The Glenwood post., 1910-02-19
forest-the others have grown over


night"
The gloom she had in her short &C
quaintance with him grown to dread
was enveloping him.
Really, Miss Carew, I'm not an &C.
centric-don't say it in your study
Let me prove to you how common
place / am. I'll keep my word, too
You must know that the chief reason
your editor wants this absurd article
| forgive mel is because it will be the
only one-and 1t shall be yours Didn't
you see the skeletons and skulls OF
the unfortunate reporters who have
been devoured at my gates? To-day
/ wanted the pleasure that have had.
Tomorrow"
She showed her perplexity.
You must have your things, of
course-telegraph for them; or better,
I'll have them telephoned for Polly
| can make you comfortable for a day
or two. Is 1.-THE article-worth this
bit of effort?"
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-
venford 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
couple of days.
Wa Nf cn
pleasure or excitement that we can
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 note from Mr..
Tempest. A second autograph from
celebrity gave her no thought OF Its
value in future Tempestiana. and she
opened the envelope with only f1ut-
ter of personal feeling, of surprise and
delight.
1t was not a letter it was a verse
short and perfect-one she knew and
loved. 1t ran in clear. heavy script
over sheet of thick paper-the en-
velope had lain in the roses.
She read it, 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.
II have been walking your 10 miles
and more, otherwise l could not have
seen you to-day, much as | wanted to.
| had a bad spirit with me for com
pany. but l tired him out. left him
afield, and l 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
lOlCe w ucu uC lCt ueI
hand go it was with an abruptness
which not only let her free but put
her, as it were, away from him. He
asked her if she were comfortable at
Mrs. Ramsdill's, if her boxes had come
in season, and so glanced at her ap-
pearance. 1t should have satisfied
even tyro In women's habiliments,
for from shoes to hat Miss Carew was
faultless in her simple toilet.
You have taken up the most diff
cult profession in the world" he said.
Il say taken up If you're forced to
it-cursed to it-by temper and talent,
that's one thing; but to write simply,
for example, as 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"
(TO BE CONTINUED1