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The Adventures I.
of a Coward')
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NI1W S5RIAL STORY. ti
Now all thole pleasant days were
^ended—•those delightful walks by the
river, those lazy summer days in the
boat, those afternoons in the Rectory
garden. Pen must set to work to
earn her living, probably with stuffy
children in some ugly town, and he
would scarcely ever be able to see
her. If he could only get that Gov-
ernment appointment he would marry
her to-mnrrew-. He must go and see
the man tt'nu had promised him his
interest, and beg hint to do his ut-
most.
Pen watched until she had seen the
last of Arthur's fine figure. There
was a heavy cloud creeping across the
setting sun; it was certainly going to
Arthur aro
vain, and she would ..( se.' t r
more that night. It was good of him
to come down to visit her. If they
could but have been married on that
:.even hundred a year of Arthur's! To
Pen it seemed a very large income,
but then, as she always assured her-
self, she did not understand what a.
Man wanted in the position that Ar-
thur held. He went out so much
and mixed with such very grand peo-
ple that poor Pen was quite humble
when she thought that such :r very
great man had condescended to love -
herself.
She walked .slowly across the gm: -
(len and picked up the newspaper
which had fallen again to the ground.
Arthur thought that this advertise-
ment would be the very thing r'ot her.
To go to South America! It seemed
a very- long way off, far from Arthur
and the old Rectory and the village
folk. She (11d not think that she
Could go so far. It might be years
before she could return. Yeas with-
out seeing Arthur! It could not be!
She read the advertisement again.
Arthur had said that it was the very
thing for her.
A large spot of rain fell upon the
paper. Pen crumpled it in her hand
and ran into the house. Any way,
there was no need to trouble herself.
Probably Mrs. or Miss Ferguson was
suited long ago, and tomorrow she
would get a telegram .which would
tell her this. Girl -like, she :Felt a
pang that, if that were so, she would
not have her day in London with
Arthur. But she felt also that it
was too soon after her father's
death,
Miss Jones was waiting supper for
her, Miss Jones was an elderly spin-
ster who had admired the widower,
Mr. Herringham, and had taken the
greatest interest in his daughter since
her childhood. She ha dconte to the
Bectory on Mr. Herringham's death
to be with Pen, and Pen Was grate-
fttl,
"Has not Mr, Dehtrey stayed?"
she asked in a disappointed voice,,
Arthur was a great favorite of hers,
as lie was with must elderly ladies. '
Hies charming manners and good looks I
always won their hearts.
"No, he had ordered dinner. ,. He
thinks this advertisement just the
thing for me, Miss Jones."
"But, my dear, I thought you were
to be married," said Miss Jones.I
"Mr. Daltrey has seven hundred a 1
.year, has he not?"
"Bat that is not enough to live
'upon," replied. Pon eagerly. "He
says that it would be begary in the
position be is in. He is really very
poor and dreadfully in debt."
'Dear, dear!' said Miss Jones,
She was angular, with thin light
hair tightly drawn back from her
:fotellead; and a Weak smiling month,
She had never boen known to have
an opinion of her own,
ft,
"We canrnt be married until he
gets his government appo.:ntln„rt,,,
"Well, dear, perhaps not! )let I
quite hoped that was what hr, had
come to settle, and there 1s that ;louse
t
the pool Mlerediths have lust ;et't It
would just do for you and the rod;
is only forty pounds 0 year, includ-
ing rates and taxes.”
"Arthur would never lite, ;n aha
country."
"Perhaps the country is dull for
a man," asquieseod JI)s., Jones.
"And Arthur is so clever. -Besides
he could not come here if he had a
Government appointment."
"0f course he could not!" sighed
1VSiss Jones. "I never thought of
that."
The souffle was not improved by
waiting so long, but Pon did not care
She had no appetite. It seemed to
her that life was a harder matter
than ever. She did not realize how
much she had expected from this visit
of Arthur's, nor that site had expect
cd that he would press for an im-
mediate marriage. But she assured
herself that he was quote right. She
saw that for him to marry on his
present income night rutin all his
prospects.
