The Lamar register., 1910-04-13

you have watched the malady come
to me. Henly. as you watched It come
to my father. You have understood
You have seen me suffer. and knew
you wondered at my control when
within l have shrieked with agony"
He paused. then said significantly;
But there is oblivion"
In his anguish his eyes showed
blood-red. as II horribly suffused with
drops of a supreme Gethsemane. The
old woman's face was sublime in
tenderness; her tears were flowing
freely.
And I have dared for a moment to
think OF happiness," he breathed. Il
have dreamed of a love strong enough
to go with me into that deadly dark
ness-the inferno. But it's madness.
madness, I have proved II. II does
not exist, and God knows ! will pro-
tect myself from suffering any more
deeply than now do. But. as ] said.
there is oblivion-look here" Temp
est unfastened his cuff and rolled up
his sleeves to his inner arm.
The old housekeeper gave a cry.
the tears froze on her lids. She sprang
to her feet and put her hand on his
shoulder.
"Ah-no." she cried in stihed
voice: Mono. Mr.. Basil!"
Hush" he commanded her sternly.
And she knew him too well to burst
forth into the grief her heart con-
tanned. Tempest in his tone alone
had become the master who. although
he had given his confidence, admitted
no familiarity. however dear. The
housekeeper trembled as she stood.
and Tempest was the controlled one.
He said presently:
You'll find some means to see Miss
Carew and to tell her whatever you
like. You will prevent her coming.
As for me"-he shrugged am in
capable of any further strength in
the matter. couldn't be expected to
turn voluntarily from Heaven to
Hades." He smiled his peculiarly
sweet. gentle smile and rose to go.
Mrs. Henly followed him to the
door. When he had left her she fell
upon her knees by the little chair
he had used to sit in as a child, and
wept for MIN and prayed for him and
determined that If there were hope
on the earth to rescue him, he should
be rescued.
1t did not call for an astute charac-
ter reader to remark the change in
Mrs. Ramsdill's guest. The fine coun-
try air of shire had failed to
freshen or keep the original roses in
her cheeks Her walks to and from
the castle did not stimulate her appe-
tite She was extremely altered, and
the little woman tempted her with the
best of her homely kitchen fare in
vain.
Polly Ramsdill welcomed the un-
usual visit of Mr.. Tempest's house
keeper with great Difference and relief
and a burning curiosity to speak of
the guest.
Mrs. Henly in rigid black silk with
a fetching little close bonnet whose
purple strings were tied under her
chin had chosen to draw a veil down
over her countenance. whose natural
serenity was much disturbed. The
veil was notified little, for even on
the way from Craven she had cried
through It,
THE young lady's hin-just hin
from waIkin'" Polly busted a spot
less chair and stood alongside Of it
hopefully-not venturing to suggest
that Mrs. Henly linger. but longing
for it. She's never still. m: do
think she walks her flesh on her and
her colors as we'll"
You think she is poorly. Polly?"
We'll, m" coughed Mrs. Ramsdill.
there's some as never does well out
of their natural hair; If 1t were a veg
etubble, I'd say 1t were witherin'; II
Il mara a child I'd aaY IL were mimi !"