The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1910-01-11

the top sonnet he had written dur
Ing the last few days. It was half
after ten, good 30 minutes beyond
her hour.
"Tll give her another hour to won
der into be jealous in-and to make
up her mind to be late in-then If
she fails ME, will scatter these
sheets to the wind" He steadfastly
watched the unloveliness of the
changed November atmosphere.
He had been right in his prediction
the phenomenal beauty of the au-
tumn was gone. and England had set
tied down into the early winter
gloom. In another five minutes Temp.
est saw her coming up the alley to
the terrace steps.
She found him standing by what he
called sacrificial pile of all their
work, one hand on it, one stretched
out to her, and radiant welcome on
his face:
II should have waited just one hour
more" he said, land then have de-
stroyed this stuff, Miss Carew."
Between them there was already
the embarrassment of intense per-
sonal feeling undeclared. His delight
at her return was too much for her
| composure. She turned away with
the excuse of taking off her coat and
gloves, and to-day-she laid aside her
hat-for the first time he saw her
hair free of covering; it gave him the
pleasure Of thinking her at home in
his room.
When he said brusquely: IT don't
want to write to-day, Miss Carew,"
she flushed painfully
mo? You did not perhaps expect
me?"
"I never dare to expect you'll have
never dared. II hope is expectation,
then I do. I can't say didn't look. ]
was at the window: you saw me?"
| Eyes"
why do you gather up your gloves
AGAIN."
1T you don't care to work."
"Oh!"-his impotence was boyish.
What q school-mistress! have
worked as you call It. made you work
for weeks, a methsdical honest labor
quite unusual even to me. and yet !
have produced pas NAL de chooses.
Can't have one holiday"
I'VE had yesterday"
We" he laughed, delighted. I'VE
he emphasized, will have this morn
ing. Let me rest in the agreeable
sense of-talking with you-an hour
or two" Other words, whose warmth
colored even the simple phrase he
used, were at his tongues end
Miss Carew sat down before her
table and her materials and folded
her hands over them.
Il have asked you nothing. Miss
Carew, during these faithful weeks.
mean about yourself You must have
sometimes thought me selfish?"
NO"
81 am" he confessed, horribly self
ish, but that is not the reason-I have
not wished to know. You came to mt
like dream as it might be, like {
fairy godmother out of an old tale OF
one windy night in the storm-agains
my will. How rude l was! But 20,
forgave mel" He had drawn near tt
her. II like to think of you so-yo,
seemed to have a wand with you, yol
know; you touched the bewitcheC
fancies in my brain and things cam'
to life again"
Tempest was under control who's
strength only a man of his nearly un
governable passions knows how t,
use
I've an idea there are no fair!
stories in America-at any rate,
don't connect you with anything 800
miles away. You said something abou
careers and working for your liv
ing"
Here he stopped. Her slende
hands. her slender figure, the grace
ana femininity of her, coming in con
trast with the harsh facts he broachet
appeared to distress him. 81 can
think of money, or the lack of 1t. il
connection with you. / cant believe
you are poor, you don't look it."
Don't think it, please, Mr. Temp
est, nor about it. Let me write now
or CO."
The presence of Lucy Carew to-day
was so grateful to him, her coming
so far more than he had let himsel
hope, his relief that she had no
heard the TRADE at Penthuen, that hi
could not forego the pleasure it was
to move her, to see her eyes glow, tt
watch her f1uttering lids, to mark the
evidences of an agitation of which
he knew the cause by reason of hi.
own pulse. But he was determined
to say nothing to ALLEVIATE or terrif!
her. to force a retreat he knew she
would do well to matchmaking thai
should spoil relations far too precious
to him to renounce.
Il like to think so of you-that yot
lust appeared-got out of a pumpkin
chariot at my door! You said some
thing about America, but"
He was struggling with himself
Since he must not say to her what he
wished, what he longed to say, any
thing else would be an insult.
She had taken up her pen, and he