Belington progressive. [volume] (Belington, W. Va.) 1912-1927, 1917-05-03

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She Showed the r,
doctor arawled the words with
strange listlessness, and, sinking into
a chair, covered his eyes YEARLY with
his hand, though Gloria babbled faint
ly:
HAS the mail come yet? Why don't
you give me Dicks letter."
On the following morning Gloria
awoke from her drugged sleep with
a feeling OF lowering calamity. Pres.
emily realization came. Her lover had
been murdered. She hid her face in
the pillows and moaned: ut can't be
true; it can't be true"
The day nurse tried to soothe her,
bathing her face and hands, arrang.
ing her hair Then the butler arrived
with a telegram for Gloria, who took
it from him with trembling hands.
A glad cry escaped the girls lips
as she read it,
Arrived safely. Miss you terribly.
Hope you slept well and dreamed of
me. Am y ting. Devoted love.
DICK"
Gloria passed her hand across her
brow in daze. She read the tele-
gram again and called to Miss Arm.
strong and Doctor Royce, who had
just entered.
She showed them the telegram, try
inc IN hold her fnpara ovar tho xuordo
to let them see only Arrived safely"
and Am writing"
Doctor Royce started, but recover
ing himself, expressed great delight.
Il told you it was delirium." Yet
the nurse, glancing from the telegram
to the doctor, noted puzzled look on
his face that belied his words.
At last the doctor was able to place
the thermometer in Gloria's mouth.
She tried to speak, but he ordered her
to keep silence, and stood in brown
study. Gloria indicated by crude and
impatient pantomime that she wanted
paper and pencil. She proceeded to
compose telegram, shifting her posi-
ton that the doctor might not see
what she wrote.
Doctor Royce took the thermome.
ter from her lips, and she went ON
writing, without noticing him. He
nodded his head, apparently satisfied,
and the nurse entered the tempera
ture on the chart Then bidding
Gloria good-by, the doctor left the
room, still musing
Gloria continued her task, apparent
ly difficult one, and chewed the end
Of her pencil to bits. At last the re.
suit, much UNDERSIGNED and scratched
out, read:
Your angelic telegram received
1t was terribly welcome. / did not
sleep, but dreamed horrible dream
about you. Overioyed to know you
are safe. Please lake care Of your
self and telegraph GA receipt of this
that you are still al right. Much
love. GLORIA"
Dispatching her telegram by a ser
want, Gloria gave her attention to the
breakfast tray her nurse placed on the
bed. The invalid turned up her littl,
uOS6 dS BIO uuCONcICQ lilo pldIG U
Cruel, but ate it greedily, nevertheless
and then, worn out by her emotions o
the night before, but in peaceful
frame of mind at last, she settled her
| self for long, refreshing sleep.
A few hours later when she awok'
it was to receive another message.
The telegraph company notified he
that her telegram to Freneau at hi
hotel was not delivered: Party no
/ known there"
Before she could recover from he
bewilderment, close on the heels o
/ this message came special deliver,
love letter from her lover written Oh
! the hotel paper and postmarked Al
Dany.
Gloria was completely dazed, he
i brain in a whirl OF contradictions
What could she do? Where coul'
she find her lover? Was he alive o
+ dead?
At this time, in the boudoir of he
home, Lois Stafford paced the floor
staring at the photograph of Frenea1
J which she had stolen from Gloria
Despair tore at her heartstrings. Sh
sobbed and beat her breast A knocl
at the door brought her to herself ant
she called: Who's there?" TIL