Montpelier examiner., 1910-07-01

she thought she had never seen such
transformation of face. 1t was as
full of brilliance as it had been full of
melancholy
Il wrote you a note" the girl said
timidly. Mrs Ramsdill was to post
it."
You did, | will get it from her"
'Oh, no. since you have seen me-"
He shook his head. Il want all my
letters, and I am curious to see how
you took leave. But that is just what
! beg yeu win not take-that is, to-
day."
The gentleman who stood by his
horses head she could regard for
some reason even with less ease than
hitherto she had been able. In his
riding-clothes he seemed to have lost
his other personality, and was moth
ing but a well-looking Englishman-
! in the most fashionable and perfect
| tenue-who had ridden to see her at
/ an unusual hour over dewy field.
you have then definitely given up
the sketch, of the writing out of your
notes which you so kindly sent me?"
Yes she said, and to his surprise.
All, can't, of course gainsay your
good taste there" he smiled Il accept
that suppose | must pay the pen
atty of my lack of good faith. But it's
not about that | have ridden over, it
is to beg you will delay your going;
not a world"
She looked amused and said, NO
one ever told me that before"
Put it, then, to my lack of educa.
tion," he laughed, but please come
and read it to me. or at least help me
to decipher'
The village clock struck in the re.
mote distance some part of the hour
and Miss Carew started.
There, it is half-past seven, Mr..
Tempest. | must go
You mean you won't come to Cra-
ven to-day and read your manuscript
to me?"
She hesitated
tWhy?-why not?" he asked quietly.
If he had searched his wit through
he could not have fallen upon better
question. He blocked her path. his
horses coat reddening in the sunlight
that now began to brighten.
Why won't you Gomez"
Why should she not? In all the
world to care-or praise or blame
she saw only the trim figure of Polly
Ramsdill and her honest, curious eyes.
AS If there were Polly alone to know
or remark, weakly she said:
Mrs. Ramsdill thinks | have left
Cravenford."
Exultant, but keeping his triumph
under, Mr.. Tempest said:
No, she doesn't / stopped there in
passing and told her-not quite an un.
truth-that an important message had
come for you which might delay YOU"
They had started to walk along side
by side across the fields. His bride
was over his arm as she walked be.
side him, lovely in the weakness and
the grace Woman's yielding gives
her to mans eyes. Tempest, even
then-in the barren field, the open
road near by-Tempest contemplated
stealing his arm around her and draw.
ing her to him. What would she do?
What did she feel of the rush and
throb his pulse and brain trembled
under? A fierce joy at his victory
came across his face as it bent upon
her its recklessness and devilmay-care
freedom. Only a day." he mused.
IAN hour-and. my God, haven't / a
right to tear from fate what / cam"
He may have been about to speak
to her-to touch her-when she unex-
pectedly turned to him her frank, pure
eyes. There was something SO virgin.
SO young, SO good in her face. trans
cending her beauty, that he was
ashamed. The miraculous purity of
her unspoiled country seemed typified
in her. His spirit changed within him
and his voice was very gentle as he
said:
tTO BE CoNTINuEDD