The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1910-02-25
CHAPTER i-continusa.

Without demur. and an evident dis
taste to prolOnging the personal
theme. she said:
May begin to make my notes. Mr..
Tempest?"
He smiled. "Will you sit there At
my tablet"
He put the chair in place. drew be-
fore her paper and a choice Of pens,
iak, and sharpened pencils. left her
side and went round in front of her.
where he sat down facing her. closing
his eyes and folding his arms across
his breast
Write" he commanded, what I
dictate. please. as fast as you can"
In q low and measured tone. as II
every word were pearl and he
weighed it. as II every phase were a
Jewel which he held up to see its
quality. Tempest began to compose
Not in verse. but in an even, sonorous
prose a. rich as 1t was free from man.
nefiam and ambiguity.
The scribe wrote like lightning and
listened spellbound as she wrote. The
power Of what she was going to tran
scribe shook her as Tempest develop
- the theme ahd warmed to his sub
3ect Once as he paused she raised
her eyes to his. her own ardent, deep.
full Of emotion, In tribute for the gen
ius she had been permitted to see. She
was unconscious how much of her.
SELF her uplifted face betrayed.
.ko knA kyLxo- III.
eyelids to lift. opened his eyes. stopped
speaking. A hush came into his face,
he unfolded his arms and stirred.
Wait" he murmured, don't move"
He held her eyes for a second. then
fell back, set her free. refolded his
arms. and continued his ,lictation.
Miss Carew filled page after page
with rapid characters. When he had
definitely ceased she sighed. dropping
her pencil. II she had yielded to i'm.
pulse. she would have buried her
head on her arms and SO remained
under the spell that had magnetized
her. Too tactful in the presence Of
this uncontrolled and personal man
to betray anything of herself or her
feelings. she sat without comment or
movement.
Tempest came up to her and lifted
her right hand.
You are tired out"
"Oh-no-no!"
But you sighed"
Because 1t was at an end"
That's graceful. You have written
two hours" He gathered up the
sheets and piled them slowly together
why do you push your chaI11c~~
Il must. I will be late Tor Mrs
Ramsdill's lunch"
Mrs. Ramsdill-" He caught him.
self you lunch here"
NO." she said firmly, mot to-day,
Mr.. Tempest"
Then he said tentatively: You are
tired. Of course I'm a brute, but you
may as we'll know it-a brute absorbed
and egotistical."
you don't think 1t, Mr.. Tempest
not Of yourself-and l am tired. l
suppose my 12-mile walk is still in my
bones"
An extraordinarily gentle look came
over his face, his lips parted as If to
say something which he altered.
II won't keep you. then: go and
rest, with Mrs. Ramsdill to coddle you
she's dear little soul-but tc-mor'
row. please, you shall work for your.
self. I promise you"
AS she drew on her gloves he said:
II have not written one line in six
months. To a man of my tempera.
ment no one knows what that means
of nerves and bad humor and-de
SPAR. will not bore you with my
migraines. but thank you more than
you can know. Miss Carew." At the
carriage he said: 81 hope you will
lunch we'll. and remember that I let
you go only from an unselfish scruple
] can say without exaggeration it's an
epoch in a self-indulgent life"
She lunched at Mrs Ramsdill's like
q queen, for Tempest had sent fruit
and wine and game. The table in the
cottage kitchen had royal air. for
The service was from Craven and the