The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1910-01-13

open to visitors, like Penthuen and
the neighboring castles"
mo"
IT'S shut and barred, might say.
You won't get in. But I expect you're
heroworshipper and are going 20
try for a glimpse Of the great writer?
Your country people are hero-wor-
shippers"
II think we are"
The lady's horse stretched his long.
shining neck. The smoke from his
nostrils blended with the mist and
stirred the vapor that fiew away be.
fore his breath. It new too around
the head and form of the American
girl and the trim req figure of the liz.
tie equestrienne, to whom the mono.
syllables Of the stranger were bafains
I, and because Of her rival beauty an.
noying.
She gathered up her slaekened
reins. i've been following the
hounds" she vouchsafed, and rye
cut through Craven By mistake-in
. few minutes ! shall hear the horn"
She leaned on her pommel. her mind
travelling back to her last interview
with Mr.. Tempest at Penthuen, and
suddenly she exclaimed with Q sharp
"Ah!" Of enlightenment, and -
though she did not relish the discov.
cry:
why. I've seen you before"
Miss Carew, who knew as we'll a. II
| she had seen her daily for years, said:
II think never"
But yes-a day or two ago-you
wore a red dress-you were driving
with Mr.. Tempest in a motor. l was
driving behind you to Penthuen."
Miss Carew wore now cheeks that
rivaled any red In her wardrobe.
"Ah. yes" nodded her ladyship with
a sort Of satisfaction that had no ring
Of pleasure in 1t. They stood looking
at each other through the mist that
few about their charming forms in
little gusts of broken clouds. the
dampness softening their tint and
crisping the ends Of Lucy's hair.
You will find the castle open, I
daresay." Lady Ormond gave a cool
laugh. Il did not! and yet l am an
habituee!"
She was angry. Everyone palled on
her since she had lost Basil Tempest,
and this morning she had burned her
ships and ridden to his very doors
to learn that he was i'll and saw no
one; no one but this girl, Of course,
who 30 calmly and, charmingly went
to him with the simplicity Of dairy
maid and the good looks Of ten years
youthful vantage over Lady Ormond.
ASK Mr.. Tempest to show you the
empire room-it's q bijou," she said,
maliciously.
As the Americans dignity impressed
itself upon the Englishwoman by her
silence, her maidenliness. by her
mounting color, and her angry yet un-
ashamed eyes. with keen penetra.
ton fitting Tempest's enigmatical 70
mark to the lady:
| "Tell me-your name IL LucyT
why do you ask"
Lady Ormond shrugged. IT am
Lady Ormond." she said as II to COM
plete the Introduction, "a very old
Il ~ ASh0 VI AOAPOot - 6A0 LAG Ao0
spoken to me Of you"
The words did their work. Lady
Ormond saw that the blow she dealt
told.
"Good-by," she nodded, maliciously.
there's the horn," and SO it was, faint
and far away. She touched her horse
and rode into the mist, leaving Lucy
| he
first time in her relations with Temp.
est and Craven Inundated and
ashamed
| She went on, me financially conscious
of having been dealt a suffering
wound
He had spoken to this woman OF
her-calling her name to her! Oh,
what had she been doing! how mad
and fatuous and foolish she had been!
She would have turned then and fed
II the fog had not lifted, as 1t does
absolutely for a second, and the great
mass of Craven risen before her She
shuddered at 1t; for the first a mo
mentary distaste, sickening jealousy
displaced all the feelings of the past
| uOuAe. luc pIluIo Vi Lduy OTuOnu
horses feet were on the damp earth
up to the very terrace steps; as for
herself, she was pis-aller-a second
best. No, she could not bear lift
was too humiliating! Even part Of
the house bore this woman's stamp
Tempest had displaced the tender
memories of his youth to humor the
caprice Of this woman. What part
did Lady Ormond now play in his
life?
The castle was silent. Before her
cleaned the large door, its highly
polished surface blurred here and
there by the mist that lay in little
pearly lines along the carving. Lady
Ormond's hand had first touched the
knocker. or else the great door had
Just opened to let her 60 VIGOROUSLY
forth.
To Lucy Carew her own behavior
appeared now in all its rash uncon
ventionality. She saw the situation
- It should have declared itself be
fore and she despised herself. What