The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1897-11-05

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| "Ian n1n1 tn see ann Git 1narn f"
quite four hours journey. If only
knew Mr.. Heartwell's private residence,
I would go to him now
"Ye'll just need to have faith, my
dear young Teddy. There is power
that can guide us through tho wilder
ness of our own weak devices, and the
Sabbath is difficult day.
"There is no Sabbath for trouble and
fear such as mine" cried Ruth. did
Khodja say where he was to DO found?'
"No. He was in hurry, and just
clean forgot to ask him."
That night Ruth, who was worn out
with anxiety and emotion, fell asleep
soon, but she had only brief respite
from trouble.
She awoke considerably before dawn,
and then further sleep was impossible
How long she watched for the first
glimpse Of light she could not tell, and
when the faint gray light of morning
was revealing tho forms of tree and
bush she heard familiar sound, which
reused her to intense attention.
1t was the click of the latch that fas-
tened the entrance gate, repeated moro
loudly after the interval of second, as
if the gate had been hastily thrust open
and let to swing back unchecked
Ruth rose hastily and opened her
window as tall figure came round the
bend in the approach. The figure was
also familiar. Even in the dim light
she recognized the postmaster.
"MacDougal" she called. He stop
ped. "Eh, Miss Ruth, I have grand
news for you. Come down and open the
door to me"
II will. I will come quickly" She
hastily threw on a dressing gown and
lit her candle. Going rapidly down
stairs, she unfastened the front door
and admitted MacDougal, observing
even in her excitement that he had an
odd, unsteady look as if not quite So
Der, but she knew he was total alb
stainer. He had probe bly, hurried too
much, for he was bre thless.
Here, Miss Ruth it's all right.
They have sent for cried Mac
Dougal, and he thrust a telegram into
her hand.
"For mel" she cried, tearing it open
and reading:
To Miss Hastings the Grange, Brocknell Park,
Surrey
Come to your brother, James Hastings, at
once. ELEANOR SMITHsoN.
IA Park Crescent, Newcross.
ooh, thank Godr' she exclaimed,
catching at MacDougal s arm to support
herself. But he must DO very ill, or
she would not send for me. How shall
I 60? How did you get this at such an
hour?'
"It's very extraordinary. They must
have some one in power to help them,"
returned MacDougal, drawing his hand
across his brow. Its only few min.
utes since l had it. Tho Jingle of the
bell reused me. sleep next the office.
I turned ont in jiffy, for l thought it
was something out of the way pressing,
and then came the message. I've run
here every step, and now I'll sit down
and rest bit while You get ready"
He sank Oh an Oaken settee which
stood near the door. Ruth, trembling
with hope and fear, in dread of her i'm
pending interview with the formidable
nurse and determined to brave all and
everything for Walls sake, hurried to
the buffers room, from whence came
audible SHORES.
"BrettP' called Ruth, knocking on
the door with stick she had caught up
from the umbrella stand, "Brettl"
"Eh? WHAT" cried sleepy voice at
last. is the house on fire?'
sect up, Brett, and dress. Dress to
come into town with me. will toll
you everything after
ooh, Lord, is it you, miss? I'll be
ready in five minutes. "
In short time tho whole household
was afOOt, the groom rousSd, the ponies
got ready and hasty breakfast prepared.
The earliest train they could catch
was one which halted at Nuttield, some
i've miles off, and this Ruth decided to |
latch. Meantime MacDougal, who, it !
appeared, had dozed Oh the settee, SEEM
ID much refreshed by cup of tea, and |
having exhortcd Miss Hastings to he |
,urc and put the telegram in her pocket |
le departed homeward after an emphat-
G God bless you, God send you sue
'ess,' addressed to Ruth.
The strain of such journey can we'll |
,e imagined-the gnawing anxiety, the
Tread of arriving too late the seeming
lowness of the swiftest express. From
Waterloo she had the presence of mind
0 telegraph to Carew's solicitor. by |
he time they reached Ncwcross Ruth
ould scarcely stand. Brett, however,
Don found a cab for his young mistress,
nd Il few more minutes brought them
o the door of James Hastings Temporal
y abode.
The moment the cab stopped the door
vas opened by respectable looking
nan, not servant, not q gentleman, a
uiet heavy person with watchful eyes.
10 looked greatly surprised when Ruth,
loosely followed by Brett, assembled the
teps and paused because he blocked the
aay.
Mrs.. Smithson amt COME back
ct. ;"