Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1912-05-03

nurse had to wipe her eyes more
| than once.
The crisis came; his life was de-
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 IVES
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 a
strange womans handwriting They
had carelessly neglected to forward
it, and as Margery's stu'pefed senses
at last took in the full realization of
the words, she gave a 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 py own
responsibility. Poor young Dr. Og'
den is dying, and he talks about you
all the time-some trouble between
you-and l know you'd come If 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 strength-and 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, If posi-.
Bile, it 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.
Margerys trembling hand sought
her throat, she felt as if she were
going to stifle. Her heart plunged
downward thousand leagues
Dwight dead-and she had not been
able to go to him. He had died be.
lieving her cruel and unforgiving
and relentless! When she could pull
herself together she arose and
| d,ouro5 how oob;pu 1irobc IN tho
telephone She called up the hos
pital and asked for Miss Trueheart
Miss Trueheart was ION duty" and
she falteringly inquired of the girl
at the phone when DR.. Ogden had
died
oh" she gasped, 'not-not dead
Getting well-ah Thank you so
much; was misinformed. Goodby.
Margery never knew how she got out
the words-or how she got back to
her room. The first thing of which
she was conscious was of sitting be.
fore her desk. pen in hand.
Dear Dwight
81 have just returned from Macon
Ga, after a six weeks visit. On my
arrival at the house | found a letter
from the girl who nursed you, Miss
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 | have suffered. You don't know
the price I've paid. Dwight-all these
wretched weeks and today when
thought l had lost YOU
There's nothing | can write, moth
ing | can say, to excuse myself. And
I'm not going to try. After the way
acted and talked that last night, OF
course you could never ask me to
marry you again. But-but it is lear
year dear, and am going to ask you
My people are getting ready to sail for
Paris In ten days. can be ready
for the other-in week. AS in the
old days.
"Margery"
"P. S.-After all, we are only sec
ond cousins"