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Updated: June 19, 2025
Osborne Murchie, while driving along the State road from Greensboro to Springfield yesterday at about three o'clock, came upon a seven-passenger car which had crashed through the railing and had rolled down the embankment at the beginning of Hairpin Turn and lay at the bottom of the gulch in a demolished condition, with two young men pinned beneath the wreck.
The flood of light disclosed him trying to tear open an envelope. As he read the contents, his face grew black as if with rage, then it brightened again. He uttered an exclamation of pleasure. "Thank God!" he cried. "Here! Read this. It's from Margaret Murchie." I took the paper. "You will never see me again," it said. "I have gone to Monty Cranch. You won't ever see either of us again.
It came with Margaret Murchie; it came, I believe, at the very instant that I saw her sitting in a café there saw her sitting alone, golden from head to foot, golden of hair, golden of skin, golden rays shining from her eyes, showers of gold in the motions of her body a living creature of gold, shining as a great mass of it, warm and bright and untarnished as a coin fresh from the pressure of the dies.
"We may never meet again." The younger man went back and without speaking, clasped the other's hand. "You will tell one person just one about me?" asked Cranch. "Julianna!" Estabrook exclaimed with horror. The other shook his head patiently from side to side. "I meant Margaret Murchie," he whispered.
The one word seemed to have decided all questions and to have called for silence. "In case of my death " the Judge began after a while. Margaret Murchie uttered a little cry. "I have left a paper where she will find it," he finished. "I can do nothing more now. Perhaps perhaps it will not be a crisis, after all. I think if I had the chance again, I would send him to his doom."
You are the only living soul to whom I have confessed the presence of a skeleton in my married life, and I want you to help me. I have been told repeatedly that you are a man of courage, steadiness of nerve, scientific eminence, and high ability." I could not disagree with him. "The next thing, then, is Margaret Murchie, the servant," I said. "What of her?"
After the hearing the Council voted to call a special session for September 9. Mr. Hall and Mr. Murchie immediately got in touch with the members of the Legislature belonging to their respective parties. Under the direction of Mr.
My story, except as to form, is like the data I keep in every case which comes before my notice it is a somewhat incomplete and matter-of-fact section out of human life. Like poor MacMechem I try to keep my mind open. I simply offer a narrative of the sequence of events. One thing only troubles me. Did Margaret Murchie lie when she said Mrs.
So that more than once I saw Margaret Murchie stop her household task to listen, shut her old eyes and say, "Thank God for his care of her."
With hardly an exception they entered upon their duties as troopers in the spirit which they held to the end, merely endeavoring to show that no work could be too hard, too disagreeable, or too dangerous for them to perform, and neither asking nor receiving any reward in the way of promotion or consideration. The Harvard contingent was practically raised by Guy Murchie, of Maine.
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