Morgan County republican. (Versailles, Mo.) 1906-1914, 1910-02-17

now, SAID tempest, one more Ia
vor, Ramsdill. Can they spare you
here tonight? II so, will you drive
me back TO Craven? I've sprained my
wrist and it has been all , could do to
get my mare to the Ford"
Lucy Carew opened her eyes the
next morning IN the blaze of brilliant
day. The 10th OF November broke in
holiday and golden fashion after a
night of wild. unusual storm. In the
coarse nightdress Of her hostess she
lay in her clean bed in the country.
stirred to rise when a knock at her
door held her %motionless.
Mrs, R%amsdill, red. checked, bashful.
eyed, came in like a bright appari.
ton, for she looked at her ledger over
n giant bouquet; the profusion filled
her hands. She arrived lie Flora.
She had "A not" and gave 1t.
III you please, miss, from Craven
there's a hanswer to take"
She regarded with pretty, timid Gu.
riosity this handsome young lady who
stood well out of the short nightdress,
her feet cleaning charmingly dis.
played below the hem. Above the
low, plain collar her neck and dark
head rose frankly. Women-beautiful
women-do not imapin" how much to
their beauty's enhancing is sometimes
the naive garments OF their simple sis.
tiers. Ribbons and iurbclows would
not ave made Lucy Carew more
lovely to look on than as thus the Eng.
lish cottager saw her; ia" coarse mus.
lin over her swelling breast. her arms
bare to the elbOws-fOr Mrs Ramsdills
gown stopped there. Miss Carew took
the roses in her hands.
Mrs, Ramsdill had her wonderings.
tempest was beloved, but he was as
well known. Even Crayenford could
tell its tales. The good creature
unused on her guest and remarked the
eyes--how they lost their clearness to
sparkle, how cheeks mantled as the
letter, with entire ignoring OF her com
pany, was broken open.
I'll wait outside, miss" she deli.
cately suggested, land you'll cali me
for the answer"
Miss Carew held the roses against
her and read her note.
Craven. November 10.
My dear Miss Carcw. II what Won tell
mo IL true tand how can ! suppose Won
have come 5000 miles to play with my
Nanityo then you will feel It worth yonr
while to write the study of which Won
s~poke-unlcss my conduct MS host has
blackened me too much In your eyes.
IL you will come-1 have sent "A carriage
for you'll will do all In my power to
make II easy for you to write VIVA, vou
wish, There will he no train to London
before late afternoon. II YOU refuse me
the proof OF your entire cordiality, shall
COME TO the Ford-to avoid me you will
have to walk. and ! fancy your shoes
VIII not help you! Faithfully.
BASIL TEMPEST.
For the first time in weeks MIR.
Tempest slept till morning, and for
the. first time In weeks awakened not
a prey to the black horrors that gen.
orally perched on his bedpost to wait
the opening Of his eyes. IL" as he
had often grumbled, one could only
get into the day without beginning
~"
10 snperlntend the gathering of a
bunch of roses, to write the note he
had sent, amused him, and no sooner
was Ramsdill and the trap dispatched
than. whistling like a boy, he made a
tour Of the house, followed by Mrs.
Henly, to whom he gave countless di.
.rections as to setting of Craven in
holiday trim. Sunlight flashed at him
everywhere. 1t fell in luxuriant floods
down the long galleries. routed Mel.
ancholy out of hooks in the darkest
rooms where ghosts and dismals that
Tempest had grown to consider as
familiars nested and hatched.
What a day." he exclaimed more
than once. open everything-throw
all the windows wide. No, | will ar.
range the flowers myself" The gar.
dener had fetched In what Tempest
called torrents OF bloom" and he