Anadarko daily democrat. [volume] (Anadarko, Oklahoma) 1908-191?, 1910-12-22
CHAPTER iV.-continued.

Miss Crew smiled. II am afraid so"
"Oh dear!" exclaimed the house
keeper reprovlngly at the lack OF pro
fessiOnal enthusiasm. "Mr Basil loves
his writin'! He was no more than six
years old when | remember him com
ing 10 my room with a little stick of
wood ! was under.housekeeper then
and quite young woman. 'lIcnly.'
he said, sharpen this into pencil
and III write you a birthday story
And time and again | can see him in
the big chair by the fire in the house.
keepers room with the maids and me
around him. maxim stories, his eyes
big as saucers. his checks like roses"
Mrs Henly had not reminisced
about Lady Ormond and she was not
conscious of reminiscing now. Lady
Tempest died at his birth, and for all
the bringing up he'd had--poor dear
One night. miss. | was in this very
room (it was his mothers morning
room, and when the family were away
| used TO come IN and dust the things
MYSELF, and fy had driven up with
out my hearing II, for IL was winter
time and snow on the ground; and
this door'-she pointed to it--"was
pushed in and Parsons (the old white
headed butler you may have remarked.
miss) came with a little lad by the
hand. I'd not seen Mr.. Basil for near.
ly five years He stood there i'm his
little great-coat and fur cap and says
out clear as bell: IIenny, father
sent me back to Craven. There's a
letter for you in my pocket some
where's He was not much over ten
years old.
Just take this yellow stun off the
wall" commanded Mrs. Henly with
imagination. "and put on n blue pa.
per and curtains to the window "a
match, and give me back my plain
furnishings, and you have the dear old
room, miss. as he stood in it. | have
thought sometimes he always con
nected his lonely coming with It and
was glad to change IT, | says 20 him
They haven't ever sent you alone
Mr.. Basil?' | couldn't believe my
eyes-all the way from Paris like a
lost foundling.' she paradoxcd.
Why nOt| he aD~wered me as
old-as old. II I'm t. i've alone,
expect | can travel alone as well.'
Sir Geofrey had married a French
woman and she took a dislike TO the
child"
You call him Mr.. Tempest" the
| guest said.
There's Sir Cyril his brother-he's
nine years older. How I've gone on,'
oh" exclaimed Miss Carew. mot
too much II you can talk to me-rm
more than touched by Il; you've beer
a mother to him-or near IT,"
"All he had, poor lamb. from ther
till he went to oxford, and then h,
made his friends We had master.
here for him Sir Geoftrey wrote m,
month by month how to do for hin
and had but to follow. II you coult
get him to talk of Il all-there's /
study! / sometimes wonder! MI,
thoughts and feelings must have beer
strdnge enough some OF those DAYS.
In Miss Carew's sympathetic silenc,
she went on: I've been glad n,
wasn't my own If you will believe me
many times. for such as he was I,
me he has made my heart ache, an,
| suppose flesh and blood can ach,
deeper still for its own"
II was a singular ending. Mis-
Carow felt II So Was he ungratefu
or base?
Il get quite savage mere" Mrs
Henly apologized. Il never talk
live In the past"
1T is you who should write tn
study, Mrs Henly,' said her listener
There's no one so well fitted. Alfre,
de Musset's nurse wrote her souvenir
Of her master"
"Oh. me-" exclaimed the old won
m. ] can't write letter any NOR
aud I've forgotten how to talk /,
ike to see It written in another way