Ne had been careful to point this
Mixt to her. He would never allow
his wife to stay at home while; he
went out and enjoyed life, as did
some men, he told ]ler. Her heart
swelled with pride to think how noble
he was, while she bogged hint to
believe that slue would be quit; will-
ing to stay at home and mend Itis
stockings and sew on his butters
while he danced with cluchesate and
dined with peers. He had ,ai,rned
the very suggestion. Where he
went Pen should go, and ns there
was not enough money to take the
two Pen must go out as a governess,
and he would pursue his sad career
as a butterfly alone.
But Pen cried herself to sleep that
night. The. threatened rain was
pouring down in a deluge. Arthux
did not come again; she had not ex-
pected hint, Mess Jones had been very
momrnful, and sniffed over reminis-
cences of her father. The evening
had been dreary and sad.
Pen sobbed in her bed and ',tified
th esobs in the bedclothes, so that
Miss Jones night not hear through
the thin walls.
CHAPTER IT
The next day dawned bright and
sunny. Arthur was to leave L,er'shan
at an early hour to return to London,
He was to go direct to the hotel men-
tioned in the advertisement, anti
would wire from there :for: Pen if
she were to come. Pen was to be
ready by twelve o'clock in case of
the telegram arriving.
She was waiting at the gate long
before that hour, looking forward
now to a day in London with Arthur.
She almost hoped that he would find
the situation suitable for her, end
that Mrs. or Miss Ferguson had not
yet found a companion. Had one
been already found, there would be
no theatre and blissful afternoon in
town. She put on her best black
dress, made by the village dressmaker
and her best hat, which testried iter
only feather erect lilte a plume. She
had copied a fashion plate, but she
always looked dubiously at herself
in the glass whon the hat was donned.
It did not look quite right somehow.
It was some time after twelve, if
she •avert, to catch the twelve -twenty'
train the telegram must come quick.
lye There was some one coining up
the road, des, it Was a telegraph -
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"`. alter 1Irs. or Miser gall Ar-
•atte. laughing. "Ferguson is a man,
, mnnanlnn is- for his niece, Miss
't tanb, 11. 1I 7114 gi!•en 1)10 refere:n-
' • :utd Miss Campbell has with her
:1' the hotel her old schoolmistress.,
•..1.1•-1 I met at Lady Renders. The
ilembir girls watt to _,ghoul with her
eel Lady Ranier ie ver; part -limier.
L i; the very situation for you Pen!
r think you vill ret it."
"Smith Al u r .ca is :t lntttr way,"
•:,' i P:./1 in a low voice.•
•"'Iltees will pay your fare home if
'. ,t1 do not like it.' Miss Campbell
ut ully (tatty."
\ilhur looked at Pelds hat and
dregs.
1 do not like your bit," 1, • said.
"We at a shop, and 'o,
y e w 1]t stop I you real!
feet .mother."
"I hare eo money, or not enough,"
ttj richt; I will give it to yn't."
! said Pen. Her face w -as
.tcarjet, her pride up in arms. tint
eve!! from A.•thur could she take a
;neemt of a hat. "No; I can pay
:'111' rat men clothes,"
llut„ ,my dear child, that hat—"
"if they do not like my hat they
need net take me," said Pen.
A rim g!ancoa at. h(1 fleet• and
risi'l: held his tongue. He never
l;tarrelled; li abhorred scene;,
"filer,• i tithe hoed. They aro wait-
ing in on purpose to see you," ht said
•1i!y.
Pen whisked away a tear; she \vas
sorry that she had been cross with
dear Arthur.
The b
t u.,tle and grandeur 0f the
hotel awed her. She humbly followed
Arthur, who bad lomat tame between
sending the telegram to her and go-
ing to the station to meet her to pay
a visit to knit hairdresser and to
change his clothes. Pen felt like a
dowdy, stupid, awkward village girl
Ile she walked down the long corri-
dor after trim.
