Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1902-11-21

i IaIa
CHEST. and Lung troubles. KEGS il near.
anu aN'id suffering. death and doctor =
blliS. teaspoonful stops a late cough
persistent use the most stubborn Harm
itSS ai.h nice tasieiug. it's guaranteed by
Jro +. jacksOn's drug stOIe. Prices :. c
ana Si.Oa. Fri 4 bottles free.
the finishing touches TO the room. bv
going over a stripe of dirty white i'm
the breadths of rag carpet, with n
paint brush and n tomato can full of
the dye The knock at the door caused
her 10 pause, and upon her invitation
Lazy Joness" entered. He had long
been endeavoring to breach the sub
Ject of life partnership to Mrs.
Pottsey, but. when her sharp eyes were
looking at him, he felt as if his soul.
with its mixed motives. was laid bare
before her, and his courage oozed out.
She pointed now to her hand4work
and said: "Ain't this room beau
/ tiful?"
yes. Mis- Pottsey, YES; it's d
ah em-'hem-it's very beautiful.
never see anything that suited me
better"
And, indeed, he had not, for he in
wardly pictured himself reposing on
the lounge with pillow under his
head and pipe in his mouth.
You're master hand at Akin up
things. Mis- Pottsey; you know how
TO make a-body comfortable, don't
you?"
My powers Of mind Is sech." an
swered Mrs. Pottsey, chat when 1
, likes people 1 can make 'em comfort
able. and when 1 don't like 'em, L can
make EN- purity uncomfortable"
Mr.. Jones did not know whether to
regard this as encouragement or
encouragement
would you-er-could you-er-"
doubt here assailed hin-'1end me
your hoe?" he lamely concluded.
Walking home. he resolved as last
resort, TO trust his fate TO a written
missive. He was not handy" TO use.
local phrase, with the pen, and com
position presented unknown horrors
TO HIM. but something must be done.
when he was gone. Mrs. Pottsey
smiled grimly. "No sech truck ez him
don't take me I'M" she remarked.
n few days later, Mrs. Pottsey was
preparing 10 can some plums. She was
seated on the back porch with a bushel
basket of plums on one side and a
large jar on the other. On her lap was
apan filed with the fruit. Deacon Stat.
terry leaned against a support To the
porch and chewed straw medita-
lively.
We'll, you got a job before ye ef
you're goin' TO peel all them plums."
he at last observed.
Twon't take me long" she re
sponded; they're wild piums. and
they taste kind of puckery if they
amt peeled"
Judging by the constant stream OF
peeled plums leaving her hand for the
jar ii was evident the process would
not occupy her for great length OF
time.
Mighty big lot Of pLums for one
woman.to eat" he ventured.
I'm that fond OF plums L could
eat EN- every day in the year!" she an
swered.
Deacon Slattery rubbed his chin
thoughtfully and decided to take an
other tack. He was wise, even beyond
his years, which were many, SO he
said, after gazing at her thoughtfully
for few moments:
You are n powerful good lookin'
woman, Zenobia"
"Oh, pshaw, now, deacon. sech an
old woman as met" but he noticed n
little flush stealing over her sallox
cheek
Well satisfied with his progress. he
went on.
Il deelar', on my honor, when Won
come walkin' in church Sunday all
rugged out, 1 thought you was the
hahdsomest woman there!" oh
shameless deacon!-"and I never see
woman AT could turn out work Ike
you kin. AS says to Jim Watson
tother day, seq I, Il don t'know vvhers
you can pint out a woman "a voung
lookin' for her age as Mis- Pottsev,
get kinder lonesome at times. an pva
often thought I'd like some smart
good~lokin' woman flynn round tba
mousse fryin' my potatoes an bakin'
my pancakes fer me" the deacon went
on with sad note in his voice.
why don't you git somebody
thenY' asked Mrs. PottSey.
Here was distinct encoura oa,D,.
wen, now, / kinder thought mavha
you was tired Twin alone, too said
the deacon.
seem it's you that asks me, mavbe
be- said Mrs. Pottsey.
The deacon, as he walked homo
smiled gently to himself. "Humon
hatur Is human natur'l" he said. soSt.
ly'-Lavon c. Cheney, in National Mac
azine.
brewer Didn't Know Hops.