The Dolores star., 1910-03-25

drew her 30 irresistibly and w0rdSree
u some voice out Of the new wossA
would not speak out, recall her. but
alas for Lucy Carew! there vas 20
such voice to cali.
She arrived at ten 70 write u ~.
Tempest's study until little after u.
Then. with no Invitation from him -
remain to luncheon. and . sincere
gratitude on her part that there was
no question Of II. she departed By
the way she had come, reaching Rams
dill's for meal Of Spartan simplicity:
~ II by consent TO an unspOken wisn
Of hers. no bon-mots were sent to
her .Acre any more.
He gave her no evidence OF the
pleasure he took In her presence. -
with faithful accuracy and unfaillng
patience she bent over the pages that
grew like snow piles at her side.
But had there been another observ-
er he might have thought ~ she bent
unconsciously over her pages that hts
eyes studied her--her lovely head
there under the dark mass Of her hair
. sort of firelight seemed to burn the
edges with bronze and redden her
slender hand AZ II travelled over the
pages: her leaning form: the pure
outline Of her grave. interested face
Indeed, the observer might think
that Tempest inspired himself from
this youth and loveliness. When she
lifted. As now and again she did In
query. her eyes to him, he drank froan
them n from wells.
At Mrs Ramsdill's during the long
afternoon hours she tried TO set her
mind In order. to ask herself what she
was doing. and towards what end she
went. There was no one In the world
to whom she was responsible: un.
fortunately free, her life was her
own. But this was no reason Why she
should create for herself especial IN
happiness or danger! Her idea a
writing a sketch Of Mr. Tempest ap-
peared the acme Of folly! She would
sink down on her bed In Q state Of
nervous excitement. overstrained By
the mornings effort and bewildered at
her Indifference to everything that
was not Craven. But the character
Of her reflections left her no time to
dwell on the practical face Of the
case or to tremble for an uncertain
future. Tempest live and absorbing.
Allsd her thOughta- She had no nssA
to control her attitude In her attic
room and would throw herself on her
bed. her dark head hidden In her
arms, and thus relive the day until
her feelings terrified her. and close to
unhappiness she would rise. wander
up and down. look out Of the low
window In the caves 10 search the
road 10 Craven. How long II seemed:
and how II stretched away into her
life as she looked. leading to an end
she could not divine.
She usually ended by vigorously
composing her mind and forcing her
self to see that the folly Of her In.
terest was no Indication for ultimate
happiness. Her heart contracted at
the reasonable thought that she was
probably not at all In the mind Of
Mr.. Tempest except N IN unknown
American, . woman Of different taste
and race-nothing more than an
agreeable machine. an impersonal aid
that ministered to some caprice Of
his. and which he had not hesitated to
employ. This frank view hurt and
harmed her, and before Il could cure
her-had II been able to do so--its
falseness shook her control anew. She
had at FIRST known him for a frown.
Ing. threatening. dIscourteous gentle
man. He now gave himself pains to
charm her. or. rather. let himself
charm her ~ he could. and certainly
he bewitched and frightened her. To
her live Imagination he seemed 10
call her across the miles that lay be-
tween them. As she took her leave
Of him his look Claimed that she
should return. and although he never
said anything TO bring her. even was
forbidding In his good-bys. Lucy
Carew fancied she could at night hear
him calling her across the dark. And
Il gave her troubled dreams.
Tempest each day after Miss Carew
left. lunched In lonely spiendor.
smoked and meditated, rode or walked
- " ut uau u Houi 10 mhac OetOr0
nightfall. lie turned from the Ford
and chose the most out-of.the-way
routes. for fear he might come upon
Lucy Carew In some one Of her lone
" wanderinEs' She took them. he
knew. but she could not have fol.
lowed his Mad Anthony trames.
One day before she began to write
he said:
Il want you 10 lunch here today
and 60 over 10 Penthuen with mo. I
cant write any more until I've been
70 the castle. It's an aesthetic tonic
take every nov and then. and
know this weathsr--lt's changing:
this 10 the last hns day we'll have
for ages. Let's squAnder Il together.
Why DO yOu hesitateY" hs asked,
sharply. II want you to Co."
The day was clear and mild; along
the hedges the holly REDEEMED and the
warm dampness Of the cir bespoke
rain The wlnAnUa ~ ~ k~~,ss~ka -