They were shown into a room where
,nun sat writing. He rose at their
entrance and came towards them.
e'en 5111" a man of middle height,
with an upright walk and square
shoulders. The face was chain
-Shaven, the skin dark. His hair
Nearly black, was cut very short, and
t curious streak of white ran through
it on the left side. His head was held
a little forward, and his eyes glanced
at his visitors from under thick black
brows. They were peculiar eyes, or
rather they had a peculiar effect, be-
ing a light gray, or appearing light
between his black he:guts and 1'.Ilick
brows. He wore a rough gray suit 1
and a dark tie. He had no watch-'
chain, ring, or even tiepin. Arthur,
on the contrary, wore pin and ring
and chain, all carefully chosen so as
not to seer, the very least showy.
"I have brought my cousin to see
you, Mt. Ferguson," said Arthur,
smiling. i
"Miss Herringham?" Pen shyly
returned his bow. "You know that
I want you to accompany my niece
e South America? She is returning
with me for a time until nrr'autge-
tnents can be made for her to live
with relatives on ]ler father's side.
My sister lives with me, My niece
Will probably be with us for a short
time, as she will not care for the
quiet life my sister and I lead. My
n;.Tt. wants a girl of about hue own
age to be with, her during her visit,"
They wore seated. Mr. Ferguson
was leaning forward in his chair,
stating in a cool methodical manner
what was required. Arthur held his
immaculate top Itat, and smiled, putt-
ing in remarks from time to time.
Pen sat very upright and shy before
Lila two mei. Her hands, in their
shiny black gloves, were tightly
clasped together in her lap, Arthur
wished that Pen had had her clothes)
made at a proper dress -maker's, Ile
could have given her the address of
one of two artitts in dress had she
consulted him when she ordered her
mourning, And that hat! Arthur
thought that it would be no wonder
if site lost this very good chance
through her country -made clothes.
"My home is in Chili, not far from
Cadera, if you know ,where that is,"
said Mr, Ferguson,
He smiled for the first time, and
the smile made hint look ten years
younger. Pen had thought him near -
]y fifty. She was not sure now that
he was more than. forty.
"My niece will see you," he said
after a few more questions and an -
WVA! W / A D
.swr'is, Then he left the room.
"South America is a long long
way," .said Pon wistfully.
"My dear child, nothing in these
days el' feet travel!" said Arthur.
Pon shivered. But pride would al.
low her to make no further effort to
e s ape; and Arthur roust know what
was best for her, He: loved her, and
it was as great a sorrow for him to
part from her as for her to part front
11111.
"Your hat is on one side," said
Arthur. "Do put it straight!"
While she was hastily rearranging;
it, there was a rustle of silk in the
room.
'This is my niece, Miss Campbell --
Mies Iierringham1 said Mr. Fer^ue-
on.
Pen met the gaze of a pair of pretty
light -blue eyes. They were cold and
bright, and went well with the pretty
pink -and -white face and well-dressed,
neat little figure.
"How -do you do?" said Miss Patty
Campbell, She gave the tiny of three
. frngerc to Pen, and turned at 011c0 to
Arthur with a laughing word and a
different tone of voice from that in
which she had spoken to Pen.
Mr, Ferguson had gone to the
writing desk, and was nicking up
some letters he. had wt'itt. ,_. He
turned to see len neglerct.td, seated
by herself, while his niece talked to
her cousin. He frown,dand were: to
Pen'' side.
"You would really like to conte
with us?" he asked km a kinder tone
of voice than that in which he hail
spoken before. "You are not being
forced into it by—by any Due'?"
Pen hesitated. Should sire eonfess
that she did not want to go to South
America?
"Of course you will be free- to re-
turn any time if you and my niece do
not agree, or if you dislike the life
out there. For that matter, 7 do not
expect that my niece will stay very
long."
"Uncle Patrick, Mr, Delarey and
Miss Herringham will stay to lunch
with us, if you ask them," said Miss
Campbell from across the room.
"We shall be very pleased if you
will stay," said Mr. Ferguson grave-
ly.
Pen looked at Arthur.
"Thames, it is very kind of you to
ask us! We have made no engage-
ment,- have we, Pen? We shall be
very pleased," said Arthur.
She had lost ]fere tete-a-tete lunch
with him. Perhaps the, afternoon
would go also. Pen swallowed a
lump in her throat.
