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

- 8fG4g$ and back of it, up
. and up, tho grade
6RnA rises until less
than mile away the tops of the green
pines toss their brushes against the
sky. Right and loft close hills hedge
in tho house, and on onch side is n
touch of tho primcyul forest. Back
of tho house on the incline is flower
garden, kitchen garden, straw
berry bed, n strip of green corn and a
field of yellow grain.
In n corner OF the garden, beyond
the beds of vegetables and rows of
thyme, rosemary and sweet marjoram.
grape trellis and clump of currant
bushes, where ripe fruit hnngs like
punches OF coral, there is n chestnut
tree, and under its shade isJanet Town
sends favoritc retreat.
Janet is seventeen. Her black hnir
is braided to her waist, md beyond
that falls in silken bush that touches
tho grass rs she sits with her hands
olaspcd around her knees, her body
leaning forward. Her eyes nro dark,
1nd have i'll them that wistful, inauir-
ing look you sometimes SEQ in the
eyes of tho young.
Janet is dreaming of the future,
waiting for tho kingdom to como to
her, and it is SO much nearer than sho
dreams.
Overhead songbird rustlcs among
tho leaves and fits upward from limb
to limb until tho topmosl Dough is
reached. Ho pipes two or thrcc short,
inquiring notes, turns his head this
way rand TINT to SEQ if he is to be undis-
turbod, and then no balances forward,
while tho rich round notes of his wild
song seem to fairly tumble from his
thront.
"Janet Janet !" voice is calling,
"Janet, your father wants YOU" The
girls hands unclasp; she throws out
her arms, numbcd by tho tension of
tho clasp about her knees, and then
she lightly runs down the path to the
house.
"father wants you, Janet" one of
tho children repeats, us she bounds
up tho stops OF the bacl5 porch .:he is
out on tho front stoop."
"What is it, daddy?"
"Wcrc you busy, Janet?"
III never busy, dad.
Tho man looks Mt tho girl half ro.
grctfully. tsl am afraid you don't
like work, janet. Work is n good
thing"
''Yes, know work is a good thing
the right kind of work.
There WAS silence for few minutes
n11 then she said, reaching out for the
piper no held in his hand: "Do Won
want mo to read tho rest of that con
tinued story?" They had just reached
tho trial in the last chapter.
mo, not just now. Mother and I
have been sort of talking things over
and we have decided that wo will use
the honey money each year for the
children's education. Now, you arc
tho oldest, Janet, and mother thinks
you ought to have chance because
you have always had to take care of
tho younger ones. saw Zesial Hale
in town to-day, and he tells mo Eliza
beth IS going to q business college in
the city. Mother and 1 concluded
we'd havo you go with her. Elizabeth's
good girl"
what would do with n business
cuucatlon, dnd?
"Oh, lots of girls arc learning to be
bookkeepers and stcnographers and
80 on. Do you want to go?'
Not to be bookkoeper, dad"
"Why?"
81 have got book learning enough
but if You will let mo study drawing
sss5tho girl goes behind her father and
puts her arms close around his neck.
81 can draw well now; Mr.. Muncie
says can learn no moro from him. I
want to be an artist"
The mans face is thoughtful, .I
don't know about that, janet. I'm
afraid mother won't agree, but I'll ask
her. Children nowadays do learn diff
ferent things from what thoy used to. I"
"Dear old dad l"-.and tho arms
hug closer. "And 1 will live in Bo-
hemint"
Hc didn't say anything more. He
is very proud of this bright, dark
girl; no has an innate feeling that she
really would not mako u booikeoper
OF an Office girl; she is SO different
from tho other children.
Tho matter is finally settled. and
she is going away. Away from the
cottage, oil woodbino covered; the
sweet, damp woods, the birds that sing
in tile treetops. Away from the deep,
clear watered creek and tho fayorite
spot where the eddy is formed by n
jutting bank and tho speckled trout
skins tho water and leaps Mt the wide
winged fly that hovcrs over. No
feather fly and spoon hook have ever
sweet TINT water
1t was all about her, but tho girl
did not know it-Bohemia, land of
childhood ant; innocence, of all good
things in life.
AT TWENTY-FIVE
The curtain has gone down on the
last stage picture, tho immense
audience has Turned its hack uno,, a.