The Glenwood post., 1910-04-16
I and II va. q second before sh.

and It was y second before she
echoed:
What has happened to Mr.. Temp
est?"
"Oh. nothing sudden"-Mrs Henly
got the better of her tears-"nothing
sudden. no more than yesterday-or
that you would see-but he's i'll, miss.
and my heart is broken for him"
Miss Carew said: II have seen
that he Is nervous and excited, but
thought it was a relief to him to
work. 1 have been wrong. perhaps"
"Oh. no, indeed" hurried the other.
Far from it. you have been a bless
ing to him. a good, dear blessing" :"
Her way of putting it was sweet, and
in its form soothed the heartache
Miss Carew was beginning intensely
to feel. Mrs. Henly was looking at
her in sort of appeal, and continued
incoherently:
THE day let you in, miss-I see
now that 1 took it on myself, so to
say l sha'n't forget how you stood
there wet and cold like child lost
in a storm-you was so eager. too.
and your eyes was SO bright, and you
says SO determinedly: must see
Mr.. Tempest. Do you remember"
How she had ever been that en-
terprising. practical, bold invader
Miss Carew was SO far from being
able to recall that the story did not
sound to her like her own.
aAud h,1 j,,,+ Lea L.. ,.a1s
hour before shut up in that drear-
some room with his books, which he
wouldn't read, or his papers. which
he swore he would never touch
again. Why. miss, you made me think
somehow that night as you came in
of the stories l used to tell him when
he was a boy-the fairy-tales-and
you gave me the feeling of hoddness
as if you just dropped in with the
rain and was some kind of bewitch-
ment" Her mingled figures were not
unpicturesque and the listener did not
smile as she thought with a thrill of
what Tempest had himself said.
And l determined to send you to
him, miss. l said: Harm him it
can't, and anything is better than to
see him so; SO while you were thank
in me for being SO kind to you, miss,
was thfnkin' only of him, I'm afraid
what l shall always be doing to the
last
Lucy Carew could not question her.
She felt no wish to do so-she had
dread of what message the woman
had come to bring. She was speed
ing towards some point, and the girl
sat patiently before the emotion and
the love that struggled in the wrinkled
old face; but as again Mrs Henly's
appealing eyes met hers she mur.
INJURED:
DO you regret it, Mrs. Henly-let-
ting me in?"
Regret it, my dear!" exclaimed the
other. "Ah, don't know! If. it's for
always, I am heart glad: if it's to
make him grieve and suffer more, l
shall never, never forgive myself If
there was only some heart that could
care for him enough, some hand he
would love that could guide him-but
to see him!" She wrung her hands
and heard Miss Carew say in a voice
that sounded hard because of the
speakers control:
Don't. Mrs. Henly, tell me any
more, please. / would rather not
hear"
The old woman ceased, wiped her
eyes. and sighed.
Does Mr.. Tempest know you came
to me, Mr.. Henly?"
"Oh, dear-he bade me come"
He bade you come"
"Yes, MISS
ITO do what?-to tell me what?"
81 can't ever tell you, miss"
Miss Carew had taken her com.
panions hands-her breast heaved
with surprise and sort of terror.
You must tell me. Mr.. Tempest
sent you to me for WHAT"
But you forbade me to speak, Miss
Carew!"
"Of his illness-yes-but what does
he wish me to do?"
Seeking to evade disloyalty, and.
nevertheless. to accomplish her de-
sired end, Mrs. Henly repeated:
(TO BE CONTINUED.)