Miss Campbell monopolised Arthur
and Pen was left to Mr. Ferguson for
the few moments before lunch was
announced, Pen was glad that he
trade little effort to talk. He sat
with head forward, his eyes upon the
ground. Once at some louder trill
of laughter from his niece he looked
up suddenly front under his dark
brows.
"Your salary will LG a nuedr'ed
a year, expenses paid," he said a-
bruptly, making Pen jump, She had
been watching the pair at the other
end of the room,
"That is a great deal!" she said.
He smiled for the second time, and
glanced sidelong at her,
At lunch they were joined by Miss
Evans -Smythe, a stiff lady of un-
certain years—Patty Campbell's- for-
mer school -mistress, She explained
to Pen that she was chaperoning
Patty while she was in London with
her uncle. And she looked at Pen
with a disapproving air when l'en ins
nocently remarked that she and her
cousin were going to a theatre to-
gether that afternoon.
"Uncle Patrick, Mr. Delaney says
that he will come with us to the
picture -gallery," said ratty Camp-
bell. Pen looked up, startled. "He
says than he has nothing to do this
afternoon."
Nothing to do 1 And the had prom -
!sod to take her to the theatre! Pen
knew that he had the tickets for the
theatre in his pocket at that very
momeht. He had shown them to
her when they came along in the
taxicab. t
"We 01'0 not going to a picture-
gallery," said Mr, Ferguson shortly."
Patty opened her eyes.
"You said you were this morningl"
"Then I have changed my mind. I
intend taking you and Miss Evans -
Smythe for a drive,"
Patty pouted, but she Was afraid
of her uncle, and dared say no mono,
in a low voice A.:,girl ; •ottletrliiI4' to
1+11''r. Arthur ;7n1i1e41 lois a.v
I! ,
They b ft after lUnoll Mr. I 1-
';ent said tied he would writ', le
tla.te lierrinattem tied lel her k:unv
h)a arrangemente. Patty Campbell
04 I.11l,itia alt;) laughing to Arthur
rp to the :moment of their (l p..rt-
,tr,•. Or 11'1• 1•al qr., romoifli"n
'-nor( 110 nutlet:. 1',+11 Was, Ion t•, i, 1
1r but roc a -t!tl' woad or two 1(11rt
vyan,,-Smytit, at intervals. al;. Ilr.
Fertattesu epoke ld.an; ho aopeered
art 1!0 1 the oornpAny and the con.
\e r:,atiu i, sunk inhis own -thoughts.
lt,, sou r•t Iril.,l if octet. twain. It
was when Patty was inviting :Arthur
to ride with her In the Park the fol-
lowing morning.
"1 do not know what our arrange
haste may be tomorrow, Patty, he
laid.
Arthur was r! ilek to take a 12104
Ho uncle 1 stood that her uncle dal not
wish Mies s Patty Campbell to make
appointments with him. He told Ptat
to make haste so that they ,night not
miss the first part of the pay. P:: n
was nothing loath. She was ready at 11
once to leave the hotel and to get
Arthur to herself. He had stetined
another Arthur as he ehatttted
laughed with Miss ratty Campbell
without a glance or word to Igen. 1
"My dear girl, why did pet look
so miserable during lunch?" he said
when they were driving' toward.: Ott
tboidre.
"You were talking so much -o tha •
girl," •,aid Pen, "cold you never look -1
ed at tre once, not once!"
"People in society do not he'nsve
like love. ick idiots," said Art'rlr ku I
]tie superior manner; "and, Pea, you!
must buy yourself 50010 decent cloth -1
01. That was a very pretty dress:
Miss Campbell had on, that gray endI
blue. Her hair was done awullyl
well in the latest style too, She must 1
have a gond maid."
Pen looked at Arthur. He spoke
with such genuine admiration.
"They must be well off. That
dress was one of Kate Riley':,
swear, and that brooch she wa t w, oar-
ing had good pearls in it. What sal-
ary did you ask for, Pen?" l
"Mr. Ferguson said that it would t
be a hundred pounds."
"A hundred! H'm! You might
have asked snore.
Pen was silent. She did net say
that she had not asked for anything,
but had allowed Mr. Ferguson to set-
tle what he chose to give,
"I wish you had another hat,' said
Arthur.
