Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1897-02-05
doso With it2 Why. child, the stones in

tnAJ earurop were worth q 200"
roor little Fanchon stood pale and
trembling before her indignant mis-
tress.
"Oh, madame, madame! PRAY be-
lleve that | never beheld thcmr' shC
faltercd. wringing her hands anl look
ing wildly around her, as IL npprchen-
sive that the emissaries of the law might
already be upon her.
what nonScnSel" cried Mrs. Frs.,,
ley. angrily. Heres Cecilc. who can
bear witness that they we're all hor,.
last night. when YOU brought them in
rnd no one bni Yourself has had acccs.
10 them since! OF course Il Is YOU. an,!
you only. who bas Stolrn my diamond
ring. ! was n fool ever TO cmplov :,
French moid--i've always heaul THAI
they are dishonest. Cecilc. ring IA.
-helll Send James for policeman M
opce!"
Cecile Chetwyndc. herself very pale
yet languidly seif-poSscsscd, pulled "a,
silkcn rope.
Fanchon he I.islc ciaspcd her hand
and fell at the portly lady'S feet.
'Oh, madnre. spare me! DO no
bring this diSgrace--this unmcritr,'
saame-on me and m;ur. Oh madam,
am rs innocent as yoursclf." sh,
cried.
Mrs. Framley icrlscd her skirts from
the French girls clasp.
You shall Prove that in court OF
Justice, she SailStiarshly. ~ police
man! Why does not some one bring !,
Policeman"
The words had scarcely rasscd he,
lips when Fanchon dc Iislc fell. whit,
nnd lifelcss. TO the floor. her luNuriou,
JET black hair escaping from its bands
and falling. ike veil. over her ashen
pulc face.
"Shc is faintinG." said Cccile. " ith o.
quiVcr in.her voice
"She is dead, ma am" said Mrs. uovlr.
the mothcriy old housekecpcr. III,
The heuIt--shc WAS always compla ininc
OF pains round the heart. You've fright
encd her TO death. mu'am!"
Don't he Il fcoi. Iioyie." cried Mrs.
Frnmlcy, -clutching rervousIy nj her
throat. ITS only swoon. Get some
ranphor. somebody. Oh. here comes
the Ofiicer.'
Bui IL was no gruif-voiced policeman
who was ushercd into Mrs. Frnmley's
Eoudoir--cnly Harold Dis,r,. who
looked around him with puzzled coun.
stnance.
FRAY pardon me-" be said. with u
courteous bow in Mrs. rramlcy's dircc
ton. IL fear am intruding: but will
detain you only for an instant. have
come 90 return the diamond carrinY
Miss Chctwynde lost last night NJ Mrs.
Fontaine's party. IL was found in the
conservatory. close To the big palm
~ here brought you that last ice. Mis-.
Chctwyude."
Cerilc grew scarlet. then pale, as MIR
Dsart laid the gl.ttering ornament bc.
'idc her on the table. She shrank from
her cousins eye even while she atro,r
IL mut,er some g. ~ formula of hanks.
The diamond that Cerile Chetwyndr
lost" Mrs. Framlcy shrilly CALCULATED.
lightning tp comprehend the true sifu.
ntion OF atIaiis. "Cccilc Chcivynde at
Mrs. foniaiuo's party last night. Base
Girl. liow dared Nou deceive me thus g.
Non have been Eaunting in my din-
monds! You have been systematically
acting false part! Wretch. viper. /
will 10 longer have you ia my house, -
Mr.. Disait looked from the infurintctl
mntrou 10 the shrinking girl. in surprise
and pcrplcNify; Lat there were half n
score az voices ready to enlighten him
on the matter.
Cecile buried her face in her hnnds.
II meant no harm." she faltered.
"lt was only Tor once
"And you would have let This pooT
child suffer for your fault?" Harold
Disart exclaimed. rcproachfully. "Oi..
Miss Chctwyrdc. how completely YOU
have blinded re mp 60 THIS tmc,"
And he turned away. i'm cold angc,
ard ill-conccnlcd disgust.
~ that instant the experienced old
physician whom the servants had sun
noncd glanced ~ from his cNamina-
ton.
~ will matter Iittlc 90 this girl" he
said. quietly. "w hat the world may say
of her hcEceforth She has gone 20 !.
greater tribunal TO plead her poor littl,,
cause!"
Tie spoke truly.
Tanchon Ge Isle was dead.
The burial certificate called il "hear'
disease. and they buried her in lonely
cemetery in strange land. where no
tender hard could hang gaTlands ON hc,
tombstone. I.Gt Cecilc Che,wyndc ~.
belt she bears brave front before tho
world. fcc'a that she walks ever with the
crimson stain Of murder on her slender
white hand.
II . 4 .. a
lying under .c daiGies where Fanchon
slreps.-N. Y. Weekly.
Oae True Ghost story.
Tbs is a true ghost story OF an uncoD-