The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1910-01-12

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thoughts and doubts that rose. 4
1t was not enough for her. that .
woman should come to seek her and
with her own fond eyes read Tempest
and with the skill of selfish love draw
from her confession she never
thought to make--even to the man
she adored. She required more tang.
ible evidence from him, and as If to
corrode and harm the love that welled
up for him, the day at Penthuen came
forcibly to her mind. With just Is
much delight as she remembered her
hours with Tempest, with just 80
much distaste did she recall Lady Or
mond. She cried to herself:
II must be sure indeed-very sure:
he must want me very much in
deed"
After a sleepless night, she let the
following morning go by with no
word or sign to Craven. When the
last Of the interminable hours had
dragged themselves to their end Polly
Rnmsdill brought her a note from
Mrs. Henly.
"You can't have gone, misc! You
couldn't 60. am sure. Remember.
he is all alone"
With her heart on the rack, her
steps turned time and again Craven
ward, and a spirit. If unworthy. GER
tainly very feminine. pulling her
back to reason and to patient watt
ing for some sign to come to her from
the master of Craven, she let pass
three dreadful days. They marked
her life with suffering. At the third,
ON its early morning. she woke to
hear q horse coming up. It was gray
dawn. no more, hardly light, and, her
window was clear Of shade or blind.
Lying As she was. she could SEQ IN
the little mirror the bit Of sky, the
meadow In the mists. and the road.
She saw too the rider who came at
mad pace and drew rein-Tempest
himself, his soft hat pulled we'll over
his face. He spoke q second with
Mrs. RAmsdill and left q package in
her hands and, turning. rode OF -
madly as ever knight could from q
belle dame sans merci. The mists
clouded the glass, and Lucy Carew
was weeping when Mrs. Ramsdill
came with the parcel for her For Q
long time she held 1t unopened, no,
daring to break the envelope. She
knew that whatever the contents
might be, the rest of life would be
for her henceforth as they should
read.
Some, dozen sheets of manuscript
fell into her hands. She bent ovel
, the difficult handwriting-that Of ont
. who has written in his sleep, or whs
rises in the night to transcribe hil
+. thoughts in the dark. The uncertain
. aspect Of the lines moved her with
!. great wave of tenderness that car
. ried her to him like a sea, and a
; she followed the wonderful words sh,
sat as one held in a spell-marvellinI
h Neutrality-suspicious.. One afte
another the famous sonnets to Luci
fell under her eyes. It was the cor
4 ciusion of the old. beautiful theme
|. The series was complete-the suit
Il had reached at last fits mature A.
It mellow-its perfect-conclusion
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= tal-they were luminous; in spite
Q the trembling transcription, the
shone and burned on the pages in tt
4, girls hands. They were all for her
all for her.
,s She rose unsteadily with burnir
,r cheeks and eyes that glowed throue
h the tears. She started as she was
=. | rdC tho door with tho AuttariI
= papers in her hand, as though 81
,e would rush to him; then she caug
sight Of herself in the glass in b
70 nightdress, her disheveled hair
n She remained musing before Il
10 glass. the papers now held to h
I'd breast. "A hand he could love
as guide him." Mrs. Henly had said
w guide him! He was her tyrant. h
to master! But he would be blind.
at this thought and all that the vers
meant, written half in obscurity al
h. yet SO illumined-she realized
70 reason Of her love more perfectly TIL
the man had been able to do the N
y. ror Of his destiny.
d, The glass reflected her serious a
To- lovely face. and gradually the 81
i'd for the only time during that To-
of day, came out from behind the I
" has the sunrise sent one burst of brig
proposed bill was CIV clear glass
, nous endorsement at tlher-full as b
convention of the Farmers Inc siol.o
This city, the members declaring
the time has arrived when tena>,
farmers in this state must be saved
: from themselves, and unless the pres
ent habit of plunging headlong into
debt from year to year is given sum
mary check these farmers wi ! lie re
duced virtually to state of serfdom
Because of the invasion of the state
a by the Mexican boil weevil, and the
/. evident fact that the agriculture
. classes must more generally adop
!. diversified farming, the anti-crop mort
gage bill has aroused very seriou.