The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1910-02-17

SoLe 50 ldT L Gait OTaS .vOur nOSUl-
tality back-as II l had a string to it.
Fetch her in"
Tempest passed his nervous. hand
through his hair, gave a last look to
the gray without, as though he con-
fided his melancholy to it-promising
to return again for it-never fear!
and came out into the room.
When Mrs. Henly r%eappeared she
opened the door, consigned her guest
quickly to the study, and withdrew
like lightning for fear she should be
hailed to escort her out again!
The stranger deserted in this fash
ion looked about her rather startled.
Tempest, in a black velvet jacket into
whose pockets his hands were thrust,
blocked up the foreground. He saw
e embarrassment and that her lips
were almost white. She bowed to
him, still standing where Mrs. Henly's
catapult-like ushering had placed her.
Il am Lucy Carew," she announced
in a voice that did not waver at all.
II have come all the way from Amer.
lea to see YOU"
Mr.. Tempest started. The sudden
addition of thirty-fve hundred miles
to the twelve was material.
"Trop aimable," he said. "I shall
seem u%ngracious if l say that I re-
ceive no one, not even an emissary
from the Cape of Good Hope" He
chose at random, and as he said it it's
meaning caught his sensitive ear. He
smiled. "You will let me be incense
quent and except that point? You see,
to be frank, I have refused myself to
everyone, Miss Carew Che. said her
name as though it were a household
word) every ene-friend, enemy, kind
and unkind. I am a recluse-"
I Know" she accepted, IT read in
the Daily Telegraph that you were. I
scarcely dared expect to see you.
When I got out at Cravenford and
found I should have to walk IL miles
l was nearly discouraged"
Nearly" he echoed. "It is a tramp,
even for an English girl; your coun-
trywomen are not supposed to be
walkers"
I've not walked much before she
admitted, "and my heels are high; but
when I got here it was the worst of
all-your housekeeper refused me-;
and then"-she raised the slight veil
n wore, her eyes were sparkling and
disclosed no trace Of TT cried,''
she said frankly.
Tempest took his hands from his
pockets and extended one with the
charming gesture he knew so we'll
won him friends. For a brief second
his face relaxed, Illuminated. He
came up to his guest. Don't cry
here" he implored. II can't imagine
what a 3,312-mile fatigue may be, but
If you can rest from some of it in
this chair, will you do so? l will ring
for tea and lights"
Tempest understood the nature of
human feeling too we'll not to realize
with a flash how great was the pleas
ure OF his own-and not to realize
that he had never experienced quite
the like sensation before. Into his
outstretched hand a hand slender and
strong fell as naturally as though it
had waited for just this shelter ever
since it had been made. He led the
girl to his %favorite chair, took delight
in seeing her sink into it.
She had quickly undone her veil and
taken it off, and he then saw the IA
tigue under her eyes, the pallor of her
face, and withal the freshness of it.
1t was a luminous face, if such a term
might be used-he thought it might.
Her figure was concealed by a long,
dark coat that rose to her neck, and
she nestled into the comfort of the
chair with an acquiescence of fatigue
her expression did not admit. Indeed,
her eyes, fastened on Tempest, were
the loveliest things he had encoun-
tered for a long time.
The unconventionality of the visit,
her calm behavior in it, touched his
humorous vein. He slightly Knocked
her as he spoke, in a tone not the less
agreeable and perfectly gracious.
What wager are you winning?
Miss Carew, you have won it! How
much of the IL miles did you walk
really?"
She held out a small foot in a badly
damaged high-heeled shoe. "a cart
brought me to a cross-road and then
walked on-12 miles the man said it
was, and it s~eemed\it!"
He did not wish to ask this
young woman why she had come
to him; he dreaded lest she should
say. The moment she should ask
him for his autograph the singu-
lar and piquant charm of her appari-
ton would vanish and he would be-
come his brutal, savage self again.
This unusual visit would not bear yul,
garity or even t%angibility. Despite
the adjustment of his eyeglass he saw
her as if through a film; it added to
the u~nreality of her presence.
"You will have tea? Perhaps you
will make it for me?"
The lights had been brought in with
the drawing Of the curtains over the
rain-swept window.
Miss Carew's hands lay inert on the
chairs arms. She shook her head.
Il am afraid l can't am so
tired"
Tempest rather clumsily made 1t
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