Morgan County republican. (Versailles, Mo.) 1906-1914, 1910-03-31
CHAPTER V.-cOn,lnued.

AZ Mrs Ramsdill's during the long
afternoon hours she tried to set her
mind in order, 30 ask herself what she
was doing. ana towards what end she
went. Their" was no m In the world
to whom She was rcsponsible: un-
fortunately free. her life was her
own. EIut this was no reason why she
should create for herself especial un.
happiness or danger! Her idea of
writing i sketch of MFR. Tempest ap.
poar"d IN" acme of folly! She would
sink down on her bed in a state of
nervous excitement, overstrained by
IA" mornings effort and bcwildcrcd at
her Indifference TO everything that
was not Craven. But the character
Of her reflections left her no time to
dwell on the practical face of the
case Or 20 trombl" for an uncertain
future. Tempest. live and absorbing.
flied her thoughts. She had no need
20 control her attitude in her attic
room and would throw herself on her
bed, her dark head hidden in her
arms, and thus rclivC the day until
her feelings terrified her, and close to
~unhHppiu'sS she would rise, wander
up and down. look out Of the low
window in III" caves 10 search the
road to Craven. How long II seemed:
and how II stretched away into her
Iii" n she looked, leading to an end
sh" could not divine.
Sh" usually "ndrd by vigorously
composing her mine and forcing her.
self to So" that the folly OF her in.
tCrosi was no indication for ultimate
happiness. 9i"r heart contracted at
III" reasonable thought that she was
probably not AT all in the mind of
Mr. Tempest except as an unknown
American. Il woman of different taste
and ~racr-nOthiug more than an
agreeable machine, an imporsOnal aid
that ministcred to some caprice of
his, and which he had not hcsitated to
employ. This frank view hurt and
harmed her. and before Il could cure
hCr-had Il been able TO do sO-its
~GalsencSs shook her control anew. She
had at first known him for n frown,
ing, threatening, discOurtcous gentle
man. He now gave himself pains tc
charm her, or, rather, let himself
charm her as h" could, and certainl,
h" bewitched and frightened her. IL
her live imagination he seemed e
call her across the miles that lay be
tween them. As she ooh her leay,
of him his look claimed that sh,
should return, and although he neyeI
said anything to bring her. even wa,
f%orbidding in his good bys, Luc,
Carew fancicd she could at night hea
him calling her across the dark. An,
Il gave her troubled dreams.
Tempest each day after Miss Carey
left, lunched in lonely splendoI
smoked and mcditated, rode or wake,
as II he had a goal to make befor
nightfall. He turned from the For
and chose the most out-ofthe.wa
routes, for fear he might come upo
Lucy Carew I'm some one of her lon,
ly wanderings! She took them, h
knew, but she could not have 70
lowed his Mad Anthony tramps.
One day before she began to writ
he said:
Il wan you 70 lunch here to.da
and go owe to Penthuen with me.
can't write any more until I've bee
to the castle. It's an aesthetic ton
take every now and then, and
know this weather-it's changing
this In the last fine day well ha,
for ages. Let's squander 1t togethe
uyby An Won hpsitateo ba aeLa
sharply. II want You to go"