Cheyenne record., 1916-11-02
WORTHY OFREMEMBRANcE
BY ELSIE SEE

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"Talk about the quiet Of village
nuttered Larry Elliott. as he sleepily
arose on the second morning of his
vacation at Anglersville, 'but II there's
| quiet moment from the time the first
robin chirps at daybreak until the vii
lage band quits practicing at mid
night haven't been able to locate It,"
A few moments later Larry was out
for walk before breakfast. Ignoring
the narrow strip of concrete sidewalk,
b was swinging along in the middle
Of the street when he gave a low, in
drawn whistle, for coming toward him
from the dusty road which led down
by the railroad was slim girl In a
soft white waist and khaki skirt. The
tints Of her copper-colored hair blend
ed with the brown-centered yellow
daisies she carried, and Larry's de-
lighted admiration shone in his frank
brown eyes.
Just then the village quiet was
broken by the excited yells of small
boy whose three cows being driven to
pasture decided to bolt their keepers
care and dash back to the lot where
their lately weaned calves stood bawl
Ing. The girl turned her head and
took in one glance at them, but stood
motionless with fright. Larry bound
ed to the girls side. With one hand
he took hold of her arm and with the
other he waved his Panama hat Wild
ly back and forth in the faces of the
cows, whose numbering movements
came to sudden halt.
''Thank you for rescuing me-" Her
voice was a bit trembly. I've had
foolish terror of cows all my life,
though never before have I had any
real reason to fear them"
"Glad to be Of service" said Larry,
and hoping to proiong the conversa-
ton he ventured to add, "For fear the
ogres renew the attack at some other
point on your journey, won't you let
me go along to wave them away
againT
"Ogres are as nothing to the
tongues of village gossips, Sir Knight
Of the Panama." said the girl demure-
ly.
"Oh, bother the tongues and the
thousand other things in this burg
which won't keep quiet"
"But every moment we stand here
makes material for those tongues"
said the girl, taking backward step,
$50 must move on. Thank you,
again."
"For your sake I'll move on, too,
but If can find a way to meet you
according to the ethics Of the gos-
sips, have your perinission?" Larry's
eyes were pleading so earnestly that
the girl smiled and pulled long
stemmed daisy from the bunch she
carried.
Eyes, and here's mascot" tossing
him the flower. MAY it bring you
luck I"
"Would that I had been hidden tc
call upon her instead of upon the
pr;m spinster who was my grand
mothers boarding school chum." Lar
ry sighed at the thought, but stoic-
ally drew from his pocket the note Of
Introduction his grandmother had ad-
dressed to Miss Arabella p. Nor
timer.
He set out that afternoon expecting
to be received in a darkened drawing
room by an oppressively dignified spin
ster, and his expectations were fully
realized. Miss Mortimer was just as
he had pictured her. Suddenly the
middle-aged servant who had admit
ted Larry reappeared at the doorway
with frightened expression.
Begging your pardon, Miss Morti.
mer," began the woman, talking very
rapidly, "but Miss Penelope has fell
from the cherry tree and hurt her
ankle most awfulP"
As they hurried through the orchard
toward the cherry trees along its
farthest slope, Larry saw white-clad
woman seated on the ground holding
her left ankle with both hands. Larry
had thrill as he recognized the girl
Of his early morning adventure.
"Auntie, I'm sorry to cause you such
anxiety" said Penelope.
"But, Neppie, dear, are you badly
hurt?"
II think not, though it does hur.
when try to stand"
Miss Mortimer looked anxiously
from her niece to Larry, and remem.
terd that they had not been intro
/ duced.
"Mr. Elliott, pardon me for not pre-
senting you to my niece, Miss Bachel.
der; Penelope, Mr.. Elliott, the grand.
son Of dear friend of mine."
A little later, as he was supporting
Penelope on her slow journey toward
the house ard Miss Mortimer went on
In advance to prepare poultice for
the injured ankle, Larry took from