Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1895-07-19

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mite distance. No street cars were
running and but few strollers-these
mostly creoles in high-heeled shoes
tapping lightly on tho banquettes-
went up aud down the narrow way.
Boyle Harding leaned back in m
easy chair on the iron-rniled balcony.
or gallery, which overhuns tho side
walk, and smoked slowly, with half
closed eyes. Ho was awaiting tho mr.
rival of his young friend, Francois
Rapin, who had lately interested him
ton singular degree.
Even ut the moment, up the uncar-
peted stairway came the active creolo's
feet. two steps Mt II time, along with q
lively tune sung almost breathlessly
through curving black mustache.
"Ah, but here L AMI" he cried, is
suing through the doorway and trip
ping gay step along the floor towards
Harding.
well, and what is it?" demanded
the New Yorker. "What haye YOU
found out?"
"Bahl" Ho produced cigarette
and asked for light by nn inimitable
pantomime with head aud shoulders.
Maybe she went to the French, opera.
Go with me; ] have box; come"
"But haven't you yet seen herr"
"Seen her-how should I know
Monsieur Harding forgots tho condi-
tions." He laughed in his atrociously
frivolous French way.
81 beg pardon" snid Harding,
quickly; ri had, indeed, forgotten
that / did not know her name, her
place of residence, nor yet even the
color of her eyes. Yes, will 90 with
you to the opera. Everybody goes,
eh?"
"Not everybody. but everybody OF
tho best. 1t is the distinction; we
draw the line in front of the boxes.
"Not the dead line, hope"
"Evcn that sometimes, yes. I have
known glance of sweet eyes to cost
q man his best blood under the oaks.
Arc you n good fencer?"
Boyle Harding made no answer, but
flung his cigar stump over the iron
filagree down into the street, where it
coruscated on the cobblc- stones, and
then he rose and shook himself light
ly rs one does who forms an imperfect
plan or feels vaguely inpatient over
delayed expectations.
The sky above New Orleans was as
blue rs u sapphire, and tho irregular
old houses along Royal street caught
many stray CLINT from the splendid
moon. Harding was in mood to feel
all the force of such scene. He had
como South n fortnight past with let
tiers of introduction to influential peo-
pie, but he was not seeking society: q
quiet sojourn In New Orleans with his
eyes and ears opened suited him bet
ter. He Was young, however, brimful
of blood and surcharged with O poets
imagination.
What was, perhaps, just the thing
he would have most desired came to
him unexpectedly ono day. 1t was q
twinkle of romance in the gloom OF
Royal street. He suddenly met a
beautiful young woman face to face
Mt the door of Gnrcin's old book store,
q dingy hole where you find the con-
tents of French libraries that have
been sold Mt successive sales or picked
up at auction. Warm eyes exchanged
an involuntary look which seemed to
have glow of inquiry struck out of
iris points. Harding was electrified.
and impulsively lifted his hat. She
passed him with half smile, leaving
q breath of violets and the rustic of a
gown Quietly elegant in the air round
about.
The color of her hair, her height,
the tint of her eyes, her complexion
he could not fix ono of these in his
mind, but he knew that she was the
loveliest, tho most enchanting girl
that ever breathed. The impression
entered his consciousness so suddenly
and set itself so deep and with such a
thrill of romantic pleasure, that he
stopped short in the door, and stood
there, hat in hand, smiling reminis-
Gently and listening to tho purr of his
own blood sweetly quickening along
his veins.
A lover is great fool; but he is
tne only nun WHO KNOWS Wnnt song 1t
was that the stars sang; and to him
You must go it you would learn the
secret of heavenly happiness and the
value of dreams as nutriment for the
Imagination. A lovers soul will treble
its stature by feeding one moment on
smile.
In fact, Boyle Harding had felt this
sudden growth within; it had quick
cned. broadened and sweetened his