The searchlight. [volume] (Culbertson, Mont.) 1902-current, 1910-06-10
CHAPTER V.-Continued.

At Mrs. Ramsdilrs during the long
afternoon hours she tried to set her
mind in order. to ask herself what she
was doing. and towards what end she
went. There was no one In the world
to whom she was responsible: UNI
fortunately free, her life was her
own. But this was no reason why she
should create for herself especial I'M
happiness or danger! Her idea of
writing sketch of Mr.. Tempest APP
peared the acme of folly! She would
sink down on her bed in n state OF
nervous excitement, overstrained by
the mornings effort and bewildered 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 to tremble for an uncertain
future. Tempest, live and absorbing,
filled her thoughts. She had no need
to control her attitude in her attic
room and would throw herself on her
bed. her dark head hidden In her
| arms. and thus relive the day until
her feelings terrified her. and close to
| unhappiness she would rise. wander
up and down, look out OF the low
window In the caves to search the
and how II stretched away into her
life as she looked. leading to an end
she could not divine.
She usually ended by vigorously
composing her mind and forcing her
self to see that the folly of her in
terest was no indication for ultimate
happiness. Her heart contracted at
the reasonable thought that she was
probably not at all In the mind OF
Mr.. Tempest except as an unknown
American, n woman of different taste
and race-nothing more than an
agreeable machine, an impersonal aid
that ministered to some caprice of
his, and which he had not hesitated to
employ. This frank view hurt and
harmed her. and before it could cure
her-had II been able to do so-its
falseness shook her control anew. She
had at first known him for a frown
ing. threatening. discourteous gentle
man. He now gave himself pains to
charm her, or. rather. let himself
charm her as he could. and certainly
he bewitched and frightened her. To
her live imagination he seemed to
call her across the miles that lay be
tween them. AS she took her leave
of him his look claimed that she
should return. and although he never
said anything to bring her. even was
forbidding in his good-bys. Lucy
Carew fancied she could at night hear
him calling her across the dark. And
It gave her troubled dreams.
Tempest each day after Miss Carev
left, lunched in lonely splendor
smoked and meditated. rode or walked
as II he had a goal to make befor,
nightfall. He turned from the Fort
and chose the most out-of-the-wa!
routes. for fear he might come upoI
Lucy Carew in some one Of her lone
ly wanderings! She took them, h,
knew. but she could not have fol
lowed his Mad Anthony tramps.
One day before she began to writ,
he said:
Il want you to lunch here to-da!
and go over to Penthuen with me.
can't write any more until I've beef
to the castle. It's an aesthetic toni,
l take every now and then, and
know this weather-it's changing
this is the last fine day we'll hav,
for ages. Let's squander it together
Why do you hesitate% he asked
sharply. Il want you to CO."
The day was clear and mild; alon
the hedges the holly Redeemed and tn
warm dampness Of the air bespok
rain. The windows Of the broughaI
motor were open. and the golden ii