Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1897-02-05
done with ita. Why, child. the stones in

suhc euruVop were worth y SCU.
roor little Eanchon stood pale and
trembling before her indignant mis-
tress.
"oh, madame, madame! Pray be.
lieve that never bcheld thcm!" she
fnltercd, wringlpg her hands aud look
ing wildly around her, us IL npprchen-
sive that the eplissarics of the law mirht
already be upon her.
''Whnt nonscnsel" cried Mrs. Fra.,,
ley. nngriiy, Here's Cecilc. who can
bear witness that they were all hcrc
| last night. when you brought them in
rnd no one bnt yourself has had accrS.
10 them since Of course Il Is you. an,!
yon only. who has stolen my diamond
ring. ] was fool ever To cmnloy 4;
French mnid--i've always heard thar
they are dishonest! Crcilr. ring ,A
rhelll Send James for policeman nj,
oncc!"
Cecile Chefwyndc, herself very pnlc
Yet hnguidly srlf-poSscssc,l. pulled ,h
silkcn rope.
Fanchon tie l.islc clnspcd her hand.
! and fell Ut the portly lntly's feet.
"Oh. madame. spare me. DO no
bring this dsgrace--this unmcritr,'
saame--cn mr. and min:, oh. mndamr
J am as innocen, as yoursclf." sh,
cried
Mrs. Frnmley icrscd her skirts from
the French girls clasp.
"fou shall PROVE that in u court Of
Justice" she said .silarshly. ~ police.
mani Why does not some one hiring
policeman?"
The words had scarcely rnsscd he,
lips when Fanchon dc Lislc fell. whit,
md lifelcss. to the floor, her luxuriou,
| jet black hair escaping from its bands
and falling. like veil. over her ashen
pulc face.
"Shc Is faintinG." said Cccile. " ith Il
Qulvcr in. her voice.
''She is dead, ma AM" suid Mrs. uoyic.
the motherly old housrkecpcr. "Iii
The henrt--shc wns always complnnine
OF PAINS round the heart. You've fright.
cncd her to death. mn ami"
Don't I've II fool. lioylc!" cried Mrs.
Frnmlcy. -clutching rervously mt her
throat. TITS only swoon. Get some
ramphor. somebody. Oh. here comes
/ tho otilccr."
l'ui II was no grulf-voiccd policeman
who was ushercd into Mrs. Frnmlcy'A
l'oudoir--cnly Harold Disari. who
! Looked around him with puzzled co,in.
ttnancc.
Pray pardon me-" he said. with II
courteous how in Mrs. rrnmlcy's dircr
ton. II fear am intruding: but will
lctnin you only for an instant. have
come to return the diamond earring
Miss Chctwyndc lost last night nt Mrs.
Fontainc's party. II WAS found in ihc
conservatory. close To the big palm
where brought You that last ice. Mis-,
ChctwyDdc."
teriic grew scarlet. then pale, as Mr.
Disnrt laid the gl.llcring ornament he
tide her on the table. She shrnnk from
her cousins eye even while she ntroyr
IN mniicr some g.. Mt formula vi hnnl,s.
/ "rhe diamond that Ccrile chetwyndr
lost" Mrs. Framlcy shrily ciaculatc,t.
, lightning peomprehrnd ahc true siiu.
ntion of ntTaiis. "Cccile Chct,yyntlc ni
Mrs. fon'ainc's party last night. Dasc
rirl! liow dared YOU deceive mo thus.
lom have been haunting in my din-
monds! You have been Systematically
acting n false part! Wretch. viper! /
viii 10 longer liavc you in my house"
Mr.. Disari looked from the iifurintct
mniron 10 the shrinking girl. in surprise
and pcrpleXiiy: Lut there were half n
score Of voices ready 10 cnlighten him
on the matter.
cccilc buried her face in her hnnds.
! IL meant no harm" she faItcred
81, was only Tor once
And you would have lei this poor
child suffer for your fnult?" Harold
Disari exclaimed. rrproachfully. "Oi.
Miss thctwyndr. how completely you
have blinded r,c up 10 ll:s iiinc."
And he turned nwny. in cold anger
and ill-conccnlcd disgust.
! AZ that instant the experienced old
physician whom ihc servants had s,I,i..
inoncd glanced u? from his cxumina-
ton.
"l' will matter Iit,lc 10 ihis girl" he
said. quietly. "w hat the world may say
bf her hcEcefortI. She has gone 10 /,
greater tribunal TO plead her poor little
4 cnnse."
He spoke truly.
| fanchon de- LisIc was dead.
The burial certificate called IL "hear'
disease" AID they buried her in a lonely
cemetery in strange land, where No
tender linrd could hung Garlands on he,
tombstone. Bat Cccilc Ghelwyndc. NJ
belt she bcnrs brave front before he
world. fcc'a thu, size walks ever with The
crimson stain. Of murdcron her slender
white hand.
And sometimes size wishes IL were sh"
I
iynR under he daisies where Fanchon
| slreps.-N. 81 Weekly.
One True Ghost story.