Evening journal., 1899-11-23
TO BE CALLED FofS


she had no thought just then for her
grandmother, or supper, or aught else
up at the farm.
AS she walked quickly away to ths
trysting-tree her thoughts were busy
back at that night, Just week ago,
when she had stood beneath those pur-
pie, dropping branches with Herbert
Maclean beside her, and he had whis-
pered intoxicating suggestions into her
little pink ear; but, best Of ALL he VOW
ed that he loved her He didn't ask
her to be his wife, but he asked her to
meet him again beneath the beech at
sundown, 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
distance she espied a speck coming
nearer Yes, it was hei But as the
'speck" advanced she saw that 1t con-
sisted Of two figures, not one only, as
she had hoped-two figures, both men.
Herbert was marching along swinging
his cane, cutting off the heads OF dan
delions as he came. The other was
shorter and broaderi he carried a stick,
but he did not swing 1t.
At last they came so near that she
could distinguish their faces clearly.
'Halloi The little wench isn't here
yeti Who'd although Of her giving
herself such airs?"
"Is this the chosen spot? 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, ! can't i'm
agine."
mot being here first?' A smile of
amusement played round the others
lips. rs that the way you do it
| ladies frst, even at the trysting-tree?"
Women are always so beastly un-
| punctual," said Herbert. They can't
fix a time and keep i'll SO l always
name a quarter of an hour earlier than
l mean to appear"
"Always?" There was a note of
scOrnful interrogation in the tone.
You don't suppose" Herbert laugh
ed foolishly-"you don't suppose that
this is a solitary instance? Ha hal"
Il suppose you've met her often be-
fore?"
Not this particular her my dear
boy. But girls are cheap One must
amuse ones self"
"Amuse ones self? Girls cheap?"
repeated the stranger, angrily. DO
you mean to say you're such a thor
ough-paced cad as to-"
Draw 1t mild. old chapl The girls
all right. We're both playing at the
same game"
You're sure OF that?" Maclean
stirred uneasily beneath the Others
flashing eyes. You're sure she holds
things as cheap as you do?"
We'll. Jovel old fellow. really /
never asked her. She is a pretty little
thing. It's duh in the country without
some fun. And l asked her to keep the
tryst--"
Never imagining that It would be
kept" Interrupted the other scornful-
ly.
20 yes. She's only a girl. l expect
ed her to have kept the tryst. To tell
you the truth, / expected she'd have
kept it till called for 1 expected she
have been here long ago"
well, I'm or You and 1 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 straight-laced and
old-maidishl" said Herbert. laughing
But the other had turned on his heel
and was striding across the soft green.
sward in . whirlwind OF disgust.
Girls are cheapl" How often the
words angered himl Was this girl
this pretty Penelope-really making
herself so cheap in her so-called low
er's eyes?
9 The stars were all out as Pen crep
' home in the Summer night. Her grand
= mother was mapping before the dyins
F; embers. So, slipping of her shoes thu
girl stole softly up the stairs to he
own little chamber.
so that's the way the cat jumps, Il
it2" Herbert Maclean stood facing hi
: friend some weeks later, a CLEAN o
amusement in his eyes. f'1he oil
grandmother is dead, and Pen is heir
ess to the family stockingl'"
'Heiress to a great deal, 1t seems,
responded Maurice Deane, slowly
"The old woman was much better OF
than people thought. Penelope ha
quite a fortune"
h. "And Penelope has smiled on you
I. eh2" sneered Herbert jaalously. "Yol
didn't go to see the old grandmothe
without knowing it was worth you
II while. o, you doctors are such pre-
Il cious humbugs!"
Maurice didn't vouchsafe any repl
d.. to the taunt He had gone to Dry
:, DfluBe luIte months ago as loCuA
:, tenens to the village doctor. His tim
4 had nearly expired, but he had mad
= many friends and the little flower
faced girl and her aged grandmothe
were among the closest. Maclean'
IS name had never been mentioned.
ie Maurice Deane wished her grand
h mother had left the girl a beggar, O
&c that she hadn't died just then. Their
sr was something he had lately longed {
say and the family stocking" SCENE
is TO form a barrier. He wasn't the kin
e of man to whom girls we're cheap,
= and Pen seemed to him the fafrest ths
N ever breathed.
Herbert Maclean walked homewaT
in a meditative frame Of mind.
's However, it wasn't too late to menl
e. so before he slept he penned and pos
A ed neat little note. Would Pen me,
le him at the old tryst the next night?
The next night he was in good tim
io at the appointed spot. AS he al
ts lproached he saw no one was there
only q white patch-an envelope-w.
pinned to the soft brown bark; viii
n on the messy ground at the foot OF ti