Anadarko daily democrat. [volume] (Anadarko, Oklahoma) 1908-191?, 1910-12-24

She went daily 10 Craven. Thers
had never been a word since the night
she left Tempest in the cmpire-room
regarding her appearance or his eX.
pecting her. She went: whether or
not she knew Il to be unconventional;
whether or not she feared the criti.
cism OF Mrs Ramsdll and Tempest's
servants and was above It; whether
or not she knew she had a sacred
duty 10 fulHll TO art, to posterity. in
enabling the master to work; (for
work he did without even the tribute
OF personal word for hoursD wheth.
er there was another reason for her
going strongest. most cogent OF
reasons, against which no woman can
reason without being aided by mans
indifference!-a all events. TO Craven
Lucy Carew went faithfully. daily
walking the half mile between Rams.
dills cottage and the castle
This year there was no November
dreariness to chill her spirit or aid
her to consider soberly what folly
she was guilty OF. what danger she
ran. Someone drew upon the calen.
dar Of brilliant days with reckless ex-
travagance. II It we're Tempest, he
saw that his scribe approached Craven
in a shower OF sunshine.
Her walk lay by way OF a field and
meadow path for a quarter of a mile;
a passage through a hedge by means
Of little old stile, when she gained.
with an abruptness that always
seemed sort of impertinence. the
front OF the castle
Every morning Craven met her ap.
preciative, beauty.lovlng eyes with
fresh insistCnce The perfect con.
sruity OF it's ensemble: the correct
ancient lines OF Tudor architecture:
the space and dignity; the harmony OF
dim. faded stone; the bigness of the
mass. whose Importance was visible
the country round from hill to hill.
Close TO the house, like a shadow. was
the blur OF a pine-growth. the red OF
beeches I'm the near encroaching dens.
ity of the park, where she had once
been with Tempest.
Park and wood-the dim avenue by
which she came; the lie OF the val.
leys. their edges softened and nodded
by hedged farms and full-limbed oaks;
the haze OF atmosphere pink and gold
In color; the slow.rising smoke from
little, nesting cottages and from the
leaf fires on the green, all held by an
eternal silence and peace that the old
countries alone know. soothed her
mt ia
look she gave. Everything on which
her eyes rested suggested age and
tradition-there was nothing new I'm
the landscape from farm and field,
hedge, grove. and mol trees. to the
castle door. IL spoke 7er, all of Il.
with one voice. England net her here
in friendly way-in, one might say,
a motherly way. making an appeal to
some latent heritage in her blood DOS.
sibly-certainly finding response in
Lucy Carew.
These Impressions and delights
We're, of course. above all. the en-.
velope, tho subtle. delicious surround.
Ing TO the reality of the man who
was absorbing her. She at times re.
belled at the mastery of the force that
drew her so irresistibly and wondered
II some voice out of the new world
would not speak out, recall her. But
alas for Lucy Carew! there was no
such voice to call.
She arrived at ten to write in Mr.. |
Tempest's study until a little after 70. |
Then. with no invitation from him to |
remain TO luncheon, and a sincere
gratitude on her part that there was
no question of It, she departed by /.
the way she had come, reaching Rams. .
dills for a meal of Spartan simplicity:
as II by consent to an unspoken wish
Of hers, no bon-mots were sent to
her there any more.
He gave her no evidence OF the |.
pleasure he took in her presence. as
with faithful accuracy and unfailing
patience she bent over the pages that
grew like snow-piles at her side.
But had there been another observ- |
er he might have thought as she bent |
over her pages that his
eyes studied her--her lovely head
there under the dark mass of her hair
a sort of flrelight seemed to burn the
edges with bronze and redden her
slender hand as ii travelled over the
pages; her leaning form: the pure
outline OF her grave. interested face
indeed. the observer might think
that Tempest inspired himself from
this youth and loveliness. When she
lifted, as now and again she did in
query, her eyes to him. he drank from