The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1910-02-23
CHAPTER I-continued.


Without demur. and an evident dis
taste to prolonging the personal
theme, she said:
May begin to make my notes, Mr..
Tempest"
He smiled. win you sit there at
my table,"
He put the chair in place. drew be-
fore her paper and choice of pens.
ink, and sharpened pencils, left her
SIDE and went round in front of her.
where he sat down facing her, closing
his eyes and foldinS his arms across
his breast
Write" he commanded, what |
dictate, please. as fast as you can
In a low and measured tone. as If
every word were a pearl and he
Jewel which he held up to see its
quality, Tempest began to compose.
Not in verse. but in sn even. sonorous
prose as rich as 1t was free from man
nerism and ambiguity.
The scribe wrote like lightning and
listened spellbound as she wrote The
power of what she was going to tran
scribe shook her as Tempest develop
ed the theme and warmed to his sub
ject. Once as he paused she raised
her eyes to his. her own ardent. deep.
full of emotion, in tribute for the gem
ius she had been permitted to Sec She
was unconscious how much of her
self her uplifted face betrayed.
Tempest. as If she had hidden his
eyelids to lift, opened his eyes. stopped
A fs.t. 1t.
he unfolded his arms and stirred.
Wait" lie murmured. don't move"
He held her eyes for a second. then
fell back. set her see. refolded his
arms. and continued his dictation.
Miss Carew filled page after page
with rapid characters. When he had
definitely ceased she sighed, dropping
her pencil. II she had yielded to i'm
pulse. she would have buried her
head on her arms and so remained
under the spell that had magnetized
her. Too tactful in the presence OF
this uncontrolled and personal man
to betray anything of herself or her
feelings. size sat without comment or
movement
Tempest came up to her and lifted
her right hand.
You are tired out"
"Oh-no-no,"
But you sighed"
Because It was at an end"
That's graceful. You have written
two hours" He gathered up the
sheets and piled them slowly together.
why do you push your chair back?"
Il must I will be late for Mrs.
Ramsdills lunch
Mrs. Ramsdill-" He caught him
self You lunch here"
NO" she said firmly. mot to-day.
Mr. Tempest"
Then he said tentatively: You are
tired, of course. I'm brute, but you
may as well know tia brute absorbed
and egotistical.'
You don't think 1t. Mr. Tempest
not OF yourself-and ! am tired.
suppose my 12-mile walk is still in my
bones"
An extraordinarily gentle look came
over his face, his lips parted as If to
say something which he altered.
Il won't keep you. then; go and
rest. with Mrs. Ramsdill to coddle you
she's a dear little soul-but to-mor-
row, please, you shall work for your
self, ] promise you
A.; she drew on her gloves he said:
Il have not written one line in six
months. To a man of my tempera-
ment no one knows what that means
of nerves and bad humor and-de-
spair. I will not bore you with my
migr2 zines. but thank you more than
you can know, Miss Carew." At the
carriage he said: Il hope you will
lunch we'll, and remember that let
you go only from an unselfish scruple.
/ can say without exaggeration it's an
epoch in a self-indulgent life"
She lunched at Mrs. Ramsdills like
a queen, for Tempest had sent fruit
and wine and game. The table in the
cottage kitchen had a royal air. for
the service was from Craven and the
wine in dusty bottles, and the fruit
great black and green globes of lucf-
BUSINESS and golden apricots-piled in
silver basket as fragile and. white
as snow. The Ramsdill linen blushed
in coarse red weave, and the homely
blue-and-white ware that slipped in to
fill out what Craven had not supplied
appeared to have cracked and cracked
with abashment.
Mrs. Ramsdill served with some
thing like awe, and regarded Miss
Carew with respect not unmixed
with such suspicion as has place in
every honest woman's heart when
man showers undue favors on another
of her sex.