The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1904-05-07
/ #444 XIX the Horrors
- . VI. sss == 81 War
I|J1c9 k>7 1~*$I$. ~*.> ,* 9>o<0 =4t<&#*&
0 ~0SA ~ BY H. 3. WELSH..... .5$4&
p, ~ { u. -
CHAPTER II.

*
dlady in Spottiswoode street, it ap-
Feared to her as il she were in a new
world, breathing a new air.. IN.
How dull and. .dingy that sitting
room had looked to her formerly, with
itS dreary neutral-t1nted paper, it's
1aded carpet, its shabby haircloth. sofa
aud chairs! Now it might almost have
been paradise, so bright and joyous
we're the eyes that looked round on it.
Margaret sat down by the little>
round table and covered her eyes with
her hand.
ri thank Thee. o God!" The whis-
per came from the very depth of her
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
~, and Margaret looked up with
start as her landlady, q somewhat
vtnegary spinster, entered.
You're in, Miss Crawford? l
didn't know what to do about that
telegram; it came just after you left
at O'clock
IA telegram? I have not seen any
telegram!" exclaimed Margaret,
thrill of fear passing quickly through
her, and dispelling the Joy and hope
that had been thrilling her whole be-
Ing. where is it, Miss Tait?"
There it is on the mantelpiece. I
OH 1rIt foil tn
there the instant you came in," re-
torted Miss TAFT, with some reproach
In her tone. The yellow envelope was
indeed in prominent position; but
Aargaret's eyes had been too full of
bright visions to notice it.
She seized it and hastily tore it
open. 1t was brief: but each word
sank into Margaret's head like drop
Of cold, heavy lead:
your father very i'll. Come at
once. No time to be lost.-Adamson."
Margaret's first feeling was one OF
sharp, intolerable angfished 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, a feverish desire
to rush to him, or to what remained
o: hiEa at once. She raised her face,
a; even Miss TAFT was struck by the
e. .fession OF white, stricken anguish
u h it.
1T l., m, father; he is very i'll. +
must go at ONE said she, ba' hips
set together in 1iae. ct pale reso|lu-
ton. miss TAFT, can you hel2 Me (?
1. Tell me when I can get a train TO q ot-
ton.''' IT
II fear not until night now, Miss
Crawford" said the landlady. She
hurried away and came back to say
there was one at 9 o'clock, not sooner
It was not yet S.
Margaret rushed out to send a tele-
gram, then came back to put a few
things away in 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
riblo fears, regrets, and overwhelming
sense Of sorrow that were pressing so
hard upon her. But,
BE the day short. or be the day long,
At last it ringeth to evensong."
And at last Margaret found herself,
In the middle of the night, at her des-
| tination. She took a cab and drove
straight to the house, situated in one
Of the pleasantest parts of the smoky
Lancashire town, in which her father
lived.
It was small house, presided over
| by a middle-aged housekeeper James
Crawford was by no means in the IN
duential position Miss Minnie Whyte
had assigned to him. He was merely
the teller in a 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 al the door opened.
"Oh, Miss Margaret, I'm glad to see
you'll"
my father, how is he?" exclaimed
| Margaret. Her voice sounded low and
| hoarse; her throat was parched with
| the long journey and her own feverish
| anxiety.
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 if he'd a
something preying on his mind, Miss
Margaret.
what is wrong with him? Has the
doctor said?"
HE says it's his heart. It's quite
worn out, and won't do its work., he
says. He had terrible attack today
when I sent the telegram, and we
thought he was gone; but he got over
that, and he has had one or two since.
He's getting weaker by degrees, the
| doctor says
1 - In So<