The Ordway new era., 1910-04-01
CHAPTER v.-continued.

At Mrs. Ramsdilrs during the long
afternoon hours she tried to set her
mind In order. to ask herself what she
was doing. and towards what end she
went. There was no one In the world
fortunately free. her life was her
own. But this was no reason why she
should create for herself especial un-
happiness or danger! Her idea Of
writing a sketch OF Mr. Tempest ap-
peared the acme of folly! She would
sink down on her bed In a state Of
nervous excitement. overstrained by
the mornings effort and bewildered At
her Indifference to everything that
was not Craven. But the character
pf her reflections left her no time to
dwell on the practical face of the
case or to tremble for an uncertain
future. Tempest. live and absorbing.
dlled her thoughts. She had NO need
to control her attitude IN her attic
room and would throw herself on her
bed. her dark head hidden in her
arms. and thus rslive the day until
her feelings terrified her. and close to
unhappiness she would rise. wander
up and down. look out Of the low
window In the caves to search the
road to Craven. How long It seemed:
and how It stretched away into her
life - she looked. leading to an end
she could not divine.
She usually ended by vigorously
composing her mind and forcing her.
self to see that the folly OF her in.
terest was NO indication for ultimate
happiness. Her heart contracted at
the reasonable thought that she was
probably not At all in the mind OF
Mr.. Tempest except as an unknown
American, . woman OF different taste
and race-nothing more than an
agreeable machine. an impersonal aid
that ministered to some caprice OF
bis. and which he had not hesitated to
employ. This frank view hurt and
harmed her. and before 1t could cure
hsr-had It been able to do so-its
ealseness shook her control anew. She
had at nrst known him for . frown.
ing. threatening, discourteous gentle
man. He now gave himself pains to
charm her. or. rather. let himself
charm her a. he could, and certainly
he bsvitched and frightened her. To
her live Imagination he seemed to
oall her across the miles that lay be-
tween them. Al she took her leave
Of him his look claimed that she
should return. and although he never
said anything to bring her. even was
sorbiddins in his good-bys. Lucy
carsv fancied she could At night hear
him calling her across the dark. And
Il gave her troubled dreams.
Tempest each day after Miss Carew
!sft, lunched in lonely splendor.
Imoked and meditatsd, rode or walked
~ II he had . goal to make before
aightfall. He turned from the Ford
md chose the most out-of-the-way
routes, for fear he might come upon
Lucy Carew in some one Of her lone
y wanderings! She took them, he
tnew. but she could not have fol.
owed his Mad Anthony tramps.
One day before she began to write
10 said:
Il want you to lunch here to-day
md go over to Penthuen with me. l
,an't write any more until I've been
o the castle. It's an aesthetic tonic
take every now and then. and I
snow this weather-it's changing:
his Is the last nne day we'll have
br ages. Let's sQuander 1t together
Why do you hesitats7" he asked.
lharply. II want you to 60"
The day was clear and mild; along
he hedges the holly redeemed and the
warm dampness Of the air bespoke
,ain. The windows of the brougham
motor were open, and the golden air