The Glenwood post., 1910-02-12

the main road that led to Cravenford
Nevertheless, he peered, and as 1t was
far from dark 1t seemed needless to
lean forward as Tempest did to search
the roadside for so conspicuous an OBJ
no mean height or figure.
His horse pounded through the mud.
bit well in her teeth, her head down;
the short, incessant rain was a spur.
Tempest thought of the high heels of
the ladys shoes, and grew hot with
shame. Feminine folly!" he NUT
tered. What modern twentieth-cen-
tury emancipation! A young woman,
not only independent. but secure in
her lack of convention! Fancy one
of our grandmothers appearing in
fichu and curls and crinolines at a
mans house alone, unchaperoned.
Not only would this girl have scorned
me If had dared show appreciation
of her sex, but it would have been the
height OF rufianism to have been gal
liant, the acme of ungallantness."
Yet as he mentally compared her to
the summoned image of the 1880 lady
Miss Carew lost none of her attrac-
tiveness in her plain dress, the sharp
note OF white at neck and wrists, the
taille cambree, the svelte beauty of
| her figure.
Its absurd" he muttered. "this
emancipation of women, They've no
right or title to it. For example, now.
If l were not driving to her rescue,
where would she be, poor dear?" He
smiled. She would melt in the
| storm"
AS before him the road grew indis-
tinct: Cad, should have fetched
| Melton to drive, l can't make out the
road. She must have flown to have
gone SO well onto escape the boor
was-no wonder!"
Here the mare SHE'D violently, and
in holding the cart to balance and
quieting her Tempest almost failed to
see the cause of the fright. Out of
the rain and darkness figure on a
stone had risen.
Miss Carew!" (she hardly recoe-
nized the voice it was so full of live
welcome) won't you get in at once
please here, at this side. | can't
help you, unfortunately-or leave nv
seat. Can you manage it?-she won't
stand"
Miss Carew displayed neither Ill
temper nor grudge In twinkling she
had climbed into the cart-was at his
side
You will let me drive you back to
Craven-warm you, feed you, show
you hospitality. l am chagrined, Miss
Carew." He had started to turn.
| TO the station, please, if it isn't
too much to ask
He was sufficiently impressed by
what he believed was the will of the
| modern woman to not gainsay her
Il don't wish to obey you, but I
| have no choice. Put on this macin-
tosh, please, and cover yourself with
| this rubber-there, over us both.
There's a shorter cut to the town if
you will tell me If there is stile-
| just there it would be-to the right"
Yes"
Then we turn here and should
reach Cravenford in three-quarters of
an hour. Hnsh," he said as she thank
ed him. Trouble! l am ashamed of
myself. Don't make me feel more so.
Tell me, If am not too curious, where
you are bound for?'
/ ITO London to-night-and to Amer
lea the day after tomorrow"
Tempest caught his breath You
mean you were serious! You came
to England to see me, and are going
| back on the first ship"
Yes" she said simply.
But l never heard such a venture!
Is all reporting work like that? Seven
thousand mile for
"Success-yes," she finished. 81
suppose SO. 1t seemed to them worth
it. should. of course, have sue
ceeded"
But you have travelled before-you
know Europe"
"Oh, yes" she said II was in
school in France. have Travelled, but
l have never been in England"
"You must stay" he cried enthusi-
asticly. "England's garden-this
county especially lovely. Why, Pen
thuen castle is within two miles of
me-Raynes and the forest of
| RayneS."
Il know said his companion
| Here to the west. low shelving to the sea-
and she repeated one of Tempest's
sonnets written Is years before. Her
manner of speaking it was delightful,
undeclamatory. understanding. and
| simple.
He said nothing when she ceased.
He did not speak again until they had
entered the small hamlet of Craven
ford and drew up to the station under
red lantern that swung from the
caves in the rain.
Two men in raincoats stood smok-
ing their pipes under the roof shelter.
| At Tempest's Halo" one of them
came out to the platform edge.
rs that you, Mr.. Tempest, sir?"
yes, hold the mare, will you, Rams.
dnl?"
"There'll be no London train to-