Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1910-06-24
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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 it 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 it shall be yours Dfdnt
you see the skeletons and skulls Of
the unfortunate reporters who have
been devoured at my gates? To-day
I wanted the pleasure that have had.
Tomorrow"
She showed her perplexity.
You must have your things, OF
course-telegraph for them; or better.
I'll have them telephoned for. Polly
can make you comfortable for day
or two. Is 1.-THE article-worth this
bit of effort?"
No thought was in Lucy Carew's
mind of worth or effort. She knew
she could never write about this dark
browed, elusive man-her chief In
stinct was that she should leave Cra-
venford, but her will was not with her
instinct.
She consented, therefore, that the
telephone message should be sent, and
to remain at the friendly cottage for
couple of days.
We are none of us so blase with
pleasure or excitement that we can
not bear at least one repetition OF
good thing! Miss Carew found that
she was quite able to endure the repe-
tition at an early hour of the roses
Of yesterday and a note from Mr..
Tempest. A second autograph from
a celebrity gave her no thought OF its
value in future Tempestiana, and she
opened the envelope with only fiut-
ter Of personal feeling, of surprise and
delight.
1t was not letter, 1t was verse
short and perfect-one she knew end
loved. It ran in clear. heavy script
over q sheet of thick paper-the en-
velope had lain in the roses.
She read it, drank in Its fragrance
and beauty with the flowers scent,
put the envelope with the letter under
the pillow and the roses, to outbloom
the still, lovely ones of yesterday, side
by side on the stand In her low-roofed
room, then went down to the waiting
s
Mrs. Henly met her and showed her
into the study, regarded her with be-
nignant approval, and left her alone.
Here in the workshop she waited
an hour for the lord of Craven, pa
tiently at first, then with embarrass-
ment. Her observation of the details
Of the ROOM, an inventory Of the
books, was long over before he came,
full Of apologies. s7essra a NV 49,
Il have been walking your IL miles
and more, otherwise could not have
seen you to-day. much as wantedlt to.
| had bad spirit with me for COM
pany. but tired him out. left him
afeld. and I have come back alone"
His voice was joyous and fresh, hia
face full of animation, and. as he
frankly took her hand between both
of his she was q prisoner held by an
irresistible force. When he let her
hand go 1t was with an abruptness
which not only let her free but put
ler, az It were, away from him He
asked her IL she were comfortable at
Mrs. Ramsdilrs, II her boxes had come
n season, and SO glanced at her ap-
oearance. 1t should have satisfied
sven tyro In women's habiliments,
or from shoes to hat Miss Carew was
In her simple toilet.
you have taken up the most din.
:ult profession In the world he said.
i say taken up IL you're forced to
t--cursed to it-by temper and talent.
hats one thing: but to write simply,
or example, as 3 profession, why, it's
'lavery! Do you" he demanded curt
v, write well?'
NO" she confessed at once.
"Of course you don'ti" he accepted
With satisfaction. "YOu couldn't--why
hould you? You lack the essentials.
)abord lie feu sacre-you've not got
and more misery
han happiness-but both, mark you!
10Th are indispensable, ana you he
'aused and scanned her face with the
Intensity which whilst 1t fascinated
Ter made her shrink.
you have had neither"
ITO BE cONTINUED.)