The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1912-05-02

no CSIolS Cames MS HE was Qe
paired OF. The little nurse boldly tool
1t upon herself to send a line to MAJ
gerry Seasons. She had gotten he
name from the sick mans rawlings
she found her address in the tele
phone book. But alas! Margery wa
thousand miles from New York. Sh,
was down south, in Georgia, nursin,
her mother back to health-and try
ing to patch up her own broken hear
with her art.
1t was month later that, return
Ing to her northern home, Mar
gerry found the letter addressed in
strange woman's handwriting. The
had carelessly neglected to forwar,
1t, and as Margery's stupefied sense
at last took in the full realization 6
the words, she gave a little husky or
and-swooned. They brought her t
in little while. and she again too
up the letter and slowly re-read tn
contents:
Dear Miss Sessoms-If you ca.
please come to the hospital rigI
away. l am writing you on my ow
responsibility. Poor young DR.. o,
den is dying, and he talks about yc
all the time-some trouble betwee
yOu-and 1 know you'd come II yc
could hear him.
"Ask for Miss Trueheart whe.
you get to the hospital. Hastily.
LYDIA T."
But Dwight Ogden did not d.
after all. He came slowly back
health and strengthened sha
tered life. He had been SO near r.
lief from it eli. and relief had nc
come. The same bleak futurI
stretched before him only, If poss
BILE, it was bleaker The little nurs
had told him Of her letter to MAJ
gerry - and riargery's failure to re
spond. What was there left for hin
to live for? Not even hope!
Margery's trembling hand sough
her throat! she felt as if she wer,
going to stifle. Her heart plunged
downward thousand leagues
Dwight dead-and she had not beef
able to go to him. He had died be
lieving her cruel and unforgivin,
and relentless! When she could pull
herself together she arose AM
dragged her aching limbs to thu
telephone. She called up the hos
pital and asked for Miss Trueheart
Miss Trueheart was ION duty" ant
she falteringly inquired of the cir
at the phone when Dr. Ogden hat
died.
"Oh," she gasped, "not-not dead
Getting well-ah! Thank you 81
much; l was misinformed. Goodby
Margery never knew how she got ou
the words-or how she got hack tt
her room. The first thing of which
she was conscious was of sitting be
fore her desk, pen in hand.
Dear Dwight.
"I have just returned from Macon
Ca, after a six weeks visit. On m,
arrival at the house / found a letts1
from the girl who nursed you, Mis-:
Trueheart, telling me of your serious
Illness. 1t was written the day yor
were expected to die and she asked
me to come. You understand now
why did not.
Dear, can you ever forgive me-
have been narrow, prejudiced, mean
But I have suffered. You don't know
The price I've paid. Dwight-all these
wretched> weeks and today when
thought I had lost you.
There's nothing I can write, moth
ing l can say, to excuse myself. Ant
I'm not going to try. After the way
acted and talked that last night. O.
course you could never ask me tt
marry you again. But-but it is Leaf
year. dear, and am going to ask you
My people are getting ready to sail TO
Paris in ten Gays. 1 can be ready
for the other-in a week. As in thu
DID days.
"Margery."
"P. S.-After all. we are only sec