Daily press. [volume] (Newport News, Va.) 1896-current, 1898-08-07
TO BE CALLED FOR.

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Milligan called shrilly, but in vain, Tor
Penelope had gone out to keep her tryst
beneath the copper beech.
AS she walked quickly away to the
tlySting tree her thoughts were busy-baok
ut that night just Il week ago, when she
had stood beneath those purple, dropping
branches with Herbert Maclean beside her.
| and he hat, whispered Intoxicating sueges-
tons 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 tho beech
ut shutdown, :.nd-well, he loved her. The
rest WAS sure to como right
! She could see tho path to the village
from where she stood, and soon in the dis
lance she cspicd Il spcck coming nearer
es, 1t Was he! But as tho ''spcck'' ad-
vanced she saw that it O. ,,sisted Of two
| figures not one only, as &c had hoped
! two figures, both men. Herbert was
! marching along. swinging his cane, out
! ting oil heads Of dandclions us he came
I! The other was shorter and broader He
carried u stick, but he did not swing it.
| y last they came 50 near that she could
distinguish their facos clearly.
'Hcllo! The little wench isn't hero
| yet! Who'd ~ thought of her giving her
| self such ;,rS:''
| Is this the chosen spot? The altar OF
| Cupid asked another voice, u strangely
full, nelodous voice
This is the place, sure enough, 5" re-
| srondcd Herbert. What she means by
not being here first cant imagine
Not being here first?' A smile of
amusement played round the others lips
rs that the way you do it--'ladics first
even at the tiysting trcc:"
Women are always so bcastiy unpunc-
/ tual, y said Herbert '.Thry t,p't Gv n
| time and keep to it, SO l always name
quarter Of an hour earlier than mean to
appear
"-Nlways?" There was a note of scorn-
full Interrogation in the tone.
You don't suppose" Herbert laughed
oolishly-'Sou don't suppose that this is
u solitary instance? Hn! ll;lv'
suppose you've met her often be-
force"
Not this particular her, my dear boy.
But girls are cheap. One must umuse
oneself -
"Amuse oneself: Girls cheap.'' repeated
the stranger angriy. do You mean to
say you're such thorough paced cud as
: Draw it mild, old chap! The girls all
right, We're both playing at the same
game
''You'ro sure of thnt." AI,clean stirred
tiiChSiiS itIlcllN tilc otlcf $ 1ltSnlI.g ewes,
YOU'RE sure she holds things rs cheap as
you do:'
We'll, love! old fellow, really l never
asked her. She is pretty little thing.
It's dull in tie country without some fun.
And asked her to keep tho trySt''-
Never Imagining that ii would be
Kept, " interrupted the other scornfully.
oh yes. She's only Il girl. l expected
her to have kept the trysu. To tell you the
truth, expected she'd have kept it till
called for. l expected she'd have lee,
here long ago
We'll, I'm off. You and don't agree
know. We never did,
And never shall, old chap, while you rs
so bcastlv straitaced ana old m;.iuisil, :
said Herbert, laughing.
But the other had turned on his heel
and WAS striking across the soft green
sward in q ~hirlwind of disgust.
Girls are cheap" How the words an
! gered him. Was this sirl--this pretty
Penclope-roally making herself SO chral,
in her SO called lover eyes.
II Maurice Dcane could have seen the
pretty village Penelope" just then, he
would have needed no further answer
The stars were all out as Pen crcpt
homo in the Summer night. Her grand
mother was mapping before the dying en-.
bcrs So slipping off her shoes, the girl
stole softly UP the stairs to her own liy,l.
chamber.
So that's the way tho cat jumps is
it?' Herbert Mnclean stood facing his
friend some weeks later, Il CLEAN Of nnills..-
ment i'll his eyes. The cid grandmother
is dead and Pen is hcircss to HE .f,lmilv
stocking'''
. Heircss to a great deal, it seems, . re-
sponded Maurice Deanc slowly. ..rho old
! woman was much better of than peoplu
thought. Penelope has quite a fortune -
And Penelope has smiled on YOU ch.'
Sncclc'l Herbert jealousy. ''Tou didn't
&" to see the old grandmother without
! knowing it was worth your while Oh,
you doctors nre such precious hunbugsH'
Maurice didn't vouchsafo any reply to
tho taunt. He had gone to Drybridge three
months ago as locu,n tenens to the village
doctor. His time had nearly expired, but
| he had made many friends, and the little
! flower faced girl and her aged granGmoth-
| er We're among the closest. Alaclcan 5
name had never been mentioned
! Maurice Deane wished her grandmother
| had left the girl /. bcggar or that she had
not died just then. There was something
he had lately longed to say, and the fam
lily 9 stock ingful'' seemed to form {. bar
rier He wasn't the kind Of man to whom
/ girls were cheap, and Pen seemed to
him the furcst that ever brentheti
Herbert MAGICIAN walked honleward in u
incditative frame of mind.
However, it wasn't too late to mend, SO
before he slept he pcnncd and posted a
neat little note. Would Pen meet him ut
the old tryst the next night?
The next night he was in good time at
the appointed spot AS he approached lie
saw that no one was there, only white
pntch an envelope, was pinned to the soft
brown bark, while on the messy ground
at the foot Of the ancient beech lay par
eel The note was addressed to him In
PENS own neat little writing:
MIR. HERBERT MAGELLAN
To be kept till called for.
Hastily tearing open the note, no mas
tered the contents:
came that night. I could not help hearing
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