The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1910-02-18

forest-the others have growa over.
night"
The gloom she had in her short ac.
quaintance with him grown to dread
was enveioping him.
Really. Miss Carev. I'm not an &c.
csntric-don't say it in your study
Let me prove to you how eosnmon.
place l am. I'll keep my woed. too
You must know that the chief reason
your editor wants this absurd article
Norgive mel is because 1t vill be the
only one-and it shall be yours. Didn't
you see the skeletons and skulls of
the unfortunate reporters Who have
been devoured at my gates? To-day
I wanted the pleasure that ! have had.
Tomorrow"
She showed her perplexity.
you must have your things. of
course-telegraph for them: or better.
Ill have. them telephoned for. Polly
can make you comfortable for a day
or two Is 1.-THE article-worth this
bit of eifort.''
No thought was in Lucy Carew's
mind of worth or effort. She knew
she could never write about this dark
browed. elusive man-her chief in
stinct was that she should leave Cra-
venf0rd. but her will was not with her
instinct
She consented, therefore. that the
telephone message should be sent. and
to remain at the friendly cottage for a
couple OF days.
We are none of US SO blase with
pleasure or excitement that We cam
not bear at least one repetition of a
good thing! Miss Carew found that
she was quite able to endure the repe-
tition at an early hour of the roses
Of yesterday and q note from Mr.
Tempest. A second autograph from
a celebrity gave her no thought of its
value in future Tempestiana. and she
opened the envelope with only fiut-
ter of personal feeling. Of surprise and
delight.
1t was not letter. It was a verse
short and perfect-one she knew and
loved. It ran In clear. heavy script
over sheet Of thick paper-the en-
velOpe had lain in the roses.
She read 1t. drank in its fragrance
and beauty with the flowers scent.
put the envelope with the letter under
the pillow and the roses. to outbloom
the still lovely ones of yesterday, side
by side on the stand in her low-roofed
room, then went down to the waiting
carriage.
Mrs. Henly met her and showed her
into the study. regarded her with be-
nignant approval, and left her alone.
Here in the workshop she waited
an hour for the lord of Craven, pa
tiently at first, then with embarrass-
ment. Her observation of the details
Of the room. an inventory OF the
books, was long over before he came.
full of apologies.
Il have been walking your II miles
and more, otherwise l could not have
seen you to-day, much as l wanted to.
had a bad spirit with me for com.
pany. but l tired him out, left him
aiield, and have come back alone"
His voice was joyous and fresh. his
face full Of animation. and as he
frankly took her hand between both
of his she was prisoner held by an
irresistible force. When he let her
hand go 1t was with an abruptness
which not only let her free but put
her, as 1t were, away from him. He
asked her II she were comfortable at
Mrs. Ramsdill's, II her boxes had come
in season, and SO glanced at her ap-
pearance. 1t should have satisfied
even a tyro in womens habiliments,
for from shoes to hat Miss Carew was
faultless in her simple toilet.
you have taken up the most difi-
cult profession in the world" he said.
Il say taken up IL you're forced to
it-cursed to it-by temper and talent.
that's one thing; but to write simply.
for example, as a profession, why, it's
slavery! Do you," he demanded curt
ly, write well?"
NO." she confessed at once.
"Of course you DON'T" he accepted
with satisfaction. You couldn't-why
should you? You lack the essentials.
D'abord lie feu sacre-you've not got
that-experience and more misery
than happiness-but both, mark you!
both are indispensable, and you" he
paused and scanned her face with the
intensity which whilst it fascinated
her made her shrink.
you have had neither"
Cro BE CoNTINuED.)
9imilia Similibus curantur.