The searchlight. [volume] (Culbertson, Mont.) 1902-current, 1910-06-17

No 0ent1Dsaea1 revoaut1oo M 0nno
an empire room q Mss. Usaly'e aecA3.
English quarters! Hsfo he had lived
. tranquil existence Ter ovsf forty
years. falling heir to the uoes and
duties of the place when she was Q
very young woman at the first house.
keepers decease.
Tempest had associations even with
the wallpapers blazing roses and
knots Of floating streamers, which his
child's Imagination had united and re-
tied to ind there were NO ends, no
real combinations, and all the flowers
and ribbons fell into confusion In his
mind! The mantel clock with its
quaint Chinese figures, brought %
Mrs. Henly By . sailor brother, had
made the little Tempest dream Of
ships and those distant ports that pos
sessed the maddening fascination OF
the far-avay and the unknown. He
had intended Joining the nautical
mans ship some day, just ~ he had
intended doing at some period every
thing that amused him or stimulated
his live fancy. In the big armchair
with it, print-covered back and arms
Mrs. Henly had held him and soothed
his griefs. His own little chair stood
BY the fireplace ~ It had for more
than thirty years. He had been .
sailor in It; 1t had been Q boat, a
chariot, q ship Of dreams. To the
quaint room with its individual odors
Tempest had always thought Of woods
and worsteds, and hre and fogs and
teaD he had come stornily with his
miseries Of boy-loce, which he had
conhded on Mrs. Hen.y's breast; here.
stormily. later. with the miseries OF
mans love. he had not conflded. But
never had he gone away without some
solace from the homely little room.
To-day he came In and shut the door.
Mrs. Henly sat knitting In her biz
chair.
She's DID," he thought for the flrst
Shes aged very much Of late, but
she'll stand by me till-the end"
Then aloud: sit stu. Henly; don't
get up" and Tempest took the cor.
ner Of the table and sat himself down
on n. staring at her.
He was past 40 years old, but
only she would have known It. There
was no gray in the thick, dark hair
that grew close as thatch around his
beautiful head. Bodily and mentally
he was so vibrant, 90 magnetic, 90
strong, that youth seemed inherent IN
him, and he would never b old, To
her. indeed. he had never grown up.
His naturally uncontrolled nature
made him often like q naughty child.
and when he was his more lovablo
self she called him to her heart my
dear. dear boy" As she said, she had
wept tears already so bitter that she
would not claim q nearer tie II Il
could have added salt to their brine.
Her master said shortly:
"Henly, she must CO."
Mrs. Henly knitted line In order
to collect herself. then put her work
down on the table and looked at her
master over her glasses. Gle speaks
OF her as II she were the housemaid,"
she thought.)
I'm heart sorry. Mr.. BASIL"
Why" he demanded, rudely,
-whyr
She's sweet and gentle lady, COM
Ing as she does. clinging to the door
as might say; here as she is, day In
and out, no one could or does think
harm Of her"
He exclaimed furiouelv.
Harm! how do you dare. Henly,
to mean"
Il mean." said the housekeeper.
steadily, that for a young lady alone
herewith no mother or friend even
even the Ford would talk: but she
bears 1t in her face what she is
good and true"
YES" he Interrupted moro reason.
ably, she does. and good she shall
remain. That's why she must 70
She must leave Cravenford; NO good
will come to her for staying on"
But" interrupted the devoted WON.
an. ito you. Mr.. Basil?"
Tempest was forced to smile.
"You would sacrifice anything to
that. think. Yop have kept silent
and patient, never considering her SO
far. or her reputation, becau)e you
thought It Was good for mel"