The Lamar register., 1910-04-13

strange things pass in the little glass.
She stood with her hat in her hand,
for she had just come in. Her hair
unconfined, seen for the first by
Mrs. Henly. wakeaed her admiration.
What lovely hair, miss, and such u
lot of it,,
Polly was right-the strangers color
was gone; tired as she had been the
day of her arrival at Craven, she had
looked the picture of vigorous health.
You're not looking as well as when
you came to England, miss"
Miss Carew was well, it seemed.
perfectly; she thanked Mrs. Henly.
But it's no wonder: you're feelin'
the long. close writin' daresay'
Mrs. Henly paused, surprised to find
that for the first she thought Of the
girl. She was young and vigorous,
but what health and vitality, what
strength of body and mind, and what
divine patience were needed for the
task Mrs. Henly purposed for the
slender creature! But she did not
think twice of it. Love-that was all
the strength needed if she had it
If not? ah, her poor. blighted boy!
one ltll ease WIFI -IlSS
Carew, in whose presence she had
found herself only a few times be-
fore. The nature of the stranger, al
though an unknown quantity, was
sympathetic.
The old lady sat down beside Miss
Carew on the little bed. She lif'sd
her notified veil and revealed her dis
turbed face and tear-reddened eyes.
She put out her hands before her IN
an old-fashioned gesture of despaA',
gave a choked sob. and murmured
whilst her eyes streamed over:
"Oh. miss. what a terribly cruel
world it is. indeed; what a hold.
cruel world"
AS this. to them both. was far too
broad and humanitarian a cause for
such sudden personal grief. she add
ed. sobbing:
Mr.. Tempest-Mr. Basil-is very
i'll, indeed"
Miss Carew's color grew still whittier.
and 1t was second before she
echoed:
What has happened to Mr. Temp
est?"
"Oh. nothing sudden"-Mrs. Henly
got the better of her tears-"nothing
sudden. no more than yesterday-or
that you would see-but he's Ill. miss.
and my heart is broken for him"
Miss Carew said: Il have seen
that he is nervous and excited. but
thought 1t was a relief to him to
work. ! have been wrong. perhaps"
oh. no. indeed" hurried the other.
Far from 1t, you have been a bless
ing to him. a good. dear blessing"
Her way OF putting 1t was sweet. and
in its form soothed the heartache
Miss Carew was beginning intensely
to feel. Mrs. Henly was looking at
her in a sort Of appeal. and continued
incoherently:
The day I let you in. miss-I see
now that took IT on myself. so to
say. sha'n't forget how you stood
there wet and cold like a child lost
in a storm-you was so eager. too.
and your eyes was SO bright. and you
says so -detcrminedly: I must see
Mr.. Tempest Do you remember"
How she had ever been that en-
terprising. practical. bold invader
Miss Carew was SO far from being
able to recall that the story did not
sound to her like her own.
And I had Just left him a half
hour before shut up in that drear-
some room with his books. which he
wouldn't read. or his papers. which
he swore he would never touch
again. Why. miss. you made me think
somehow that night as you came In
OF the stories used to tell him when
he was a boy-the fairy-tales-and
you gave me the feeling of hoddness
as IL you just dropped in with the
rain and was some kind of bewitch-
ment" Her mingled figures were not
unpicturesque and the listener did not
smile as she thought with a thrill Of
what Tempest had himself said.
And I determined to send you to
him. miss. l said: Harm him it
can't. and anything is better than to
see him so:' so while you were thank
in me for being so kind to you. miss.
! was thinkin' only of him. I'm afraid
what shall always be doing to the
last"
Lucy Carew could not question her
She felt no wish. to do so-she had
uTtdu VI Nuht iHtSsdbf tnt
had come to bring. She was speed
ing towards some point, and the girl
sat patiently before the emotion and
the love that struggled in the wrinkled
old face: but as again Mrs. Henly's
appealing eyes met hers she muir
INJURED:
DO you regret it. Mrs. Henly-let-
ting me in7'
Regret it. my dear." exclaimed the
other. "Ah. I don't know, II it's for
always. am heart glad: II it's to
make him grieve and suffer more,
shall never. never forgive myself. If
there was only some heart that could
care for him enough. some hand he
would love that could guide him-but
to see him!" She wrung her hands
and heard Miss Carew say in voice
that sounded hard because of the
speakers control:
Don't. Mrs. Henly. tell me any
more. please. ! would rather not
hear"
The old woman ceased. wiped her
eyes. and sighed.
Does Mr.. Tempest know you came
to me. Mr.. Henly?" .4t