The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1909-10-14

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strength left to push a bell, and It
was answered Immediately by her
maid.
"Mr. Reissinger is very i'll, Valerie;
have Peters see to his room at once,
and-and-get on your hat as quickly
as possible and go to the postomce.
A letter was mailed to Mr.. Randall
Hudson, 1435 West Elm street, by
by mistake. You will have to get It;
there will be papers to sign, and so
on; but don't come back without It.
Now hurry!
The maid permitted herself . mo.
mentary stare Of bewilderment: then
with the tact of well-trained ser.
want she bowed and disappeared.
Half an hour later they brought
Raymond Reissinger home in an un.
conscious condition.
Mrs. Reissinger met the doctor in
the corridor. and chung to his arm in
an agony Of entreaty. you think
there's no chance, none?" she cried,
through ashen lips. The blood had
settled like indigo about her great,
black eyes, and every muscle of her
face was twitching.
I'm afraid there's little hope, Mrs.
Reissinger. Reissinger has always been
subject to these attacks, and long
ago predicted what has happened. He
knew It himself, and his affairs have
been kept in shape for an emergency.
He would not distress you by men,
tioning-"
At this juncture Mrs. Reissinger
swoored. and had to be carried to her
room. 1t was hours before she re-
vived. Her first question was of her
husband. His condition was prac.
tically unchanged; he might linger
for days, or he might go at any mo.
ment, leaving her-free!
When she could gather strength to
raise herself en- her pillow Mrs. Refs
singer reached over to a table near
and secured pencil and sheet Of
paper. Her hand -hook so she could
scarcely write, but this is what she
finally managed to scrawl:
"T&ur insolence is beyond compre.
hens;on. My husband is good, kind
man. who has devoted his life to my
happiness, and today he is dying. You
have insulted lie beyond pardon, and
] hope that l shall never look upon
yonr cowardly face again.
Wien Valerie came in Mrs. Refs
singer called for an envelope, into
which she slipped the piece of paper
and addressed it to Randall Hudson
The sudden entrance If the physician
caused her to thrust it quickly under
the cover and close her eyes. When
he bent over to ;:s sen to the beating
of her heart she altered ami looked
up.
DR.. Burton heaved a sigh of relief.
You're all right" he said. Il vas be.
ginning to think perhaps we were 60.
ing to have siege of another sort
in this house. I've good news for you,
Madam"
Mrs. Reissinger looked up with d.
lating eyes. You mean?"
Exactly; your husband will get
we'll. Much to my surprise, he be.
came rational an hour age. He is
improving rapidly. and if we're care.
full We'll have him out of here in a
week."
She took a deep breath, and for a
long time lay with folded hands, white
as wax against the not less white
coverlet. Her lids had dropped, as
though in sleep. and the doctor stole
noiselessly from the room. AS soon
as he had gone Mrs. Reissinger
touched the bell at the head of her
bed. Valerie appeared instantly.
"That letter-did you get it from
the postoffice?"
Eyes ma'am. Here it is" The maid
reached into he. pocket and pro
duced the missiva.
The other woman opened it with
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hurriedly. A little smile fitted owe.
her wan face. and her lips parteG
tremulously. She felt under the shee.
and drew forth the last letter she
had written, and tore it into fine bits
Then she slipped the airst one int
~ e1I"-,ope that was a'r-aad d;.
fscted, and gaya :: :. Jack to Valerie.
TAKE it back to the postofice at
once" she said. Il was under the i'm
preston that had made a mistake
but I haven't"
When the maid had gone she left
her bed and crossed the room to the
telephone. She rang up Randall Hud-
sons number, and he answered him.
self.
Without calling any names she said:
"You will get my letter this after.
noon. 1t will be impossible for me
to keep the appointment. but come to
me tonight-here."
Then she hung up the receiver and
crept back to bed. She covered her
face with the sheet and sobbed hys.
terically.
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