Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1910-08-05
CHAPTER IV.-contlnued.

II mean," he said, quietly, that /
have not written, as told you, in
six months. That, thanks to some
lucky star, am en- veine once more.
How long this will last l don't know.
/ may wake up to find myself an idiot
tomorrow. Tonight at least,
could write on until daylight. If there
is any merit at all in these papers
you have written out for me, let 1t
speak as strongly as 1t can"
He stopped, looked at her, saw her
interest, and went on: 81 mean to
say there will be no more unless this
mood continues without interruption"
Still she waited, her face bent lit
tie, her eyes on the roses In her.
hands
THAT unless can continue as
have begun, dictate to you, as the
inspiration comes, | shall certainly
fling the manuscript in the fire."
Miss Carew heard with gratitude
the rolling up of the motor car
short as the distance was it had been
ordered to take her home. She stood
bewildered. His nearness to her, his
eyes upon her, overpowered her. She
longed to escape, and with no appar-
ent regard to what he so selishly
demanded she took hurried leave of
him.
Tempest, after Miss Carew had
gone, walked to and fro in the vel
low room; rejecting on her, his eyes
still full of the feast of her he al.
lowed himself SO freely to make and
which she with charming uncon-
seriousness permitted. She was un-
conscious; there was no doubt of that,
otherwise she would not be able to
meet his regard with the fine, clear
look that made him liken her eyes to
wells of light At the smile he put
his hands over his own that burned
and stung.
IF could only steep them in those
cool depths, battle them there, kindle
their torch, as my minds torch has
been relit. Henly," he ordered, when
the housekeeper appeared in answer
to the bell he had rung. Il wish to
dine here"
Yes, Mr. Basil'-as she would have
said it had he expressed the inten-
ton of dining on the Trafalgar monu-
ment.
And serve me yourself, will you?
Put few things on tray, you know
and clear off little table. Don't let
a servant come near me-"
mo, Mr.. BASIL" She looked fur
lively about the gay box of a room
TO - 1f he, ~
seen Miss Carew drive away, she fan
cied her encornered somewhere; there
was sense of intimacy and cosey
ness in the little room where the fire
had slowly devoured every ugly black
ash of the discarded picture. The
pungent odors of the roses, drawn
out by the warmth. still hung on the
air This sweet-box," as Mrs. Henly
dubbed it, seemed suddenly to have
become very sweet indeed!
You're tagged out with the long
trip, sir. It's too much for day,
isn't it?"
ITS enough and to spare. / shall
rest here. / want never to see Lon
don again" He had said this before
and 1t did not dismay her
She noiselessly and quickly cleared
of little stand and put it before the
divan where Tempest had thrown him
self
You'll like early supper, sir?"
Yes, when you choose,
Wouldn't you go and have your
bath and get freshed up, Mr.. Basil?
I've laid out your things" In the
good creatures eyes that rested on
! Tempest, with the respect that de-
;orum demanded, any woman would
nave seen the mute caress that could
! neyts he expressed. as she passed