The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1910-03-16
CHAPTER Iv.-continued.

Miss Crew smiled Il am afraid So"
"Oh dear," exclaimed the house
keeper reprovingly at the lack of pro.
fessional enthusiasm. "Mr, Basil loves
his writin'. He was no more than six
years old when I remember him com.
ing to my room with a little stick of
wood. ! was under-housekeeper then
and quite a young woman. 'Henly,
he said. sharpen this into a pencil
and I'll write you a birthday story.
And time and again | can see him in
the big chair BY the fire in the house
keepers room with the maids and me
around him. maxim stories.' his eyes
big as saucers. his cheeks like roses
Mrs. Henly had not reminisced
about Lady Ormond and she was not
conscious of reminiscing now. Lady
Tempest died at his birth. and for all
the bringing up he'd had-poor dear
One night, miss. ! was In this very
room lit was his mothers morning
room. and when the family were away
! used to come in and dust the things
myself. and fly had driven up with
out my hearing It. for 1t was winter
this door"-she pointed to TWAS
pushed in and Parsons 1.-THE old white
headed butler you may have remarked.
MISS came with a little lad by the
hand. I'd not seen Mr. Basil for near
ly five years. He stood there In his
little great-coat and fur cap and says
out clear as bell: Henry. father
sent me back to Craven. There's a
letter for you In my pocket some
where's He was not much over ten
years old
lust take this yellow stun on the
WALL" commanded Mrs. Henly with
Imagination. and put on a blue pa
per and curtains to the window to
match. and give me back my plain
furnishings. and you have the dear old
room. miss. as he stood in IT, have
thought sometimes he always con-
nected his lonely coming with II and
was glad to change it. says to him:
They haven't ever sent you alone.
Mr.. Basilr couldn't believe my
eyes-all the way from Paris like a
lost founding" she paradoxed.
why not? he answered me as
old-as old. If I'm to live alone, I
expect ! can travel alone as we'll
Sir Godfrey had married a French
woman and she took dislike to the
child"
You call him Mr.. Tempest" the
guest said.
There's Sir Cyril. his brother-he's
nine years older. How I've gone on,"
Obi" exclaimed Miss Carew, not
too much II you can talk to me-I'm
more than touched by II; you've been
a mother to him-or near it,
"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 Godfrey wrote me
month by month how to do for him
and ! had but to follow II you could
get him to talk of 1t all-there's a
study! ! sometimes wonder, 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 IL you will believe me,
many times. for such as he was to
me he has made my heart ache, and
l suppose flesh and blood can ache
deeper still for its own"
1t was a singular ending. Miss
Carew felt 1t SO. Was he ungrateful
or base?
Il get quite savage here" Mrs.
Henly apologized. Il never talk-I
live in the past"
1T is you who should write the
study. Mrs. Henly." said her listener.
There's no one SO well fitted. Alfred
de Musset's nurse wrote her souvenirs
of her master"
"Oh. mel" exclaimed the old wom-
an. can't write a letter any more
and I've forgotten how to talk I'd
like to see it written in another way.
miss-in his children and on his wife's
face. There," she exclaimed. Its
the motor cart puffs like por-
poise. doesn't it?" and she hurried
out to meet Mr.. Tempest
When Tempest came in the guest
started-he had SO grown! Her eyes
were full of the little image Mrs.
Hcnly had conjured up for her.
Tempest, utterly tagged, in travel
irg-dress. his hat and gloves in his
hand. came forward with eagerness.
his face lighted as he put out his
hand.
How enormously kind-how friend
ly of you-to wait. I stopped at the
Ramsdills' in real dread for fear you
had gone on somewhere, do you
know? And to find you here waiting
for me-"
He did not remove his eyes from
her. the intensity of his look. his tax
ing in. as 1t were. of every line Of her
face. his possessive absorption of her.
made her redden- painfully. and her