Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1891-07-23

sudden SCdrC, ana, 6lCClnS up on
the bed, began to rub her eyes and
wonder where she was. Somebody
was knocking at the door.
"Yes," exclaimed Mary, jumping
up, what is it?" "Open the door"
exclaimed the cooks voice; "sure it's
missus as is took bad, and ye're to
go for the doctor at once. Master
won't lave the misthress; she won't
let him."
Mary was Immediately dressed, and
was down stairs, and had her bonnet
and shawl on in minute. She
thought master might have gone at
such an hour of the night, but she
thought it would be wicked to say so,
so off she sped to the DOCTORS.
The doctors house was in dark
ness. She felt very nervous about
ringing him up, but she supposed
doctors didn't mind; SO she gave a
gentle pull at the bell, which, to her
horror, changed through the house.
A window opened above and a head
appeared, and the voice belonging
to the head asked what was the mat
ter.
"Please, sir, will YOU come to mis-
sus; she's took bdd.'
"And who is your missus?'
"Mrs. Perkins, sir.
"All right; J'll be there directly"
Bang went the window down, and
Mary, delighted to think she hadn't
made any mistake, or been abused
for knocking gentleman up in the
middle Of the night, came down off
the doorsteps and made the best of
her way towards home.
When she got there she put her
hand in her pocket for the key which
she had brought with her, and to her
horror failed to find it.
She turned everything out of her
pocket again and again. She grew
hot and cold.
The key was gone!
She must have dropped it some
where in the road. What should she
do? Knock at the door and explain
that she had lost the key? No; she
daren't do that. 1t would upset the
missus if she heard Oft. Missus was
awfully nervous OF burglars, and at
such a time as the present she mustn't
be upset.
So poor Mary, feeling more wicked
than she had ever felt in her life, went
back the way she had come, peering
along the pavement, looking into
the road, searching every where tor
the lost latchkey.
On the way she met the doctor.
He was walking rapidly. Mary slip
ped aside, SO that he should not no.
tice her. He would get to the house
first. They would wonder where she
was. They would be sure to want
her for something.
She walked on rapidly, stopping to
look at everything that CLEANED or
glistened in the moonlight. She
picked up a hairpin, an old nail, and
a pair of rusty scissors, but the latch
key was nowhere to be SEEN
She reached the DOCTORS house and
then her heart gave q sudden bound
for joy.
Therel lying on the side of the step,
was the latchkey.
She remembered pulling her hand
kerchief out while she was waiting
for the bell to be answered. She
must have dropped the key then.
She seized it eagerly, she felt in
clined to kiss it and cry over it, but
she mastered her emotion, and
clutching it firmly in her hand, was
preparing to take to her heels and
run as hard as she could, when the
doctors front door opened and
ghost came out.
Yes, ghoet.
Mary was too Mortified to faint
too paralyzed to shrek.
A long, tall figure dressed in white,
came gliding out of the door and
passed quite close to her.
Mary shrank back against the wall
and held her breath. But as the fig
ure passed her she saw that the
ghost had a human face-a beautiful
face-the face Of a young woman.
1t g)ided across the road, and went
slowly towards the parade.
Then Mary suddenly recognized the
fact that it was not ghost.
It was a young woman dressed in
white.
But what on earth could a young
lady be going on to the parade for
at 2 O'Clock in the morning?
The fgurercached the parade, then
stepped on to the beach, and went
slowly down to the sea.
What was the strange young lady
going to do? Mary's heart stood
still.
The young woman had reached the
edge of the waves they were rolling
up and wetting her feet.
Great heavens, the young woman
was walking on-walking into the
sea. She would be drowned.
Mary could never think how the
sudden courage came, or what put it
into her head to do what she did, in
stead of shrieking.
But a sudden strength seemed to
take possession of her limbs-a ner-
YOU energy surged up in her brain.
With a little cry she ran forward