"Never hind my hat!" exclaimed
Pen. She slipped her fingers into
Arthur's. "You do care for tae,
Arthur? You will be sorry when I
go to South America? You seemed
so different today from what you are
at home."
"My dear child, I shall be con-
foundedly sorry!" He looked down
at the face beneath the ugly hat, and
'<i'1;IDNESDAY, 111''7•
:t
wet, of admiration and 51,.11 it
'eve e1trr' ever hila. He 11101 neve'
gnu any one to compare with Igen.
"1 do not know le w 1 shall let able
to let yutt fro."
"1 went :o little," whisper's' Pen.
f3 heel. eie e..Mad. If be lead jlad
ao de loge h1• really believed that It.
et.1 1 levee leheetlsh nl et, nes,
end n r i,•[1 011 11 i',1!1;,,11 -,con! I iit
11e•db! 1 Al+l,. t n wrrzo,tl•vn3ol t1•'ra
-
iwintee 1," he said.
But the cab wet.: at
the th titre., end Pan had het'er been
to a London th etre in her life. She
forget that site 'WM going to South
Anne -lea; she forgot that soon, the
would roll between her and
Arthur; the forgot her trembles as
:she followed the attendant through
tilt• vestibule ule and took her seat.
They were e late, and the play had
ttrr:ala begun. They had to push
their way between the backs 111 the
et./4 rued the knee's of politely-an-
laved
olitely-an-
a;e i petiole. An old lady next to
P:-11 grunted audibly that persons
Should not be late, Arthur took his
11rcr with the, ease of the habitual
theatre -goer; Pen felt ashamed that
the y should :110,' so Inu,'h annoyance.
But the play soon held all her
th"u lit.•. Sh waft engrossed in the
:,..ton ant) laughed and wept with
thein to the amu-(tnibnt of seine of
th..lr r»are•st neighbours. Tae• old
lady who had' grunted her an•,oytnce
having hal to..., trodden upon
glanced at Pim several tines, and
then the i!;.'hts 100rc turned up dur-
ing the interval stared rudely at the
girl's flushed face. She was an old
lady with glittering hard blade eyes
Um' an upright agreertive bearing.
From Pen .she leaked at Arthur De-
lerey.
"Is your name Penelope Herring -
hang?" she asked suddenly, making
Pea almeet jump in her seat. Her
thane:Ida ,toed 1,,,•n •vile the heroine
.,. ate illi. "Yes, , that is my name."
"I thought as much. I recogniz-
ed you at once. Do you remember
ate? I am your great-aunt, Mrs.
Peniston. I came to your father's
Rectory four ycars.ago. 1Iow is he?"
"He is dead," faltered Pen.
"Dead, is he? You oto not mean
to say that you are married to that
Arthur Delaney': I see you are with
hint."
Mrs. Peniston did not lower her
voice. Arthur heard and winced.
"No, I am not."
"Humph! I suppose there is no
one to look after you. Are you still
at the Rectory?"
"Yes, for a little while, Miss Jones
$ staying with me."
"Never heard of her! I wanted to
adopt you. four years .to, and your
father would not allow me. Will
you conte to tea with me this after-
noon?"
"I am with my cousin."
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Out of ,, usiness
,lust one of the news items which are appearing in papers
quite too often these days throughout the Dominion. And
what is the. reason? There is only one, and that is lack of
loyalty to ]tonne Institutions and the lure of the flashing
publicity of the large city establishments. Many citizens,
while earning their wages and salaries in one place, never-
theless send a large proportion of this money out of the
community for questionable bargains, thus depriving• such
community of that much necessary working capital.
sin 'ss Men
the Sir e
They have local firms who are able and ready to supply
them with all their requirements, yet for the most trivial
reason or excuse' they wiil consent to extend this patronage
to outside firms, thus helping to build up distant cities at
the expense of their home town. They seem to forget that
this money so sent out ,night otherwise have been largely
returned to thole by those with whom they should have left
this business. Therefore, when in need of printed natter of
any kind, whether fernmat, business man or professional man,
always extend first consideration to
The Post
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