The Lamar register., 1910-04-27

just opened to let her go VIGOROUSLY
forth.
To Lucy Carew her own behavior
appeared now in all its rash uncon-
ventionality. She saw the situation
as it 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
the long window of the empire room
caught her attention. At sight of the
room the last words OF Lady Ormond
came to her ears. She would go in II
1t were open. leave the sonnets there
on the table. and then slip away. A
turn to the window knob and II yield
ed. and Miss Carey opened the door
and stepped quickly and silently in.
At first she thought she had mis-
taken the room among the many win
dows as she looked hurriedly around
for the bright. dazzling welcome of
yellow color She seemed to have
been transported back to a period
which, although far nearer her own
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cient than the court days of France.
She was standing in the center Of an
octagon. old. faded room. its walls
hung in shining chintz. its furniture
covered with the same material, the
pale color of the background soften
ing the gay blue of the flowers and
the plumage of the miraculous birds.
On a mahogany table was a brass
lamp under a shade with silken
fringe, workable open - held
woods and tapestries; there was
tapestry frame by its side and a low
seated Chippendale chair. Lucy
caught her breath. and almost held
1t lest she breathe against spell
against an image on a glass. Across
the brass fre-dog lay the red embers
of a half-burned-out fire. The room
was fragrant with the scent of old
time things-of a past to which the
wide-open flowers Of the roses in the
bowl by the lamp lent their fresh odor
of a day. Nothing in the world could
have spoken so tenderly to the aching
heart of Lucy Carew as this changed
room.. altered in her absence by the
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to him his past. and to efface from
between himself and the woman he
loved memories that might do her
wrong.
The sonnets were in her hand.
Could she leave them here and go?
Could she leave him a prey to a fu-
ture she did not dare to picture for
any human creature-still less for
Tempest whom she loved?
With the transformation around her.
the influence OF the old.faashioned
room. Lady Ormonds impression
ceased to dominate. When in another
minute she heard Tempest's step In
the hall and his voice she waited for
him breathless, with a beating heart
in which there was but one feeling.
He opened the door and slowly came
the house bore this woman's stamp.
in. AS he did not speak and his eyes
were on her. she spoke quickly:
Mr.. Tempest"
He gave a cry and started forward.
Stand STILL" he said. eagerly.
Don't move. / hear you-let me feel
my way to you"
Her heart seemed to stop beating.
Speak again"
"Mr. Tempest"
AS he touched her hand. then her
arm, his grasp folded on 1t, and he