Mr. Sherwood had not been away from home since they had moved to
Lennoxville, and Dexie planned to have a dainty repast awaiting his return,
and she was in the kitchen when a telegraph messenger appeared at the door.
"A telegram for Mrs. Sherwood, and one for Miss Dexie Sherwood."
Dexie tore hers open, and her heart seemed to stop beating as she read:
"There has been an accident, and your father is hurt, but not
fatally. He cannot be moved at present. Can you come at once?
"GUY TRAVERSE."
Dexie rushed up the stairs, her white face telling of trouble, and as soon
as her mother saw her she asked in alarm:
"What is it, Dexie? What has happened?"
"Dear mamma, come back into the room, and I will tell you. There has been
an accident, and papa is hurt. Oh, mamma, do not scream so! No, he is not
killed; do not say it. Oh, hush! let me open your message. Mine is from Mr.
Traverse, and he says papa is hurt and cannot be moved. Oh, mamma! do not
scream so. You will terrify the children and make yourself ill."
"Oh, he is dead! My husband is killed!" she cried.
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