Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1910-06-17
CHAPTER I--continued.

Miss Carew leaned forward, her
hands clasped before her
Il once read two poems of yours
masterpieces. They were only an
epilogue-any one could see that they
were the forerunners of longer
work, the opening and sequence. |
have eagerly been looking for the 9TH
ers in vain!'
You are mad!" he blurted out rude
ly, and walked away from her across
the room. got in between table and
window, his back to her. After a sec
ond he drew the curtain aside and
exposed the black, rain-covered pane
to the rooms light
She was not, singularly enough,
frightened to death. 1t would be too
much to say she felt a power over
Mr.. Tempest. She had it, however.
Perhaps | am mad. / feel some.
times one must be to comprehend and
be sensitive to certain forms of beau
ty and greatness
Mr. Tempest came slowly back into
the room, holding his hand over his
eyes.
viii you tell them for me-your
public-that there are no more verses
to follow these? that there is nothing
whatsoever to come out of this mud
died and miserable brain OF Basil
Tempest? VIII you tell them that
Tempest is never to write another
line so long as he liyesT'
He was conscious that Miss Carew
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far away She had gathered her cloak
on her arm.
No" she said distinctly, II will not
tell them that"
His eyes still covered, Tempest
shrugged his shoulders. Tell them
what you please, but will-you-go?
Now thank you-but go-you are
very good-very good-and clever. I
hope shall not baulk your career
women should not have careers"
He heard door close, the portiere
fall He uncovered his eyes-he was
alone.
With an imprecation low and sim
cere he stood for a moment, his hands
clinched by his side, his expression
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genius and good looks-for it pos
sessed both--was gone from his face.
He seemed brooding on horrors. His
hair fell over his brow, his head was
bent His eyes now showed blood.
shot and full of tears. As strong as
he was weak, in his emotions, he was
now utterly swayed by them. Like a
boy, he brushed away his tears with
the back of his hand. After he had
stood so for what seemed to him q
few minutes, and was really a long
time, a gust of wind and rain STRUCK
violently against the window and be
started. With no care to put his dis
turbed countenanee in order for curl
Gus eyes, he went out to find Mrs Hen
i " in her little room, a corridor or So
away.
Where is the lady you forced upol
me, Henly?"
Gone, Mr. Basil"
How gomez"
"on foot-and alone in the storm
Mrs. Henlys tone. If it could, woul,
have sent Miss Carew dryshod.
What folly and stupidity! VIII
did you permit it, Henly? You US
judgment and discretion-what di
you let her go for like that?"
she would hear of nothing else, 81
she seemed disturbed"
/ Without further parley he turne
on his heel and marched out to tn
cloakroom, hated and cloaked hin
self, and went from there to the ST.
bles. Although 1t did not consum
half an hour-the putting betwee
shafts AID buckling up of the horse
Tempest tuned at the groom and wit
nervous haste himself threw in rul
Der blanket and rugs. 1t was pou
Ing IN sheets when he came peltin
out of the stable; the man threw loos
the mares head and the fresh beas
started rapidly out into the roadwa!
Tempest had asked for a horse no
ably neither his fastest nor best, bI
sure animal who had eyes for th
dark like a cats and who could hav
felt her way to Crayenford.
The master Of Craven hardly hope
to discover so soon as the park roa
| the guest SO rudely allowed to leav
y his doors Even poor walker woul