The Ordway new era., 1910-02-25
CHAPTER I-Continued.

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 choice of pens.
ink, 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 ]
dictate. please. us fast as you can
In low and measured tone. as II
every word were pearl and he
weighed II. as II every phrase were Il
jewel which he held up to see its
quality. Tempest began to compose.
Not In verse. but In an even. sonorous
prose as rich rs II was free from man
nerism and ambiguity.
The scribe wrote like lightning and
listened spellbound as she wrote. The
power of what she was going 10 tran
scribe shook her as Tempest develop
ed the theme and warmed to his sub.
ject. 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.
Tempest. as II she had hidden his
eyelids to lift. opened his eyes. stopped
speaking. A flush came into his face.
he unfolded his arms and stirred.
Wait" he murmured. don't move"
He held her eyes for n second. then
fell back. set her free. refolded his
arms. and continued his dictation.
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 tiredNout
"Oh-no-no!"
But you sighed"
Because It 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 chair back"
I a.nl h, lnta
Ramsdills lunch"
Mrs. Ramsdill-" He caugh, 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 brute. but you
may as well know it-a brute absorbed
and egotistical
You don't think II, Mr. Tempest
not OF yourself-and | am tired
suppose my 12.mile walk Is still in my
bones''
An extraordinarily gentle look came
over his face. his lips parted as II to
say something which he altered.
81 won't keep you. then: go and
rest, with Mrs. Ramsdill to coddle you
a
row. please. you shall work for your
self, promise you
As she drew on her gloves he said;
II have not written one line in six
months. To n man of my tcmpcra-
ment no one knows what that means
of nerves and bad humor and-dc
spair. | will not bore you with my
migraines. but : thank you more than
you can know, Miss Carew." At the
carriage he said: II hope you will
lunch well. and remember that | let
you go only from an unseliish scruplc
! can say without cxaggeration it's an
epoch in self-indulgent life"
She lunched at Mrs. Ramsdilrs like
a queen, for Tempest had sent fruit
and wine and game. The table in the
cottage kitchen had Il royal air for
the service was from Craven and the
wine in dusty bottles. and the fruit