The Glenwood post., 1910-02-26
CHAPTER Continued.

Without demur. and an evident dis
taste to prolonging the personal
theme, she said:
May l begin to make my notes, Mr..
Tempest?"
He smiled will you sit there at
My table,"
He put the chair in place. drew be-
fore her paper and a 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 folding his arms across
his breast
Write" he commanded, what l
dictate, please. as fast as you can"
In low and measured tone, as if
every word We're pearl and he
weighed it, as if every phrase were
Jewel which he held up to see it's
quality, Tempest began to compose.
Not in verse, but in an even, sonorous
prose as rich as it 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 gen
fus she had been permitted to see She
was unconscious how much of her.
self her uplifted face betrayed.
Tempest. as if she had hidden his
eyelds to lift, opened his eyes. stopped
speaking. A flush came into his face,
he tnfolded his arms and stirred
Wait" he murmured, don't move"
He held her eyes for second. then
fell back, set her free, refolded his
arms. and continued his dictation.
Miss Carew filed page after page
with rapid characters. When he had
definitely ceased she sighed, dropping
her pencil. If 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, she sat without comment or
movement.
Tempest came up to her and lifted
her right hand.
You are tired out
'Oh-no-noi"
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?"
II must. will be late for Mrs.
Ramsdill's 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 it-a brute absorbed
and egotistical."
You don't think it. Mr.. Tempest
not Of yourself-and l am tired. l
suppose my 12-mile walk is still in my
bones"
An extraordinarily gentle look came
say something which he altered.
II 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
AS she drew, on her gloves he said:
II have not written one line in six
months. To man of my tempera-
urent no one knows what that means
of nerves and bad humor and-de-
spair. will not bore you with my
migraiRes. but I thank you more than
you can know. Miss >Carew" At the
carriage he said: II hope you will
Lunch well. and remember that let
you 30 only from an unseffish scruple.
can say without exaggeratiOn it's an
epoSh in q seafindulgent life"
She lanched at Mrs Ramsdill's like
Q 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
vine u dusty bbstlss. and tile fruit