The searchlight. [volume] (Culbertson, Mont.) 1902-current, 1910-05-06

sne thought sne had never seen such
. transformation OF = face. 1t was AZ
full Of brilliance as Il had been full Of
melancholy.
Il wrote you a note" the girl said
timidiy. Mrs. Ramsdill was to cost
it,"
You did! win get It from her"
"Oh, no, since you have seen me-"
He shook his head. Il want all my
letters, and l am curious to see how
you took leave. But that is Just what
! beg you will not take-that is, to-
day"
The gentleman who stood by his
horses head she could regard for
some reason even with less ease than
hitherto she had been able. In his
riding-clothes he seemed to have lost
his other personality. and was moth
ing but well.looking Englishman-
in the most fashionable and perfect
tenue-who had ridden to see her at
an unusual hour over dewy field.
You have then definitely given up
the sketch. of the writing out of your
notes which you SO kindly sent me?"
YES" she said, and to his surprise.
"Ah, I can't, of course. gainsay your
good taste there" he smiled. Il accept
that suppose ! must pay the pen
atty of my lack of good faith. But it's
net about that l have ridden over. it
is to beg you will delay your going:
] can't read one word Of your writing
| not world"
She looked amused and said. mo
one ever told me that before"
Put 1t, then. to my lack Of educa,
tion," he laughed. but please come
! to decipher."
The village clock struck in the re.
mote distance some part OF the hour
and Miss Carew started.
There, it is half-past seven, Mr..
Tempest. must CO."
"You mean you won't come to era.
ven to-day and read your manuscript
to me?"
| She hesitated.
"Why?-why not?" he asked quietly.
II he had searched his wit through
he could not have fallen upon better
question. He blocked her path, his
horses coat reddening In the sunlight
that now began to brighten.
why won't you conner"
Why should she not? In all the
world to care-or praise or blame
she saw only the trim figure of Polly
Ramsdill and her honest, curious eyes
AS If there were Polly alone to know
or remark, weakly she said:
Mrs. Ramsdill thinks | have left
Cravenford."
Exultant, but keeping his triumph
under. Mr.. Tempest said:
mo. she doesn't l stopped there In
passing and told her-not quite an un
truth-that an important message hat
come for you which might delay you.
They had started to walk along side
by side across the fields. His bride
was over his arm as she walked be
side him, lovely in the weakness ant
the grace a woman's yielding give!
her to a mans eyes. Tempest, ever
then-in the barren field, the opei
road near by-Tempest contemplate,
|
ing her to him. What would she do
What did she feel of the rush an,
throb his pulse and brain tremble,
under? A fierce Joy at his victor,
came across his face as 1t bent upol
her Its recklessness and devilmay-car
freedom. only a day." he unused
IAN hour-and. my God. haven't l
right to tear from fate what l CAM"
He may have been about to speal
to her-to touch her-when she uneS
pectedly turned to him her frank. pur
eyes. There was something SO virgin
SO young. SO good in her face, trans
cending her beauty. that he wa
ashamed. The miraculous purity @
her unspoiled country seemed typifie
in her. His spirit changed within hir
and his voice vas very gentle as h
said:
ITO BE CoNTINuED)