Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1910-08-19

No sentimental revolution had made
an empire room of Mrs. Henly's archi
English quarters! Here she had lived
a tranquil existence for over forty
years. falling heir to the uses and
duties OF the place when abe was a
very young woman at the flrst 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 find 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 to
Mrs. Henly by a sailor brother, had
made the little Tempest dream Of
ships and those distant ports that pos
sessed the maddening fascination OF
the far-away and the unknown He
had intended joining the nautical
mans ship some day, Just as he had
intended doing at some period every
thing that amused him or stimulated
his live fancy. In the big armchair
with its print-covered back and arms
Mrs. Henly had held him and soothed
his griefs. His own little chair stood
by the fireplace as it had for more
than thirty years. He had been a
sailor in it.: it had been a boat. a
chariot, a ship of dreams. To the
quaint room with it's individual odors
(Tempest had always thought of woods
and worsteds, and fire and fogs and
teaD he had come stormily with his
miseries of boy-loce, which he had
confided on Mrs. Henly's breast; here.
stormily, later, with the miseries of
mans love, he had not confided. 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 big
chair.
She's DID," he thought for the first.
Shes aged very much of late. but
she'll stand by me till-the end"
Then aloud: sit still, Henly; don't
get up" and Tempest took the cor
ner of the table and sat himself down
on 1t, 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
thaG grew close as thatch around his
beautiful head. Bodily and mentally
ne was SO vibrant, so magnetic, so
strong, that youth seemed inherent in
MIN. and he would never be old. To
her, indeed, he had never grown I'D.
His naturally uncontrolled nature
made him often like a naughty child,
and when he was his more loyable
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 a nearer tie IL It
could have added salt to their brine.
Her master said shortly:
"Henly, she must CO."
Mrs. Henly knitted a line In order
to collect herself, then put her work
down on the table and looked at her
master over her glasses. ('He speaks
OF her as If she were the housemaid. !"
she thought.)
I'm heart sorry, Mr.. BASIL"
Why" he demanded, rudely,
"why?"
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 furiously:
Harm! how do you dare, Henly,
to mean"
1 mean" said the housekeeper.
steadily, that for 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 more reason.
ably. she does, and good she shall
remain. That's why she must go.
She must leave CraVenford: no good
will come to her for staying on"
But" interrupted the devoted won.
an. TO 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, because you
thought 1t was good for mel
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