Once in her own chamber, she locked the door and, not waiting to remove her hat, tore off the envelope; and there, written in a feeble hand, was the address,—"Harold Angus, formerly of Doncaster, Yorkshire, England."
She fell on her knees, and thanked God. A strange calm stole over her, as she began to realize that it was her privilege to lift the heavy burden from one whom she so greatly respected, so admired for his many noble qualities.
She summoned James, and sent him off to the telegraph office with this message:—
REV. HAROLD ANGUS, Grantbury, Conn.
Please take the afternoon train, 2:50, for this city. A carriage
will meet you at the station.
MARION HOWARD.