This telegram reached Idle Hour late at night, and the next morning
father and daughter were driven into Mount Hope. The pleasant life with
its agreeable ordering which the general had known for ten peaceful
years had resolved itself into a mad race with time. The fearful, the
monstrous, seemed to reach out and grip him with skeleton fingers. Like
the pale silent girl at his side, he was knowing the horror of death,
and a horror that was beyond death.
They stopped at the jail to say good-by to North, and were then driven
rapidly to the station. The journey of about two hours seemed
interminable, but they rarely spoke. Elizabeth did not change the
position she had assumed when they took their seats. She leaned lightly
against her father's broad shoulder and her hands were clasped in her
lap.
For weeks the situation had been absolutely pitiless. Their wrecked
efforts were at the door of every hope, and if this mission failed--but
it would not fail! All they had come to ask was the life of an innocent
man, and surely the governor, unaffected by local prejudice, must
realize John North's innocence.
It was two o'clock when they reached their destination, and as they left
the car the general said:
"We will go to the hotel first. Either Judge Belknap will be there, or
there will be some word for us."
At the hotel they found, not Belknap, but a letter which he had left.
The governor was suffering from a slight indisposition and was confined
to the house. Belknap had made an appointment for him, and he would be
expected. The general crushed the sheet of paper between his fingers
with weary impatience.
"We'll see the governor at once. I'll call a carriage," he said briefly.
Five minutes later, when they had left the hotel, Elizabeth asked:
"What did Judge Belknap say?"
"Nothing, dear, nothing--the matter remains just as it was. The governor
is expecting us."
"What do you think, father? This is our last hope. Oh, do you realize
that?"
She rested her hand on his arm.
"It's going to be all right!" her father assured her.
Then there was silence between them until they drew up before the
governor's house.
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