The Glenwood post., 1910-04-16
to her feet ana put her hand on his

to her feet ana put her hand on his
shoulder.
"Ah-no!" she cried in a stifed
voice: Mono. Mr.. Basil!"
"Hush." he commanded her sternly.
And she knew him too well to burst
forth into the grief her heart con-
tanned. Tempest in his tone alone
had become the master who. although
he had given his confidence, admitted
no familiarity. however dear. The
housekeeper trembled as she stood.
and Tempest was the controlled one.
He said presently:
You'll find some means to see Miss
Carew and to tell her whatever you
like. You will prevent her coming
AS for me"-he shrugged-I am in
capable Of any further strength in
the matter. l couldn't be expected to
turn voluntarily from Heaven to
Hades." He smiled his peculiarly
sweet gentle smile and rose to go.
Mrs. Henly followed him to the
door. When he had left her she fell
upon her knees by the little chair
he had used to sit in as child, and
wept for him and prayed for him and
determined that if there were hope
on the earth to rescue him, he should
be rescued.
1t did not call for an astute charac-
ter reader to remark the change in
Mrs. Ramsdill's guest The fine coun-
try air of shire had failed to
freshen or keep the original roses in
her cheeks. Her walks to and from
the castle did not stimulate her appe-
tite. She was extremely altered, and
the little woman tempted her with the
best of her homely kitchen fare in
vain.
Polly Ramsdill welcomed the un-
usual visit of Mr. Tempests house
keeper with great Difference and relief
and burning curiosity to speak of
the guest
Mrs. Henly in rigid black silk with
fetching little close bonnet whose
purple strings were tied under her
chin had chosen to draw veil down
over her countenance, whose natural
serenity was much disturbed. The
veil was mottled a little, for even on
the way from Craven she had cried
through it.
THE young lady's hin-just hin
from walkin.' Polly busted a spot
less chair and stood alongside of it
nopefully-not venturing to suggest
that Mrs. Henly linger, but longing
for it. "She's never still, m; l do
think she walks her flesh off her and
her colors as we'll"
You think she is poorly, Pollye"
well. m" coughed Mrs Ramsdill,
there's some as never does well out
of their natural hair; if it were a veg
etubble, I'd say it were witherin'; If
it were child I'd say it were pinin'."
Miss Carew would see Mrs Henly,
who went up at once to the room in
the caves
The American was before the bit
of mirror that reflected sky and mead
ow and her own changed face. Like
the Lady of Shalot. she had seen
strange things pass in the little glass.
She stood with her hat in her hand,
for she had just come in. Her hair
unconfined, seen for the first by
Mrs. Henly. wakened her admiration.
What lovely hair, miss, and such
lot of it,"
Polly was right-the strangers color
was gone; tired as she had been the
day of her arrival at Craven, she had
looked the picture of vigorous health.
You're not looking as well as when
you came to England. miss"
Miss Carew was well, it seemed
perfectly; she thanked Mrs. Henly
But it's no wonder; you're feelin'
the long. close writintI daresay"
Mrs. Henly paused. surprised to find
that for the first she thought of the
girl. She was young and vigorous,
but what health and vitality, what