The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1895-07-11
JUDGED t1NHEARD.

One frosty night in October DR.. Dudley
Keith left his brougham ON returning from
a professional call and stepped into his
club at Piccadilly.
Two men leaned against the writing Ia
Bile b. which he hurriedly sat down. The
younger-an embro NJ. D.-owing much
of what success he had attained to DIR.
Keith was laughing with his companion,
who Just then exC'aimcd
lyon re an awful scoundre1, Joycep
"Oh, come Mountfort That's g big
word It's only joke, you know. l have
not the least idea who she may be. !"
'.Show it to Keith" and before Joyce
could demonstrate, Mountfort, handing u
photograph across the table, said:
Look at that Keith. Perhaps you
know the originate Joyce got it today in
| answer to a matrimonial humbug. l. tell
him he is awful cad. !"
In silence Dudley Keith devoured every
| lincament of the grave, sw Get face of the
| girl he had met and loved two months pre-
| yious, he the guest of Colonel Norton and
| She the orphan companion of the colonel's
nearest neighbor, Mrs. Anncsley
The girl from whom he had parted one
| month since under the mutual understand
ing that he would claim an answer to that.
! us yet, informally spoken question, when
| he returned, as he meant to do now i'll a
| few days time.
Rising to his feet he confronted the two
wondering men:
'You arc right . he said, between his
| teeth. tsNone but n cad would play such y
| low dishonorable game Sit down, " no
/ continued to young Joyce, pointing to tho
/ writing materials. Enclose and return this
| at once"
| And awed by that tone of authority, the
| shame stricken Joyce did his bidding.
| And Dudley Keith drove home to his
| h.I y ri off
and wounded love. He had thought her SO
pure, SO womanly! But she was like all
| the rest, ready to sell Observation-Disclosures in
| joke earnest it mattered nothing.
i Half an hour later he flung open his
| desk and wrote letter to Colonel Norton,
excusing himself from accepting his prof
/ fered hospitality for the next week.
|
| 1t is Mrs. Arnold's sat home five years
/ later Her gardens are gay with the bril-
| liant colOrs of nature and of fashion. She
| herself, the gayest of all, rests a moment
from her duties as hostess with her init
mate friend, Harry Joyce, now qualified
| NJ. ID.
II am surprised to see Keith here" he
was saying. He is such recluse and a
veritable misogynist as WE'LL
/ ''Rcallyl Nevertheless once knew him
| to pay very marked attention to the COM
i panion of an aunt of mine, but he failed
| unaccountably to put in an appearance
when expected
You don't say so. should never have
| suspected Keith guilty of u filtration. I
| rccollect some years ago he gave me the
| greatest taking down ever had in my
| life in connection with an unknown lady"
| And Harry Joyce related the episode OF
| the photograph.
.'What was it like?' Mrs. Arnold gasped
as she palcd with fear before sudden
| thought.
"Oh, an awfully nice looking girl, in
| white holding violin. Why? What's the
| natter"
ooh, what shall do?'' family articu-
| lated Mrs Arnold. "It was 1 sent it. !
| never thought of harm. -
| And hastily she told how, to enliven the
| dizziness of n country visit, she had taken
| from her aunt's album tho photograph of
her companion and posted it in reply to
an advertisement.
Just in fun, you know. only wanted
to see what answer 1 would get, but none
came. The photograph was returned at
once without even one line as, of course,
| you know. Oh, what can dot?
Its awfully AWKWARD muttered
Harry Joyce but of course you must give
a square account of the thing; there's no
| doubt of that
You mcan-tell DR.. Keith? Obi
| Must I?''
That's it, I'm afraid You see, it looks
rs IL it had worked mischief. OF course
Keith concluded the girl had sent it her
self, and tho fellows awfully changed
| since"
In quiet glade, apart from her other
guests, Mrs. Arnold made her confession,
nervcd To the task by the keen sting Of
| genuine remorse.
At last lie broke the silence.
''Bes kind as to give me Miss Warrens
address-you mentioned that you knew
it,
j. sDr. Smiths private hospital Harley
street. She is lady superintendent there
She left my aunt, Mrs. Annesley, four
| years ago" faltered Mrs. Arnold
In the lady superintendent private
room at the hospital, one hand resting on
the table with unconscious force, DIR. Dud-
ley Keith stands. He has desired the page
to announce him only as "a gentleman
wishing to see Miss Warren
With tremendous effort he held himself
perfectly still as she quickly entered and
lifted her dark eyes inquiringly to his.
A breathless silence. One low cry then,
grasping the back of chair, she stood as
rigidly upright as he. He drew back
step and extended his arms. 81 will not
ask you," in low husky tones he said, $50
much as to touch my hand in formal greet
ing until have spoken. 1t will be for you
then to pronounce my doom. but speak
will, and answer me you must.
And in short, deliberate sentences,
which could not disguise the passionate
eloquence, he told his story. Then he
waited.
Only for one brief moment. Then, with
trembling steps, but the radiant light of a
great gladness on her beautiful face, she
crossed the room and fell with a shudder-
ing sob on his breast, felt his strong arms
close around her with the quick rapture
of possession, heard his voice in broken
accents whisper in her ear:
MY darling, at lastr'-Forgct-M e-Not.
An Aristocracy of Brains Plus Cash.
| An aristocracy of brains-that is to say