The Glenwood post., 1914-01-03
HER MIDNIGHT APPEAL
oy G. u. JoNA2

8taAh0pe vas startled E'o0 -
sleep by q sAarp, imperative raD -
tAs door of his bedroom window. ~
sOsaAg ~. AaaneA dressing osvn -
aADoers xAA hurried oat II eoes vtfb
. hsAts1 eAnAls. A. 10 threw soa0
IL does. ths AtekeriAg glare ssavsss1
gPo1noSssly aeFess . Wooaais tan1A.
DalliA features.
-KatAieea!- The name beoks 49,
hin iavelsntaFily: his toas vas shAsD
almost to Aarshness
~DSck-Mr. 6tAAAops-Sorgive NJ
intrusion st such an hour. bst ths
telephone will not work. and lI'o
afraid my husband 10 dying. He has
had three attacks with his heart ~
fore, but never so bad ~ tAis. !
thought IL / could get . doctor rigAt
away there might still be some hoDs. %
Stanhope steeled himself - -
looked at her and replied reassur-
ingly:
I'll 90 for the doctor Immediately.
Don't worry SO much. Perhaps things
aren't as bad as you fear"
Thank you. Dick" she breathel
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 q mile of the six that
must be traversed.
Could 1t 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 II the
girl he had worshipped with the one
great passion of sts life were to be
free once more? All at once. he was
conscious that his breath ceased; th.s
blood pounded and surged in his ten
pies: his heart leaped guiltily. What
If! But he dashed away the thought
and dug his heels into the horses
sides almost viciously. II anything
happeaed. II must b By the win q
God. and not through his volitiea.
The 1i1e was over at lest. His heeoo
vas 6rsaeAsl aaA sAakiAg - ~ ~
Aoants1 and raa quickly ~ tie sts9s
70 tAe fFoat 6ooe 70 ths blG, AaEA-
esd house whsee tAs great Doctor
lived.
You must CONE at oacs-yss, at
ooce." be called excitsdly through the
speaking tube. This 10 10 hystefseaI
nonsense, but q 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 wearily into the saddle, almost
staggering under the whirl Of emo
tions that held him in grip. He dared
not think. for to think meant to hope.
and hoping might mean almost any
thing
The return journey was made me-
chanically. To Stanhope's dazed brain
it might have been six miles or it
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 1t, since
he it had been to whom she had ap-
pealed!
Soon the doctor came out and stood
for . moment In the doorway talking
to Mrs. Clavering. His face was grav-
Or than its wont and - shook his
head from time to time - b talked.
etanAope could distinctly So the
Issk % Kathieen's faes - tAs brighs
tight from the hall chandelier fell full
across It, and II tolA him better than
aay words co1ld Aavs dose what Tie
ostco0s might -. In hse syss, there
WoRo alarn, tserec-A earisus sArinh-
tnG. But The AsaSt1eo&ea loek q Das-
s1ooats s1ssl-sei
He backs1 cautiously t.ee . shaA6v
I'D waited TN tAs aoetse ea0s cat.
satsrs1 III r11aboat and drove away.
A niauts later. 0tanAoDs to1chsA
~ Aoess anA was eoas. sallepinS o.
anA O aAA O, tsrIiAea ~ tAs tsf.
eihss passion that sveDk tAre1gA hin.
WAea - AAA eoatrollsl AfDsslf. hs
IeoVoeoo1 HI h0f0o onl nafffNh down