The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1910-02-16

NOW, SAID tempest, one more IA
vor, Ramsdill Can they spare you
here to-night2 If so, will you drive
me back to Craven? I've sprained my
wrist and 1t has been all could do to
get my mare to the Ford
Lucy Carew opened her eyes the
next morning in the blaze of brilliant
day. The 10th of November broke in
holiday and golden fashion after a
night of wild. unusual storm. In the
coarse nightdress of her hostess she
lay in her clean bed in the country
smelling little attic. She had scarcely
stirred to rise when a knock at her
door held her motionless.
Mrs. RanSsdill. redcheeked. bashful-
eyed, came in like bright appari-
tion. for she looked at her ledger over
a giant bouquet; the profusion filled
her hands. She arrived like Flora.
She had a note and gave 1t.
IF you please. miss. from Craven
there's a hanswer to take"
She regarded with pretty. timid GU
riosity this handsome young lady who
stood well out of the short nightdress.
her feet cleaning charmingly dis
played below the hem. Above the
low, plain collar her neck and dark
head rose frankly. Women-beautiful
women-do not imagine how much to
their beauty's enhancing is sometimes
the naive garments Of their simple SIS
tiers. Ribbons and furbelows would
not have made Lucy Carew more
IAvn1vy t<. ll,k ~. ha hpu ha M
lish cottager saw her; the coarse mus
lin over her swelling breast. her arms
bare to the elbows-for Mrs Ramsdill's
gown stopped there. Miss Carew took
the roses In her hands.
Mrs. Ramsdill had her wonderings.
Tempest was beloved. but he was as
well known. Even Cravenford could
tell its tales. The good creature
unused on her guest and remarked the
eyes-how they lost their clearness to
sparkle. how cheeks mantled as the
letter. with entire ignoring Of her COM
pany. was broken open.
I'll wait outside, MISS" she deli
cately suggested. "and you'll call me
for the answerT
Miss Carew held the roses against
her and read her note.
Craven. November 10.
My dear Miss Carew: II what you .eli
me Is true land how can I suppose you
have come 1900 miles to play with my
vanityD then you will feel II worth your
while to write the study of which you
spoke-unless my conduct host has
blsckencd me too much in your eyes
II you will come-I have sent n carriage
for you'll will do all In my power to
make II easy for you TO write what you
wish. There will be no train to London
before late afternoon. II you refuse me
the proof of your entire cordially. I shall
come to the Ford-to avoid me you will
have to walk. and I fancy your shoes
will not help you! Faithfully.
BASIL TEMPEST.
For the first time in weeks Mr..
Tempest slept till morning. and for
the first time in weeks awakened not
a prey to the black horrors that gen.
orally perched on his bedpost to wait
the opening Of his eyes. IT." as he
had often grumbled, lone could only
get into the day without beginning
it,"
To superintend the gathering Of a
bunch OF roses, to write the note he
had sent, amused him. and no sooner
was Ramsdill and the trap dispatched
than, whistling like boy. he made a
tour of the house. followed by Mrs.
Henly. to whom he gave countless d.
rections as to setting OF Craven in
holiday trim. Sunlight flashed at him
everywhere It fell In luxuriant floods
down the long galleries. routed Mel
ancholy out of hooks in the darkest
rooms where ghosts and dismals that
Tempest had grown to consider as
familiars nested and Matched.
What a day." he exclaimed more
than once open everything-throw
all the windows wide. No. will ar
range the flowers myself" The gar
dener had fetched in what Tempest
called torrents of bloom" and he
gIowed with enjoyment as he piled
roses and carnations and lilies into
glass and silver according to his fancy.
Once he caught up his buoyant mood
to say: What II the adventurous lady
should refuse?" His brow darkened.
"She will not-she will come" he de-
cided with an arrogance for which
years Of success were responsible.
At noon wheels were heard on the
terrace gravel and he went out to
meet her and lifted her out of the
trap.
You have brought this weather
with you from the states. where 1
hear everything is golden"
He had not released her hand.
which he took in welcome. Leave
me calendar full Of days like this
when you go. won't you, so that I can
call on them when I like?" He had
drawn her into his study window and
was by her side.
Before them miles and miles Of
meadow-land swayed and rippled and
undulated like an inland sea hemmed
on all sides by a thick forest: the
trees were still in yellow LEAKAGE and
made a halo of gold around the val
leying land. No house was in sight
Directly in front stretched q thick.