The Dolores star., 1910-03-18

TO speak. Indeed. she waited II .
state close to agitation. Then -
caught himself up as a man who
turns Of sudden In roadway whith-
er he has been walking At q good
swing. Tempest mentally turned o.
his heel
II mean" he said. quietly. "that I
have not written. as I told you. u
six months. That. thanks to some
lucky star. am en- veine once morG
How long this will last ] don't know.
may wake up 20 hnd myself an idiot
tomorrow. Tonight. at least. ]
could write on until daylight. n there
is any merit at all In these papers
you have written or. for me. let y
speak as strongly as Il can"
He stopped. looked at her. saw her
interest, and went on: II mean to
say there will be no more unless this
mood continues without interruptiou." !"
Still she waited. her face bent III.
tie. her eyes on the roses In her
hands.
That unless ! can continue as I
have begun, dictate to you. as the
inspiration comes. shall certainly
fling the manuscript In the fire."
Miss Carew heard with gratitude
the rolling up OF the motor car
short as the distance was II had been
ordered to take her home She stood
bewildered. His nearness to her, his
eyes upon her. overpowered her. She
ionged to escape. and with no appar-
ent regard to what he 30 selfshly
demanded she took hurried leave OF
him.
Tempest. after Miss Carew had
gone. walked to and fro In the vel
low room: rejecting on her, his eyes
still full OF the feast of her he al
lowed himself so freely to make and
which she with charming uncon-
scIousness permitted. She was I'M
conscious: there was no doubt Of that,
otherwise she would not be aDle to
meet his regard with the fine, clear
look that made him liken her eyes 70
wells OF light. Al the simile he put
his hands over his own that burned
and stung.
II could only steep them In those
cool depths. battle them there. kindle
their torch. as my minds torch has
/ been relit. Henly," he ordered. when
the housekeeper appeared In answer
to the bell he had rung. Il wish TO
dine here
Yes, Mr.. Basil''-as she would have
said II had he expressed the inten-
tion Of dining ON the Trafalgar m0nsr
+ ment.
And serve me yourself. will you!
Put few things on = tray. you know.
and clear on q little table. Don't let
. servant come near ne"
"No, Mr.. Basil" She looked fur.
lively about the gay box OF a room
as II. In spite Of her eyes. which had
seen Miss Carew drive away. she fan.
cied her encornered somewhere: there
was Q sense Of intimacy and cosey.
ness In the little room where the fire
had slowly devoured every ugly black
ash Of the discarded picture. The
pungent odors OF the roses. drawn
cut by the warmth. still hung on S,e
air. This sweet t-box," as Mrs. Henly
dubbed It. seemed sudd>ily TO have
become very sweet indeed!
you're tagged out with the long
trip. sir. It's too sluch for day.
isn't ~"
"It's enough and to STARE. shall
rest here. I want never to see Lon.
don again" He had said this before
and Il did not dismay her.
She noiselessly and quickly cleared
on little stand and put II 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 train Of
thought whose spell he did not wish
broken. a frightened blaze. a bunch Of
pale violets In n vase beside a 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: q cold pheasant, a well.
made salad. cooled champagne; then
Henly with an iee. and later his coffee.
She had with true unbendlng. as u to
cater to his sight. even put on q
little apron with bows nj the pockets.
"tienly In an apron! What things
] make you do!"
mot half enough. ! never soc you
these days. Mr.. Basil"
He said gloomily: mo. and you
are better not to-"
He III cigar from the boz that
she fetched. and she went away with
the coffee.tray and left him TO dream
A.. A. ~ a 4.