The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1910-02-11

far from dark 1t seemed needless to
lean forward as Tempest did to search
the roadside for 80 conspicuous an Oh.
! ject As . pedestrian young woman ol
no mean height or figure
His horse pounded through the mud
bit well in her teeth, her head down:
the short. incessant rain was 4 spur
Tempest thought Of the high heels OF
the lady's shoes. and grew hot with
shame. Feminine folly" he NUT
tered. What modern tventieth-cen
tury emancipation! A young woman.
not only independent. but secure in
her lack Of convention! Fancy 0ne
0f our grandmothers appearing In
hchu and curls and crinoiines at q
mans house aloae. unchaperoned!
Not only would this girl have scorned
me II had dared show appreciatioa
OF her sex. but 1t would have been The
height Of rufhanism to have been gal.
liant. the acme OF ungallantness.
Yet as he mentally compared her te
the summoned image Of the 1880 lady
Miss Carew lost none of her attrac.
tiveness In her plain dress, the sharp
note Of white at neck and wrists. the
taille cambree. the svelts beauty Of
her figure.
Its absurd" he muttered, this
| emancipation of women! They've no
right or title to it. For example, now,
II were not driving to her rescue,
where would she be. poor dear?" He
smiled. she would melt in the
storm"
As before him the road grew indis-
tinct: Cad. I should have fetched
Melton to drive. can't make out the
road. She must have flown to have
gone SO well onto escape the boor
was-no wonder!"
Here the mare SHE'D violently, and
in holding the cart to balance and
quieting her Tempest almost failed to
see the cause OF the fright. Out of
the rain and darkness . figure on Q
stone had risen.
Miss Carew!" (she hardly recoR.
nized the voice It was SO full of live
welcome) won't you get in at once
please here. at this side. I can't
help you. unfortunately-or leave my
seat. Can you manage it?-she won't
stand"
Miss Carew displayed neither i'll.
temper nor grudge. In twinkling she
had climbed into the cart-was at his
side.
You will let me drive you back to
Craven-warm you. feed you, show
you hospitality. am chagrined, Miss
Carew." He had started to turn.
ITO the station. please. If it isn't
too much to ask"
He was sufficiently impressed by
what he believed was the will of the
modern woman to not gainsay her.
Il don't wish to obey you. but
have no choice. Put ON this macin.
tosh. please, and cover yourself with
this rubber-there, over us both.
There's a shorter cut to the town II
you will tell me II there is a stile-
just there it would be-to the right"
YES"
Then we turn here and should
reach Cravenford in three-quarters Of
an hour. Hush" he said as she thank
ed him. TROUBLED! / am ashamed Of
myself. Don't make me feel more 30.
Tell me. If am not too curious, where
you are bound for?"
ITO London tonight-and to Amer
lea the day after tomorrow"
Tempest caught his breath. "You
mean you were serious! You came
to England to see me, and are going
back on the first ship?'
YES" she said simply.
But ! never heard such a venture!
Is all reporting work like that? Seven
thousand mile for"
"Success-yes," she finished. 81
suppose SO. 1t seemed to them worth
it. I should, of course, have sue
ceeded."
But you have travelled before-you
know Europe"
"Oh. yes" she said. 81 was in
school in France. have Travelled, but
have never been in England"
You must stay" he cried enthusi.
asticly. "England's a garden-this
county especially lovely. Why, Pen
thuen castle is within two miles of
me-Raynes and the forest of
Raynes"
II know" said his companion
Here to the west, low shelving to the sea,
and she repeated one of Tempest's
sonnets written Is years before. Her
manner of speaking it was delightful,
undeclamatory. understanding, and
simple.
He said nothing when she ceased.
He did not speak again until they had
entered the small hamlet of Craven
ford and drew up to the station under
red lantern that swung from the
caves in the rain.
Two men in raincoats stood smok-
| ing their pipes under the roof shelter.
At Tempest's Halo" one of them
came out to the platform edge.
| "Is that you, Mr. Tempest, sir?'
Yes. hold the mare, will you, Rams.
din?"
"There'll be no London train to-
night, sir-a haccident Slug Morges
way. No trains out before to-mor-