The Wahpeton times., 1904-03-11
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CHAPTER ll!.

the sins and crimes of his past life
were to be forever hidden. And Mar
garet heard the stern command which
al! mourners have tn hear sooner or
lateT--"rurn thee and Try to work.
Word had come to her on the second
day after her fathers death that she
had passed her final" with honors.
She was free to enter on her lfcwork
that life which she felt must now he
devoted to- one end. that of making
restitution. so far as she was able. to
John Clcland's son.
1t was i, work which could only end
with her life-shc was sure oi that.
However, successful she might he. it,
seemed extremely improbable that She
should ever be able to pay back any
thing like the sum OF money which heT
father had stolen from Paul Cleland':
dead father.
She did not think il necessary to
publish her fathers crime and dis
grace by eonfessing to Paul Cleland
what he had done. ID seemed that
Cleland himself was against of the
sin that he had virariously borne, and
therefore it would be cruel to him,
as we'll as the dead, To expose the
wrong
But she felt that never again should
she dare to look on Cleland's face.
She. who for one brief moment had
been inside paradise. and had seen
ghe beauty and JOY of IT, had been
thrust forth and could not hope To
return again. because the angel with
the flaming sword on which was writ
Ten in letters of tire Thou shalt not
barred the way.
She could not go back to Edinburgh.
She. felt that her only safety lay in
putting distance between herself and
Paul Cleland II seemed as If ii was in
answer to her prayers that at that
very time. before sh" even wound up
her fathers affairs an offer should
come to her from the professor whom
she was relying upon to help her OF an
assistantship in Il small private hos
pital In q northern town. In "a few
weeks Margaret found herself STA
toned there under che newly bestowed
title Of Margaret Crawford, NJ. B..
G. NJ"
She wrote paul Cleland brief. cold
little note. which wrung her heart to
write merely stating that she had re-
ceived an appointment in Il country
,own-she did not say where--end
would not likely be back in Edin-
hurgh, thanking him for his past kind
ness and help. and adding that, since
her fathers death, she had made up
her mind to devote herself entirely to
her career as a lifework.
No answer was possible for she gave
no address: and none came.
She was busy at ST I'illan's, and
aae time passed quickly. When au-
tumn came she had fortnight of holi
days; and. while she was hesitating as
TO where Ia spend them. little
scented note came from an old school
friend, whom she had occasionally
corresponded with since school days
n have heard where you are from
Mrs. Douglas OF the Bughts, st. Fill
ian's, who is an old friend of the mas
ter's II yoa have holidays. won't you
come and spend them with ns--payt
Of them, at least? We arc staying
near Pen-y Cant, and 1t s a mag
niflcent place for holidays. DO come!
wish to see a real. live lady doctor.
Yours ever. FLO WINTER"
She was little butterfly Of c.a,,
ture, surrounded by luxury and all
that she could desire; hut Margaret
felt somehow inclined tn GO She was
strangely lonely and frisndIess in st.
Fillan's. and ionged for a little hui
man companionship. And she could
not think it was necessary that she
should quite cut herself off from that
because of that terrible phantom Of
The past that m,rst walk beside her for
ever.
So she vent to tireystoke. Florence
Wynter herself drove TO the station to
meet her. looking very fresh and
charming in her dainty fawn-colored
driving coat, and nat with dropping
feathers. She was a pretty little
creature, goldenha!rad and bluceyetl.
''I'm so glad To sec YOU" she said.
embracing Margaret with ctYuson.
and You don't look a hit like :. lady
doctor I declare! You don't wear
spcctacles! And that style of wear
ing your hair is certainly very becom-
ing to you"reflectively though !
don't think it would suit me. You've
a kind OF grotesque appearance. YOU
know. Margaret"
She chattered ga;ly as she held the
ribbons and her greSs pranced alons.
the high road. through q fine country
of woodland and void. with the peak
of Pen-y-Grant forever facing them.
.You know did want you so much
to come! There are only few peo-
ple staying with us jus, now--twn
married couples. and two men who are
unmarried One Of them is rather a
3,arc Flo yiJl attach himself 10 me-