The Holly chieftain., 1900-08-10
CHAPTER IL.

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room had looked to her formerly. with
its dreary neutral-tinted paper, its
faded carpet, its shabby haircloth sofa
and chairs. Now 1t might almost have
been paradise. SO bright and 5oyous
were the eyes that looked round on It
Margaret sat down by the little
round table and covered her eyes with
her hand.
Il thank Thee. o God!" The whis-
soul. and Margaret Crawford believed
in God with all her soul. Thou has
been good-good to me. Thou has
given me the best Of all earthly gifts"
The door behind her opened abrupt
ly. and Margaret looked up with
start as her landlady. somewhat
vinegary spinster, entered.
you're in. Miss Crawford!
didn't know what to do about that
telegram; 1t came just after you left
at o'clock
"A telegram? l have not seen any
teleg ami exclaimed Margaret, a
thrill of fear passing quickly through
her. and dispelling the Joy and hope
that had been thrilling her whole be-
Ing. Where is 1t. Miss Tait?"
There 1t Is on the mantelpiece.
thought you couldn't fail to see It
there the instant you came in," re-
torted Miss TAFT, with some reproach
In her tone. The yellow envelope was
indeed In a prominent position; but
Margaret's eyes had been too full of
bright visions to notice It
She seized 1t and hastily tore 1t
open. 1t was brief: but each word
sank into Margarets head like drop
CT cold, heavy lead:
Your father very ILL., Come at
once. No time to be lost.-Adamson."
Margaret's first feeling was one OF
sharp. intolerable anguished regret for
the thoughts that had been occupying
her mind only few minutes ago, at
the very moment. perhaps, when her
father was struggling with his last
breath. her second, q feverish desire
to rush to him. or to what remained
OF him. at once. She raised her face,
and even Miss TAFT was struck by the
expression Of white. stricken anguish
upon 1t.
1T is my father: he is very i'll. j
must go at once said she, her lips
set together in a line OF pale resolu-
tion. Miss TAFT. can you help me!
Tell me when can get train to Boil
ton"
Il fear not until night now, Miss
Crawford" said the landlady. She
hurried away and came back to say
there was one at o'clock, not sooner.
1t was not yet 5.
Margaret rushed out to send tele-
gram. then came back to put a few
things away in a bag. The landlady
brought in her tea. and she tried to
swallow little. feeling that she must
keep up her strength at any cost.
How those slow hours Of intolerable
waiting passed Margaret never after
wards knew; nor how she got through
the dismal night journey, with the ter
rtble fears. regrets, and overwhelming
sense OF sorrow that were pressing 30
hard upon her. But.
BE the day short. or be the day long,
At last 1t ringeth to evensong."
And at last Margaret found herself.
in the middle Of the night, at her des-
tination. She took q cab and drove
straight to the house, situated in one
of the pleasantest parts OF the smoky
Lancashire town, in which her father
lived.
1t was small house, presided over
by a middle-aged housekeeper. James
Crawford was by NO means In the IN
fiuential position Miss Minnie Whyte
had assigned to him. He was merely
the teller In bank there, and his in
come was small.
AS soon as Margaret rang the bell
there was the sound Of hasty footsteps
within. and the round, comely face Of
Jane Adamson appeared in the door
way az the door opened.
"Oh, Miss Margaret, I'm glad to see
you!"
My father, how is hep" exclaimed
Margaret. Her voice sounded low and
hoarse; her throat was parched with
the long journey and her own feyerish
anxiety. sl
"Still living. thank God! and still
able to speak: but he's been calling
out for you ever since he took bad.
Miss Margaret. and I haven't known
what to do with him." answered the
good woman. Its like as II he'd 4
something preying ON his mind. Miss
Margaret.
What is wrong with him? Has ne
doctor said?"
He says It's his heart. It's quite
worn out, and won't do its work. he