Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1917-08-05

You will stay until 1 can send a
nurse" The doctor. replacing the
cleaning hypodermic. turned from the
bed.
I'll be glad to-" faltercd Margaret,
her voice em%otionally tense.
Under the opiatc. Norwood was sleep
ing quietly. Drawing a low chair to
dagcd arm-the price he had paid for
her letters.
Even now in the security OF his
apartment. her heart beat fast as she
rclived that terrifying scene-from the
m he broke into the room. snatch
ed the letters. facing an unequal strug-
outcry brought help.
And now as she sat alone by the
bed there was something appealing in
of his bandaged arm.
Why nae the fates ordained that
she could not care for this man who
loved her 30 unselnshly? He was free,
he had everything to give her-the
protection and security Of his name.
Yet her love was given to one who was
"lloSc olIhHleSL
caress thrilled her more than any proof
Of Norwood's unselnsh devotion.
Her glance rested on the telephone
by the bed-the magic instrument that
to her seemed always to mean Ken
nedy. Oar she call him up now about
the letters? Noiselessly she took down
the receiver.
Plaza S245." in a cautious under
fnn4 o.-;--
Hello! Are you %alone?" in the same
cautious whisper. "Oh. I've something
wonderful to tell you'll have the let
ters! No. I can't talk now-I'm not
at home. | only wanted you to know"
She broke off suddenly at a slight
motion from the bed. Turning, she
round watching her keenly.
oh. I'm glad you're awake" in
flushing confusion. I'm staying until
the nurse comes. Does your arm pain
you?"
He shook his head. gazing at her
with disconcertinG steadiness.
oh. IL can never thank you. But
II o knew what those letters meant
TO nc her voice broke.
Il think I know now" bitterly. 81
heard you telephone. They were
i'ihSc HeHHeuS 5 lOFe letterS.'
The scorching color In her averted
race was MarEaret's only answer.
What does he mean to you. Mar
infatuation. Is it something =
her bowed silence was n poignant
admission.
going to publish them to queer his
campaign? II was to save him that
you risked so much to get then back?
And he was cowardly enough TO let
you take the risk
"Oh. you mustn't blame him, II
was as much my fault as his. loved
him" recklessly. I've loved him from
the beginning
"A man who Is married? Who has
nothing TO offer you-but dishonor?"
Abruptly the door opened and the
doctor entered. followed by a nurse.
whose white uniform showed under
her long dark cloak.
a few moments later went
slowly downstairs. turning homeward,
with a dull, heavy ache at her heart.
Even the thought OF the recovered let
sers now safe in her andbas did not
Tighten the load.
She was thinking of Norwood. of his
fine. clean love-that she could never
return.
Early one morning. a week later,
Kennedy entered his private Office. and
with frowning concentration settled
down before his desk.
The increasing perplexity Of his pri-
vate life. the demands of the campaign
and his practice-ali contributed to
rasping still further his overhaul
nerves.
CHANGING through the mail. with a
sfart he took up a small gray en-
velopc. Margaret's writing! Even be-
fore he opened II he had an cminous
presentiment that something was
wrong.
Il am going away now before the
election-before our love compromises
your career. Do not try TO find me-
it will only make 1t harder for us both.
We must seek forgetfLlness in work.
Wherever L am. I shall watch your
success. You must not disappoint me.
Remember I am giving you up-to your
career"
S%natching up his desk telephone
with strained intentness. Kennedy
called Margaret's apartment. The
drawing voice OF the hall boy in
formed him that Miss Warner had
gone-that she had left no address.
AS dazed. baf1ed. he hung back thu