Anadarko daily democrat. [volume] (Anadarko, Oklahoma) 1908-191?, 1910-12-10
CHAPTER I-contlnued.

without demur. and an evident dis
taste TO prolonging the personal
theme. she said:
May begin to make my notes. Mr..
Tempest?"
lie smiled. "win you sit there at
my table?"
He put the chair in place, drew be-
fore her paper and n choice Of pens,
ink, and sharpened pencils, left hcr
side and went round I'm front of her.
where he sat down facing her, closing
his eyes and folding his arms across
his breast.
Write" he commanded. what
dictate. please. as fast as you can"
In q low and measured tone, as II
every word were n pearl and he
weighed Il. as II every phrase were a
jewel which he held up to see its
quality. Tempest began to compose,
Not in verse. but in an even. sonorous
prose as rich as II was free from man.
nerism and ambiguity.
The scribe wrote like lightning and
listened spellbound as she wrote. The
power OF what she was going to tran
scribe shook her as Tempest develop
cd the theme and warmed to his sub
iect. Once as he paused she raised
her eyes TO his. her own ardent, deep.
full OF emotion, In tribute for the gen.
ius she had been permitted 10 see. She
was unconscious how much OF her
self her uplifted face betrayed
ha haI hGNIay, 10
eyelids to lift, opened his eyes stopped
speaking. A flush came into his face,
he unfolded his arms and stirred
Wait" he murmured. don't move"
He held her eyes for a second then
fell back, set her free, refoldcd his
arms, and continued his dictation.
Miss Carew filed page after page
with rapid characters When he had
definitely ceased she sighed, dropping
her pencil. II she had yielded to Inn
pulse. she would have buried her
head on her arms and so remained
under the spell that had magnetized
her. Too tactful in the presence OF
this uncontrolled and personal man
TO betray anything of herself or her
feelings. she sat without comment or
movement
Tempest came up to her and lifted
her right hand.
You are tired out"
"Oh--no-no!"
'But you sighed"
Because II was at an Snd"
That's graceful. You have written
two hours" He gathered up the
sheets and piled them slowly together.
why do you push your chair back?' .
Il must will be late for Mrs.
Ramsdill's lunch.'
Mrs Ramsdill-" He caught him
self you lunch here"
NO" she said firmly, mot today,
Mr. Tempest
Then he said tentatively: you are
tired. Of course. I'm a brute, but you
may as well know it--a brute absorbed
and egotistical."
you don't think Il, MIR. Tempest
not OF yourself-and | am tired. |
suppose my l2mile walk is stil in my
bones"
An extraordinarily gentle look came
over his face, his lips parted as it to
say something which he altered
Il won't keep you, then; 20 and
rest, with Mrs. Ramsdill 20 coddle you
she's dear little soul-but to-mor-
row. please, you shall work for your
self. l promise you"
As she drew on her gloves he said;
II have not written one line in six
months To man of my tempera-
ment no one knows what that means
of nerves and bad humor and-de-
spsir. will not bore you with my
migraines, but | thank you more than
you can know. Miss Carew.' AZ the
carriage he said: 81 hope you will
lunch well, and remember that I let
you go only from an unselhsh scruple.
I can say without eXaggeratlon it's an
epoch in a selfindulgent life"
She lunched az Mrs Ramsdill's like
2 queen, for Tempest had sent fruit
and wine and game. The table in the
cottage kitchen had royal air, for
the service was from Craven and the
wins in dusty bottles. and the fruit