The Dolores star., 1910-03-11
had already passed through death.

had already passed through death.
She said hssitatingly: Since Mr.
Tempest has telegraphed. suppoee
n will be best for me TO walt Q w
tie"
But Mrs. Henly Interrupted hsr.
Waltz Why. Mr.. Basil wouldnt
hear Of you not waiting, miss! He'd
think had not made you comfortable.
What can get you!" She fingered.
Perhaps Miss Carew understood
something Of the. woman's interest %
herself--her natural curiosity. perhaps
Lady Ormond In her frame. the bold
ness Of her sway ut Craven. made the
American say. lifting to the placid
English face her clear dark eyes:
I'm here for the FIRST time In Eng.
land. I came from my country ex-
est for America"
The old housekeeper smiled. "A
study Of Mr.. BasIl!" she echoed.
why. my dear. I had him at ten
years old for my own. A ] might say.
and ! couldn't study him! It's like
learnin' a new language every day.
He's never the same"
ITS his charm"
oh. I daressy," Mrs. Henly was
doubtful. there being moods she had
right to remember as not possessine
that characteristic. But he'll not
tell you anything. miss. He won't BE-
written. I've seen them who would
study him as you call it--come and
go. chiefly. No one ever stayed ~
you have" She paused You're .
writer. too. them"
Miss Crew smiled. Il am afraid 10.
"Oh dear!" exclaimed the house
keeper reprovingiy at the lack OF pro
fessional enthusiasm. "Mr. Basil loves
his writin'! He was no more than SIX
years old when remember him com
Ing to my room with q little stick Of
wood. I was under,housekeeper then
and quite a young woman. 'Henly,
he said. sharpen this into . pencil
and IN write you birthday story
And time and again I can see him In
the big chair by the IRE N the house
keepers room with the maids snd me
around him. maxim stories,' his eyeA
big as saucers, his cheeks like roses"
Mrs. Henly had not reminisced
about Lady Ormond and she was mt
conscious Of reminiscing row. Lady
Tempest died at his birth. and for al
the bringing up he'd had--poor dear.
One night. miss. ! was In this very
room Gt was his mothers morning
room, and when the family were away
] used to come In and dust the thingp
myself. and ny had driven up with
out my hearing II. for II was winter
|. tims anA asnow on. the srounA; aa1
this doOr"--she pointed 10 twas
pushed In and Parsons tthe old white
headed butler you may have remarked.
missD came with little lad by the
hand. I'd not seen Mr.. Basil for near
~ nve years. He stood there In his
little great-coat and fur ccp and says
out clear ~ = hell: 'Henny. father
sent me back to Craven. There's .
letter for you In my pocket some
where's He was not much over ten
years old.
Just take this yellow stun on the
wall" commanded Mrs Henly with
Imagination. land put on . blue pa
per and curtains to the window to
match. and give me hack my plain
furnishings. and you have the dear old
room. miss, ~ he stood In II. I have
thought sometimes he always con.
nected his lonely coming with Il and
was glad to change y. ] says TO him:
They haven't ever sent you alone.
Mr.. Basily ] couldn't believe my
eyes-all the way from Paris like .
lost founding" she paradoxed.
why notr he answered me a.
old--as old. ~ I'm 10 live alone, !
expect J can travel alone as weil.'
Sir Godfrey had married French.
woman and she took a dislike TO the
child"
You call him Mr.. Tempest" the
guest said. #t# #Et
There's Sir Cyril. his brother---he's
nine years cider. How I've gone ont"
"Oh'" exclaimed Miss Carew. mot
.os much N you can talk TO me-Tm
more than touched by H.: you've been
. mother 10 him--or near H."
"All he had. poor lamb. from then
till he went TO Oxford. and then he
made his friends. We had masters
here for him. Sir GeoArey wrote me
month By month how 10 do for him
and ] had but 10 follow. " you could
set him 10 talk of II all--there's .
study' ] sometimes wondcr' His
thoughts and feelings must have been
strange enough some Of those days"
In Miss carew's sympathetic silence
she went on: I've been glad he
wasn't my own n you viii believe me.
many times. for such m he was TO
mo be has made my heart schc. and
! suppose flesh and blood can ache
deeper stili for liz own"
II vas . singular ending. Miss
carew felt II 40. Was he unxrateiul
--oe base?
= get quite savage here" Mrs.
Henly apologised. y never talk