall form in blue, anil
countennnco whose utter shccpishncss
can never be described!
"Cousin Ken !" shrieked Flora.
"Mr. Ross!" faltercd Miss Fernall.
"Why. it cant DO possible !" ejnou-
lutCu hllCc.
And then the three girls chung to
each other in paroxysms eff laughter.
"Hhe fact is, lalics," commcncoi
Kenneth confusedly, 81 Won't somo
one help me oil with this mouse trap?
Miss Alice, I'm very sorry Two split
your sacque, but We'll. if you won't
stop laughing can't explain. that's
tho long and tho short OF i'll!
Bat Rosa Fernall hal stoppol
laughing already, and tho pink oil her
checks was deepening iuto scarlet.
Sho had Just remembered tho words
carelessly spoken not Two minutes
ago.
In al inoxplicably short space of
time Mr.. Ross had torn oil his fomi-
nine adornments, and fled ignomini-
ously, followed by peals OF laughter
os his cousin and Alice Aymcr. Rosa
strange piece of contradiction had
began to cry!
"Poor little thing she's hysterical,
said Aunt Meg, who had just appeared
on the scene.
But Rosa was not hysterical.
Tho full, delicious moon OF summer
was in the mid -henven that night, Ms
Kenneth Ross strolled into the garden
modify pulling ut cigar, AL con.
templaiiug the feasibility of leaving
Warburgh to avoid the girls sarcasm.
81 was fool, said he aloud; ''but
= Who's there?"
1t was Rosa, coming from the lower
part OF tho garden. BY the full brill
iant moonlight ho saw the traces of
tears on her check
'Rosa, you have been oryingl"
"No, I haven't" And to provo tho
truth of her assertion, Rosa began to
cry afresh.
"Look here, Rosa" said the young
man gravely, "I have been thinking OF
leaving Warburgh tomorrow"
Rosa cried on.
"But," pursued Mr.. Ross, "I'll stay
if--if--you'll only tell me to my faco
what you told my cousin when was
hidden away like foolish rat in Il
trap, Rosa. Speak, little one!"
"What shall I tell you?" falterod
Rosa.
"That you love me! that you will
be my wife!"
And sho told him lin tho Ian
guaSe lovers best like to hear. And
MIR. Ross stayed in Wnrbury, AMI
bravcd the ridiculo of Alice and Flora,
with little Rosa marshallcd OH his
side.- New York News.
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