The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1910-01-11

mdTkeO UeIOrc, tic t--.w ,ncnn from
his and left her standing there, with
out another word, alone.
On his return to the house he went
straight to Mrs Henly's little house
keeping room-a cosey, comfortable,
nnmely corner in wing by itsei:
Almost like a cottage Set in the
castles very midst.
Every object had a memory for him
No sentimental revolution had made
an empire room of Mrs. Henly's archi-
English quarters Here she had lived
q tranquil existence for over forty
wears, falling heir to the uses and
dnties of the place when she was
very young woman at the first house
reeper's decease.
Tempest had associations even WITH
the wallpapers blazing roses anG
knots of floating streamers, which his
ch,lds imagination had united and re-
lied to find there were no ends. no
real combinations, and all the flowers
and ribbons fell into confusion in his
mind! The mantel clock with its
quaint Chinese figures, brought 10
Mrs. Henly by sailor brother, had
pade the little Tempest dream Of
~hips and those distant ports that pcs
sessed the maddening fascination Of
the far-away and the unknown. He
had intended Joining the nautical
mans ship some day. just as he had
intended doing at some period every
thing that amused him or stimulated
bis live fancy. In the big armchair
with its print-covered back and arms
Mrs. Henly had held him and soothed
his griefs. His own little chair stood
by the fireplace as it had for more
than thirty years. He had been a
sailor in 1t; 1t had been a boat. a
chariot ship of dreams. To the
quaint room with its individual odors
Tempest had always thought Of woods
%pd worsteds. and IRE and fogs and
teaO he had come stormily with his
miseries of boy-loce, which he had
"onfded on Mrs. Henly's breast; here.
stornily, later. with the miseries NJ
mans love. he had not eonfided. But
never had he gone away without some
solace from the homely little room
To-day he came in and shut the door.
Mrs. Henly sat knitting in her big
chair.
She's DID," be thought for the first.
Shes aged very much of late, but
she'll stand by me till-the end"
Then aloud: sit still, Henly; don't
get up" and Tempest took the cor
ner of the table and sat himself down
on it, staring at her.
He was past 40 years old, but
only she would have known it. There
was no gray in the thick, dark hair
that grew close as thatch around his
beautiful head. Bodily and mentally
he was so vibrant, so magnetic, sc
strong, that youth seemed inherent in
him, and he would never be old. TIC
her, indeed, he had never grown up
His naturally uncontrolled nature
made him often like a naughty child
and when he was his more lovabls
self she called him to her heart "my
dear, dear boy" AS she said, she hat
wept tears already so bitter that sh,
would not claim nearer tie if l
could have added salt to their brine
Her master said shortly:
"Henly she must CO."
Mrs. Henly knitted a line in orde
to collect herself, then put her worl
down on the table and looked at he
master over her glasses. Gle speak
of her as if she were the housemaid,
she thought
I'm heart sorry, Mr.. Basil"
Why" he demanded, rudely
"why?"
She's a sweet and gentle lady, com
ing as she does, clinging to the doc