The Glenwood post., 1910-02-05

Fetch her in"
Tempest passed his nervous hand
through his hair. gave last look to
the gray without as though he con-
fhded his melancholy to it-promising
to return again for it-never fear!
and came out into the room.
When Mrs. Henly reappeared she
opened the door, consigned her guest
quickly to the study, and withdrew
like lightning for fear she should be
hailed to escort her out again!
The stranger deserted in this fash
ion looked about her rather startled
Tempest, in black velvet jacket into
whose pockets his hands were thrust,
blocked up the foreground. He saw
her embarrassment and that her lips
were almost white. She bowed to
him, still standing where Mrs. Henly's
catapult-like ushering had placed her.
Il am Lucy Carew," she announced
in voice that did not waver at all.
Il have come all the way from Amer
lea to see you"
Mr.. Tempest started. The sudden
addition of thirty-five hundred miles
to the twelve was material.
"Trop aimable" he said. 81 shall
ceive no one, not even an emissary
from the Cape of Good Hope He
chose at random, and as he said it its
meaning caught his sensitive ear He
smiled. You will let me be inconse-
quent and except that point? You see,
to be frank, | have refused myself to
everyone, Miss Carew Che said her
name as though it were a household
word) every one-friend, enemy, kind
and unkind. l am a reclnse-"
Il know" she accepted, Il read in
the Daily Telegraph that you were.
scarcely dared expect to see you
When I got out at Cravenford and
found l should have to walk 12 miles
was nearly discouraged"
Nearly" he echoed. TT is tramp,
even for an English girl; your coun-
trywomen are not supposed to be
walkers"
I've not walked much before" she
admitted, "and my heels are high but
when l got here 1t was the worst of
all-your housekeeper refused me;
ehu tilCh DIG ldlSSu tut SllkHl Veil
she wore, her eyes were sparkling and
disclosed no trace of it-"I cried"
she said frankly.
Tempest took his hands from his
pockets and extended one with the
charming gesture he knew SC well
won him friends. For a brief second
his face relaxed, Illuminated. He
came up to his guest. Don't cry
here" he implored. 81 can't imagine
what 3,312-mile fatigue may be, but
If you can rest from some of it in
for tea and lights"
Tempest understood the nature of
human feeling too well not to realize
with flash how great was the pleas
ure of his own-and not to realize
that he had never experienced quite
/ the like sensation before. Into his
outstretched hand hand slender and
strong fell as naturally as though it
had waited for just this shelter ever
since 1t had been made. He led the
girl to his favorite chair, took delight
in seeing her sink into it,
She had quickly undone her veil and
taken it of. and he then saw the IA
tigue under her eyes, the pallor of her
face, and withal the freshness of it.
1t was luminous face, if such a term
might be used-he thought it might
Her figure was concealed by long,
dark coat that rose to her neck, and
she nestled into the comfort of the
chair with an acquiescence of fatigue
her expression did not admit. Indeed,
her eyes. fastened on Tempest, were
the loveliest things he had encoun-
tered for long time.
The unconventionality of the visit,
her calm behavior in it. touched his
humorous vein. He slightly Knocked
her as he spoke. in tone not the less
agreeable and perfectly gracious.
What wager are you winning?
Miss Carew, you have won it! How
much of the 12 miles did you walk
really?"
She held out small foot in badly
damaged high-heeled shoe. "A cart
brought me to cross-road and then
walked on-12 miles the man said it
was, and 1t seemed it,"
He did not wish to ask this
young woman why she had come
to him: he dreaded lest she should
say. The moment she should ask
him for his autograph the singu-
lar and piquant charm of her appari-
ton would vanish and he would be-
come his brutal, savage self again.
This unusual visit would not bear vul.
garity or even tangibility. Despite
the adjustment Of his eyeglass he saw
her as If through film; it added to
the unreality Of her presence.
You will have tea? Perhaps you
will make it for me?"
The lights had been brought in with
the drawing of the curtains over the
rain-swept window.
Miss Carew's hands lay inert on the
chairs arms. She shook her head.
Il am afraid l can't am SO
tired"