Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1880-02-26

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aud | are amazed, but Helen is as
calm and self possessed as it be
comes yonng lady to be who ia a
parlor boarder and has been in
society. -
"Is it the lover, do you suppose?''
whispers Annie. But when We are
introduced to Mr.. George Dacre,
Helen's distant cousin, and his
friend,a young getIemen in a white
crnvat, then we know tba. we are
in the presence of the hero of the
romance and our ecstacy is beyond
description.
Wont you sit down, young la
d;es?' suggests the latter genie
man, stretching himself at fuil
length on the grass, and Offering
me a bunch nf field daisies. a5
Soon Annie and | are engaged in
an animated discussion about flow
ers with the owner of the white
cravas, while Helen and the dis
tant cousin kept up murmurej j
conversation, whose purport does
not reach our ears. What would
Miss Scrimper say? The flavor of
wickedness about the whole adven
ture is SO delightful, and the disi
cussion about the relative astrac-
tions of daisies and primroses go
engrossing, that when two of our
party get up from their mossy seat
and wander away We do not even
miss hem.
1t is Annie who finally suggests,
with sigh, that we ought to 60
back; and theE we look for Helen.
She is nowhere to be seen, but our
companion suggests that she has
probably returned already; and
such is the confidence which a white
cravat inspires in the female breast
that we believed him, and prepared
to take our way back to the semi
nary alone.
81 wish she had waited for u.s.
says ANNE, as soon as we fnd our
selves safe in our own room. Il tel
you, Bess, I don't quite like it,
But we like it still less when.
about niue o'clock that evening we
a,e sent for, to so down to Miss
Scrimpe,' room.
"It's something about Helen sure
as gun" whispers Annie.
Il am afraid so,' 1 answer feeb
Iy.
Before we get down stairs WE
find out that Helen is missing. Oui
timid knock at Miss Scrimper's s
door is answered by All old gentle
man in such state of excitement,
that lie looks as il he was going to
fly TO pieces.
"WelI, young women, what dc
you know about this aft .ir ?'he de
mands. as we advance timiGly into
the room.
Annie ard I look around. Miss
Scrimper is tanning herself violent
ly, and seems to be on the verge o.
Mysteries. The only other indivic
ual present is the porter at the sta
tiou, who deposes that two young
gentlemen and young lady left
town that afternoon on the train.
Young ladies'" screams Miss
Scr;mper, II hear that you and
Miss Ransom were seen in the tel
acre lot this afternoon with two
young gentleman. Tell me instant
~ who they we,e."
Poor Miss Scrimpei her false
front has become displaced, he
spectacles have fallen from thei,
proper position to the tip end o
her nose. and her virgin form |:
qnivreing with anguish.
Then, With fear and trembling
Annie and l tell our tale.
perhaps it is not too late t
catch ,hem," suggests Miss Sciim-
per. "Who was the young man il
the white cravat."
"Wbo, na'am?" roars the ole
gentleman-"who but my scourd.
rel of "a nephew"'
"Was be ir orders?' gasps :h
poor lady.
"Of course he was lie was or
dained last week. Pretty use h
makes Of his profession! I have n
doubt they were married befor
they LETT the station"
Then the walls of his wrath over
flow. He turns on Miss Scrlmper
"Didn't I tell you to watch he
! every minute, not to let her 60 ou
alone? You good-for- nothing old VIC
man! You wretched old hag! Con
found you"
Miss Scrimper faints, but not unit
she has given orders to have us col
& fined to our rooms on bread and ".
ter for week.
ssBess." said Annie to me that nigl
in bed, 81 could have borne it bette
if we had got the lemonade."-En
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, farmer forevermore be honored
. his calling, for they who labor
the earth are the chosen people
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