The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1912-05-07


paired Of The little nurse boldly took
it upon herself to send line to Mar.
gerry Seasons. She had gotten her
name from the sick mans rawlings;
she found her address in the tele-
phone book. But alas! Margery was
thousand miles from New York. She
was down south. in Georgia, nursing
her mother back to health-and try
ing to patch up her own broken heart
with her art.
1t was a month later that, return
!: ing TO her northern home. Mar
gerry found the letter addressed In q
strange woman's handwriting. They
had carelessly neglected to forward
1t. and as Margery's stupefied senses
at last took in the full realization Of
the words, she gave little husky cry
and-swooned. They brought her to
in a little while. and she again took
up the letter and slowly re-read the
contents:
Dear Miss Sessoms-If you can.
please come to the hospital right
away. am writing you on my own
responsibility. Poor young DIR. o.
den is dying, and he talks about you
all the time-some trouble between
you-and l know you'd come II you
could hear him.
ASK for Miss Trueheart when
you get to the hospital. Hastily.
LYDIA T."
But Dwight Ogden did not die
after all. He came slowly back to
health and strengthened shat
tered life. He had been so near re-
lief from It all, and relief had not
come. The same bleak future
stretched before him only, II posi-.
BILE, 1t was bleaker The little nurse
had told him Of her letter to Mar
gerry - and Margery's failure to re.
spond What was there left for him
to live for? Not even hope!
Margery's trembling hand sought
her throat! she felt as II she were
going to stife. Her heart plunged
downward a thousand leagues.
Dwight dead-and she had not Oeen
able to 60 to him. He had died be-
lieving her cruel and unforgiving
and relentless! When she could pull
herself together she arose and
dragged her aching limbs to the
telephone. She called up the hos.
pital and asked for Miss Trueheart.
Miss Trueheart was ION duty" and
she faltcringly inquired o: the girl
at the phone when DR.. Ogden had
died.
"Oh." she gasped, "not-not dead
Getting well-ah! Thank you 80
much: / was misinformed. Goodby.'
Margery never knew how she got Out
the words-or how she got back tc
her room. The first thing OF which
she was conscious was Of sitting be
fore her desk. pen in hand.
Dear Dwight.
| Il have Just returned from Macon
Ga, after six weeks visit. On m!
| arrival at the house ! found a lettel
i from the girl who nursed you. Mis-
\ Trueheart, telling me Of your seriou'
illness. It was written the day yo'
d we're expected to die and she aske'
I mo to come. You understand nov
why did not.
| Dear. can you ever forgive me
have been narrow. prejudiced. mean
| But l have suffered. You don't know
the price I've paid. Dwight-all thes
wretched weeks and today when
| thought I had lost YOU
There's nothing ! can write. notf
| ing l can say. to excuse myself. An
| I'm not going to try. After the way
acted and talked that last night,
course you could never ask me
marry you again. But-but 1t 10 lea
.. year. dear, and am going to ask yo'
NV people are getting ready to sail II
Id Paris in ten days. can be ready
81. for the other--in a week. As In tt
OF old days.
r. "Margery."