The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1913-06-05
HER MIDNIGHT APPEAL
BY c. N. JONAS.

sleep by sharp, imperative rap on
the door. of his bedroom window. He
sprang up, donned dressing-gown and
slippers and hurried out at once with
q lighted candle. AS he threw open
the door, the Pickering glare Quavered
grotesQuely across a woman's tenses
pallid features.
"Kathleen!" The name broke from
him involuntarily; his tone was sharp
almost to harshness.
"Dick-Mr. Stanhope- my
intrusion at such an hour, but the
telephone will not work, and I'm
afraid my husband is dying. He has
had three attacks with his heart be-
fore, but never so bad as this.
thought if could get a doctor right
away there might still be some hope"
Stanhope steeled himself as he
looked at her and replied reassur.
| ingly:
I'll go for the doctor Immediately.
Don't worry so much. Perhaps things
aren't as bad as you fear"
THANK you, Dick" she breathed
earnestly.
Then she drew her hood close. and
turning abruptly, disappeared into the
darkness.
Stanhope went back to his room
and exchanged his night clothes for
riding-suit as quickly as possible.
Then he went out to the stables and
saddled his fastest horse.
In less than five minutes he had
| covered over a mile of the six that
must be traversed.
Could it be possible that barely
three years had elapsed since Claver.
ing had come and robbed him OF
everything that made existence worth
while? his love. his happiness-his
all?
And Kathleen? She had unhesitat-
ingly made her choice, and only God
and Clavering and herself could have
told the rest.
But something in her face, in the
very atmosphere Of her tonight had
stirred his blood strangely.
A sudden wild thought flashed
through Stanhope's mind. What II
Clavering should die! What if the
girl he had worshipped with the one
great passion of his life were to be
free once more? All at once, he was
conscious that his breath ceased; ths
blood pounded and surged in his tenn
pies; his heart leaped guiltily. What
if! But he dashed away the thought
and dug his heels into the horses
sides almost viciously. If anything
happened, 1t must be by the will OF
God, and not through his volition.
The ride was over at last. His horse
was drenched and shaking as he dis
mounted and ran quickly up the steps
to the front door to the big, dark
ened house where the great doctor
lived.
} You must come at once-yes, at
once" ne called excitedly through the
. speaking-tube. This is no hysterical
nonsense, but case of life and death.
Charles Clavering, at the Heights, you
know. Has those attacks with his
heart. Mans dying, I'm afraid
When he had elected the doctors
promise to follow Immediately, he
went back to his horse and flung him
self YEARLY into the saddle, almost
staggering under the whirl of emo
lions that held him in grip. He dared
not think, for to think meant to hope.
and hoping might mean almost any
thing. 4
The return journey was made me-
chanically. To Stanhope's dazed brain
it might have been six miles or IL
might have been sixty-or only one.
He rode through the darkness with
bowed head and deliberately vacant
senses. The draught upon his self
control left him physically weak. SO
that when, by some inexplicable
chance, he found himself in front OF
the Claverings', he half reeled in his
saddle. =
After all, it was only natural that
he should stop here to learn the re-
suit. Kathleen would expect it, SINGS
he it had been to whom she had ap-
pealed! s
Soon the doctor came out and stood
for a moment in the doorway talking
to Mrs Clavering. His face was grav-
er than it's won't and he shook his
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Stanhope could distinctly see the
look on Kathleen's face as the bright
light from the hall chandelier fell full
across it, and it told him better than
any words could have done what tha
outcome might be. In her eyes, there
were alarm, terror-a curious shrink
ing. But the heartbroken look Of paS.
, sionate grief-no!
He backed cautiously into a shadow
and waited till the doctor came out.
entered his runabout and drove away.
A minute later, Stanhope touched
his horse and was gone, galloping on
and on and on, terrified by the ter.
rible passion that swept through him
When he had controlled himself. hs
reversed his horse and settled down
to a steady, determined gait. In his
eyes was light that had never fllun-
mated them before.
Overhead, the sky with its prodigae
splendor, seemed flung full of gold
by some giant hand. Below, the pale
radiance covered everything like q