Clinch Valley news. [volume] (Jeffersonville, Va.) 18??-2019, 1905-01-13
A HERO HUNTER


How persistent you are, Frankr
she exclaimed Ia some petulance.
snatching away the diminutive white
member impatiently. 81 have already
told you 1 would never accept man
Of the ordinary level OF mankind. III
wait until I meet a really heroic. noble
man. one who would risk his own life
10 save mine. There. Frank. you have
your final answer
but I'd do as much as that. Daisy"
he sail earnestly. Il would, indeed. IL
/ only had the opportunity"
Without doubt. sir, though I must
say l am inclined to disbelieve your
statement. You are not OF heroic
make, Frank, aud you ought not to as
pire to things you could never perform.
The idea OF considering yourself
hero! Oh, Mr.. Allison, advise you to
abandon the foolish thought"
"Daisy. how can you say SOP" he
cried reproachfuliy. Il know-I am
convinced you are speaking but idle,
empty words. Daisy, you know l hold
greater part OF your heart than you
care TO own; ell. my pretty hero hunt
erT' And his speech ended I'm n teasing
tone of voice.
The impudent fellow actually enjoy
ed the red flush that crimsoned the
pinkness of her cheeks, the angry
flash OF her gray blue eyes, the scorn-
ful curl Of her short upper lip. Daisy
Vane was very angry indeed to all ap-
pearances, and her words confirmed
her insulted looks.
"How dare you, Frank AllisonY" she
exclaimed. How dare you. 1 say?
Hero hunter, indeCdI Very compli-
mentary, really must acknowledged
Thank you, sr!''
Mr.. Allison grew instantly penitent,
or perhaps pretended to be so. His
face took on n sorrowful cast of ex-
preston.
Forgive me. Daisy, dear was
beside myself. love-" he murmured,
with a languishing glance.
Your Daisy dear! Your love, for
soothy' the indignant damsel said
scornfully. "Once and for all, Mr.. Al
lison. l decline 20 listen to any more
OF your endearing epithets. You have
belied your words, sir. You are any
thing but hero, sir, and consequent
~ you are unworthy OF my hand"
Frank fired up under this blaze OF
Ecorn. He drew his fine figure up
proudly and haughtily. He smiled as
scornfully and spoke as coolly as Miss
Vane herself.
"My heroism has not been proved as
yet. Miss Nane. that know Of. Until
you are certain OF my defects I'm that
quarter ! think you would do well TO
reserve your opinion. But l will not
detain you any longer. Allow me to
wish you very good morning" he
said, with inimitable politeness OF
manner. And Off he walked In fine
style after honoring Daisy with
courtly bow and naughty smile.
Il hope he is not offended" she
thought as she pursued her solitary
way along the -verdant path on the
wide. green field. Though he did
behave nonsensically, yet / do think.
after all, he is OF a heroic make.
actually wish something would hap
pen 10 me and Frank would display
his heroism and then 1t would turn
out ali right Frank was right when
he said he knew he held place in my
heart. But unless something does oc-
cur I will never let him know I care
for him at ALL oh. something must
happen! she exclaimed aloud, and
from the depths OF her tender little
heart there fiuttered sigh
, And, would you believe II, then and
there something did happen! Did you
ask what it was? Well, a deep, sono-
rous growl fell on the fresh country
air. and Daisy looked up to behold an
enormous bull only few PAGES from
her and looking fixedly at her.
In moment she understood the
cause OF this unwelcome encounter
She wore a light wooden shawl of a
vivid scarlet color, the very hue that
arouses all the fierceness I'm such an
animal.
Daisy gave n Wild shrek, and, turn
ing around, she fed with wonderful
fieetness back the way she had come
But quick as she ran her speed was
nothing compared TO the terrible rate
Mt which the huge animal behind her
came along. Her fate seemed inevita-
| bic. She paused a second for breath
aud gave a long, piercing shrek. The
next instant she certainly would have
been tossed mercilessly over the high
wall that inclosed a part OF the field,
when-oh, what n blessed relief-she
beheld Frank Allison close beside her.
Catching the terrified girl in his
arms, he first tore of the scarlet shawl
and flung II back at the bull, who, now
that he had the offending color all to
himself. vented his fury on the poor
little shawl by tearing ii to shreds,
after which operation he contented
himself by beginning quietly to Craze
on the green grass.
All danger being passed, Frank ST.
lently went on until they reached a
low stile, and then he released his fair
burden. Their eyes met. Daisy's face
famed with crimson bushes, and her
pretty lips quivered softly. Frank put
his arm around her waist and drew the
yielding form to him.
Daisy, will you give me my answer