Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1910-06-10

tally back-as Ii had string to 1t.
Fetch her in
Tempest passed his nervous hand
through his hair, gave a last look to
the gray without, as though he con-
fided his melancholy to it-promising
to return again for it-never fear!
and came out into the room.
When Mrs. Henly reappeared she
opened the door. consigned her guest
quickly to the study, and withdrew
like lightning for fear she should be
hailed to escort her out again!
The stranger deserted in this fash
ion looked about her rather startled.
Tempest, in black velvet jacket into
whose pockets his hands were thrust,
blocked up the foreground He saw
her embarrassment and that her lips
were almost white. She bowed to
him, still standing where Mrs. Henly's
catapult-like ushering had placed her.
Il am Lucy Carew," she announced
in a voice that did not waver at all.
Il have come all the way from Amer
lea to see you"
Mr.. Tempest started. The sudden
addition of thirty-f1ve hundred miles
to the twelve was material.
'Trop aimable,' he said II shall
seem ungracious If ! say that / re.
ceive no one, not even an emissary
from the Cape of Good Hope" He
chose at random, and as ne said it its
meaning caught his sensitive ear. He
smiled. you will let me be incense
quent and except. that point? You see,
to be frank, have refused myself to
everyone, Miss Carew Che said her
name as though it were household
world every one-friend, enemy, kind
and unkind. / am a recluse-"
i know" she accepted, Il read in
the Daily Telegraph that you were.
| scarcely dared expect to see you.
When / got out at Cravenford and
found should have to walk IL miles
was nearly discouraged"
"Nearly!" he echoed. TT is tramp,
even for an English girl; your coun-
trywomen are not supposed to be
walkers"
Tive not walked much before" she
admitted, land my heels are high; but
when / got here it was the worst of
| all-your housekeeper refused me;
and then"-she raised the slight veil
she wore, her eyes were sparkling and
disclosed no trace of TT cried. =
she said frankly.
Tempest took his hands from his
| pockets and extended one with the
charming gesture he knew SO well
won him friends. For a brief second
his face relaxed, illuminated. He
came up to his guest. Don't cry
here" he implored. II can't imagine
what 3,312-mile fatigue may be, but
IL you can rest from some of 1t in
this chair. will you do SO? will ring
for tea and lights"
| Tempest understood the nature of
human feeling too well not to realize
with flash how great was the pleas
ure of his own-and not to realize
that he had never experienced quite
the like sensation before Into his
outstretched hand hand slender and
strong fell as naturally as though it
had waited for just this shelter ever
since 1t had been made. He led the
girl to his favorite chair, took delight
| in seeing her sink into it.
She had quickly undone her veil and
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| tigue under her eyes, the pallor of her
face, and withal the freshness of 1t.
It was luminous face, If such term
| might be used--he thought 1t might.
Her figure was concealed by long,
dark coat that rose to her neck. and
she nestled into the comfort OF the
chair with an acquiescence of fatigue
her expression did not admit Indeed
her eyes, fastened on Tempest, were
the loveliest things he had encoun-
tered for "A long time.
The unconventionality of the visit,
her calm behavior in 1t, touched his
humorous vein. He slightly Knocked
her as he spoke. In a tone not the less
agreeable and perfectly gracious.
What wager are you winning !?
Miss Carew, you have won 1t! How
much of the IL miles did you walk
| really?"
She held out small foot In badly
damaged high-heeled shoe. "A cart
brought me to cross-road and then |
walked on-12 miles the man said 1t
was, and 1t seemed it,"
He did not wish to ask this
young woman why she had come
to him: he dreaded lest she should
say. The moment she should ask
him for his autograph the singu-
lar and piquant charm of her appari-
ton would vanish and he would be-
come his brutal, savage self again.
This unusual visit would not bear vul.
garity or even tangibility. Despite
the adjustment of his eyeglass he saw
her as IL through film; 1t added to
the unreaiity of her presence.
You will have tea? Perhaps you
will make 1t for me?'
The lights had been brought In with
the drawing OF the curtains over the
rain-swept window.
Miss Carew's hands lay inert on the
chairs arms. She shook her head
Il am afraid can't am so
tired"
Tempest rather clumsily made IL
and gave her a cup and bit of toast.
During the few moments her hosts
face had clouded again. Evidently he