The western sentinel. [volume] (Winston-Salem, N.C.) 1887-1926, 1898-09-01
TO BE CALLED FOR.

"Pen, Pen, are you theref Are you
there, Pen? Supper's readyH' old Mrs.
Milligan called shrilly, but in vain, for
Pene % had gone out to keep her tryst
beneath the copper beech.
AS she walked quickly away to the
trysting tree her thoughts were busy-back
at that night just week ago, when she
had stood beneath those purple, dropping
branches with Herbert Maclean beside her,
and he had whispered Intoxicating sugges
lions into her little pink ear; but, best of
all, he vowed that he loved her. He didn't
ask her to be his wife, but he had asked
her to meet him again beneath the beech
at shutdown, and-well, he loved her. The
rest was sure to come right.
She could see the path to the village
from where she stood, and soon in the dis
lance she espied speck coming nearer.
Yes, it was hei But as the ''speck'' ad-
vanced she saw that it consisted of two
figures, not one only, as she had hoped
two figures, both men. Herbert was
marching along, swinging his cane, cut
ting off heads of dandelions as he came.
The other was shorter and broader. He
carried a stick, but he did not swing it.
At last they came SO near that she could
distinguish their faces clearly.
"Helloi The little wench isn't here
yeti Who'd "a thought of her giving her
self such airsP'
SIS this the chosen spotp The altar of
Cupid?' asked another voice, a strangely
FULL melodious voice.
'This Is the place, sure enough, re-
sponded Herbert. What she means by
not being here first l can't imagine.
'sNot being here flrstf'' smile of
amusement played round the others lips.
sis that the way you do it-'ladies first
even at the trysting tree?''
Women are always so beastly unpunc-
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time and keep to it, SO I always name q
quarter of an hour earlier than I mean to
appear"
''Alwaysp' There was note of scorn-
full Interrogation in the tone.
You don't suppose" Herbert laughed
foolishly-''you don't suppose that this is
q solitary instance? Ha! haP'
Il suppose you've met her often be-
foreY'
mot this particular her. my dear boy
But girls are cheap. One must amuse
oneself
"Amuse oneself Girls cheapf" repeated
the stranger angrily. "Do you mean to
say you're such thorough paced cad as
to-
Draw it mild, old chap! The girls all
right. We're both playing at the same
| game
You're sure of thatr'' Maclean stirred
|
| You're sure she holds things as cheap as
| you dop'
| ''Well. .Jove! old fellow, really never
| asked her. She is a pretty little thing.
| It's dull in the country without some fun.
And 1 asked her to keep the tryst'
| Never imagining that it would be
kept, F" interrupted the other scornfully-
"Oh, yes. She's only girl. 1 expected
her to have kept the tryst. To tell you the
truth, expected she'd have kept 1t till
called for I expected she'd have been
| here long ago."
"Well, I'm off You and don't agree
| in our ideas about women and honor, you
| know. We never did
"And never shall, old chap, while you re
SO beastly straitlaced and old maidish, >
said Herbert, laughing.
| But the other had turned on his hee
and was striding across the soft green
sward in q whirlwind of disgust.
"Girls are cheapr How the words an
gered hiInl Was this girl-this prett,
Penelope-reallym making herself SO cheal
in her so called lovers eyesf
If Maurice Deane could have seen tn,
pretty village Penelope" just then. h,
would have needed no further answer.
The stars were all out as Pen crep
home in the summer night. Her grand
mother was mapping before the dying EN-
bers, so, slipping off her shoes, the CIR
stole softly up the stairs to her own littl
chamber.
$50 that's the way tho cat jumps, i
it?" Herbert Maclean stood facing hi
friend some weeks later, a CLEAN of amuse
ment in his eyes. 1.-THE old grandmothe
is dead, and Pen is heiress to the 'famil.
stocking"
'.Heiress to great deal, it seems, " re
sponded Maurice Deane slowly. 1.-The oil
woman was much better of. than peopl
thought. Penelope has quite a fortune. -
"And Penelope has smiled on you, ehY'
sneered Herbert jealousy. ''You didn'
go to see the old grandmother withou
knowing IL was worth your while. oh
| you doctors such precious humbugsP'
Maurice didn't vouchsafe any reply t
the taunt He had gone to Drybridge thre
months ago as locum tenens to the yilIag
doctor. His time had nearly expired, Blu
he had made many friends, and the littl
flower faced girl and her aged grandmoth
er were among the closest Maclean
name had never been mentioned
Maurice Deane wished her grandmothe
| had left the girl a beggar or that she ha
not died Just then. There was somethin
he had lately longed to say, and the fan
| lily "stockingful' seemed to form a ban
| rier. He wasn't the kind of man to whor
| girls were "oheap," and Pen seemed t
| him the fairest that ever breathed.
Herbert Maclean walked homeward in
| meditative frame of mind.
II However, 1t wasn't too late to mend, S
before he slept he penned and posted
neat little note Would Pen meet him 6
the old tryst the next night?
The next night he was in good time c
the appointed spot. AS he approached h
saw that no one was there, only q whit
patch, an envelope, was pinned to the sol
brown bark, while on the messy groun
at the foot of the ancient beech lay pa
Gel. The note was addressed to him
PENS own neat little writings
MIR. HERBERT MACLEAN.
To be kept till called for.
Hastily tearing open the note, he ma
tered the contents:
came that night. could not help hearir
| what you said. Take back your promise, tai
back all you have ever given me, and plea!
understand it Is ''to be kept till called for. :"
PEN.
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