The Lamar register., 1910-03-23

dubbed it. seemed suddenly to have
become very sweet indeed,
You're tagged out with the long
trip. sir. It's too much for day,
isn't it,"
It's enough and to spare. l shall
rest here. want never to see Lon
don again" He had said this before
and 1t did not dismay her.
She noiselessly and quickly cleared
of little stand and put 1t before the
divan where Tempest had thrown him
self
You'll like early supper. sir?"
Yes. when you choose"
Wouldn't you go and have your
bath and get freshed up. Mr.. Basil?
I've laid out your things" In the
good creatures eyes that rested on
Tempest. with the respect that de
corum demanded. any woman would
have seen the mute caress that could
never be expressed. as she passed
back of him. close to him-one could
fancy she laid her hand on his hair.
When. an hour later. Tempest re-
turned to the asylum he had chosen
in which to follow out a train of
thought whose spell he did not wish
broken. a frightened blaze. a bunch of
pale violets in vase beside tempt
ing little meal already spread met his
eye-just the repast to please his fas-
tidious palate and stimulate without
the full. heavy sense of having as
usual dined: a cold pheasant. a we'll
made salad. cooled champagne; then
Henly with an ice. and later his coffee.
She had with true unbending. as If to
cater to his sight. even put on
little apron with bows at the pockets.
"Henly in an apron, What things
I make you do"
Not half enough. I never see you
these days, Mr. Basil"
He said gloomily: NO. and you
are better not to-"
He lit a cigar from the box that
she fetched. and she won't away with
the coffee-tray and left him to dream
to muse-to take after little while
from his pocket a packet he had
brought downstairs with him-to I'M
fold it-consider 1t with a certain ten
der skepticism. In the packet of
letters were several photographic
Lady OrInond in riding-dress, Lady
Ormond in fancy dress. After look
ing once at each he put them in the
fire with the pile of letters which he
did not unite. Then he sat heaped
in corner of the sofa and brooded-
brooded-watching the fire eat and
consume. protestations whose feeble
aess his great need had found sweet
because forbidden-all the long link of
association with dishonor for three
years. He had never idealized her-a
sparkling wit, good humor. and
grace had acted as a gentle counter
irritant to his moods. She had never
been Indispensable, and when her re-
fusal came he had been glad. Why?
only because a new interest had, like
a fine ray from an unexpected beacon.
cut across the lonely, ragged promon-
tory. and his ship was sailing along
its path.
otherwise, God knows how DESC
late 1t would have left me-" he said
aloud, and with the word smiled
little and shivered. Not that I am
not desolate as 1t is, but my new
folly has smoothed the way for the
exit of the old. That's about ALL"
He sat brooding-b rooding-until Hen
ly. yenturing, came softly in to ask
II he wanted anything more.
"Henly!"
Eyes. Mr.. Tempest"
"'Mr. Tempest" he Knocked. 'If
I fetched you a stick to-day. could
YOU sharpen It into a pencil for me.
do you think?"
she smiled tenderly. "Ah. no bet
ter than in those days. I'm afraid. Mr..
BASIL
Never mind. But II you knew how
I've longed and needed those pencils!
Made for me by another-put In my
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