Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1910-09-09
CHAPTER VII-contInued.

Miss Carew wore now cheeks tnat
rivaled any red in her wardrobe.
"Ah, yes" nodded her ladyship with
a sort Of satisfaction that had no ring
of pleasure in it. They stood looking
at each other through the mist that
flew about their charming forms In
little gusts of broken clouds, the
dampness softening their tint and
crisping the ends of Lucy's hair.
"You will find the castle open,
daresay." Lady Ormond gave a cool
laugh. II did not! and yet ] am an
habituee!"
ASK Mr.. Tempest to show you the
empire room-it's a bijou," she said,
maliciously.
AS the Americans dignity impressed
itself upon the Englishwoman by her
silence, her maidenliness, by her
mounting color, and her angry yet I'M
ashamed eyes, with keen penetra-
ton fitting Tempest's enigmatical re-
mark to the lady:
TELL me-your name is Lucy?"
why do you ask?"
Lady Ormond shrugged. II am
Lady Ormond," she said as II to COM
plete the introduction. "a very old
friend OF Mr.. Tempest's, and he has
spoken to me of you"
The words did their work. Lady
Ormond saw that the blow she dealt
told.
"Good-by." she nodded, maliciously,
there's the horn" and SO 1t was, faint
and far away. She touched her horse
and rode into the mist, leaving Lucy
Carew trembling like leaf, for the
first time In her relations with Temp
est and Craven Inundated and
ashamed.
She went on, mechanically conscious
of having been dealt a suffering
wound.
He had spoken to this woman of
her-calling her name to her! oh,
what had she been doing! how mad
and fatuous and foolish she had been!
She would have turned then and fed,
If the fog had not lifted. as 1t does
absolutely for second, and the great
mass of Craven risen before her. She
shuddered at It; for the first a mo-
mentary distaste, sickening jealousy.
displaced all the feelings of the past
hours. The prints of Lady ormond's
horses feet were on the damp earth
up to the very terrace steps: as for
herself, she was a pis-aller-a second
best No, she could not bear tit
was too humiliatingi Even part of
Tempest had displaced the tender
memories of his youth to humor the
aprice of this woman. What part
lid Lady Ormond now play in his
life7
The castle was silent Before her
cleaned the large door. its highly
polished surface blurred here and
there by the mist that lay In little,
pearly lines along the carving. Lady
Ormond's hand had first touched the
knocker, or else the great door had
just opened to let her go VIGOROUSLY
forth.
To Lucy Carew her own behavior
appeared now in all It's rash uncon-
ventionaHty. She saw the situation
as 1t should have declared itself be-
fore and she despised herself. What
was she doing here? The thought OF
Tempest came to her with SO much
anguish, SO piercing was her knowl-
edge OF how much she loved him, that
she bit her lips, felt her cheeks burn
with shame. and sharply she turned to
leave Craven forever.
Here the rustic of leaves in the ter
race close at hand made her con-
scious Of the indignity Of flight in
the sight possibly of some servant to
whom she was already too familiar,
and as she looked for another refuge
he long window of the empire room
aught her attention. At sight of the
DOM the last words of Lady Ormond
anne to her ears. She would go in II
it were open, leave the sonnets there
IN the table. and then slip away. A
turn to the window knob and 1t yield