The Dolores star., 1910-02-18

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leying land. No house was In sight.
Directly in front stretched a thick.
green turf. and to meet it the stone
terrace with pillared. mossy railing.
While the American feasted her
eyes on the scenes melting beauty
Tempest talked to her as perhaps he
alone OF all the world could have
talked. He told her tales of shire
in a humorous, mystic fashion: pryed
out for her the secrets. the traditions
of the country and its humble. pretty
legends. From these he passed to the
scenes Of THE Revelation" his latest
novel. laid here. and gave her sketch
Of the history of the creation and de-
velopment of the book. Then finally
he said:
Come. let me show the place where
I found Lettice Grammont."
His bewitched listener followed him
in a dream, walking on air, enchanted.
Hatless, they both slipped out from
the terrace into a little park. Tempest
leading. and suddenly she found her.
self in what went for a bit Of wood
land. At the side Of a meadow-brown
brook upon whose well-like water the
trees had sent barques Of withered
| leaves to be whirled and destroyed,
Tempest said:
stand there. please. where you are.
by that birch"
Miss Carew obeyed the fancy and
stood motionless, whilst filtering down
upon her one by one the necks and
rfrrlno nf 1toh oil ha
leaves. dancing on her brown hair
and her brown dress.
Tempest, his brows knit, but his
expression radiant. watched her. smll-
ing.
DO you by any chance remember
the book. Miss Carew?"
"oh. yell"
And you liked it,"
His tone was almost timid, he
waited with suspense for her re-
sponse.
1t struck her as curious that her
opinion about a work already trans
lated into four languages and whose
merit was a household word should be
asked
Like it!" she exclaimed, and he
was answered.
He crossed the brook from her, ex-
tended his hand. and helped her over.
Il am glad" he said fervently.
Luncheon had followed in small
breakfast-room whose air was do
mesticity and intimacy-a faultless
meal. faultlessly served. the light riot
ing in the rejecting surfaces of glass
and silver, and dazzling on the cloth.
1t was past three when Miss Carew
found that she had made the tour of
Craven under the guidance of the host
himself.
Il must go, Mr.. Tempest"
"Nonsense!" he exclaimed impa-
tiently. What for. pray?"
In an hour my train leaves for Lon
don"
What train Of yours? You have no
than this one spot Of the old world?
What is waiting for you in London?"
To his direct query. made testify
and sharply. she did not reply, but
simply held out her hand to him in
good-by.
He did not refuse to take the hand,
which in his felt prisoned
You have been amusing yourself,
I see-this has been a little jaunt
from London. to what you have made
in your romantic mind a shrine?
have made myself ridiculous in taking
1t seriously"
She withdrew her hand and colored
at his tone.
Il have told you quite the truth, Mr..
Tempest. sail tomorrow"
without your essay?"
II must, since you refuse"
But I don't!" he interrupted 1T
shall be written! You have my word
But you must be patient You are a
woman Of penetration. you must see
that q man Of moods can't master
them all-not all. 1t takes SO much
character to do away with one strong
habit that the others grow meanwhile.
and then all Of sudden. as he rises
up with one poor, little, uprooted
weed in his hand, finds himself in a
forest-the others have grown over
night"
The gloom she had in her short ac-
quaintance with him grown to dread
was enveloping him.
Really. Miss Carew. I'm not an ec-
centric-don't say 1t in your study
Let me prove to you how common
place ! am. I'll keep my word, too
You must know that the chief reason
your editor wants this absurd article
(forgive mel is because 1t will be the
only one-and 1t shall be yours. Didn't
you see the skeletons and skulls Of