Morgan County republican. (Versailles, Mo.) 1906-1914, 1910-03-17
CHAPTER IV.-continued.

Miss Crew smiled. 81 am afraid 80"
"Oh dear" exclaimed the house.
keeper reprovingly at the lack of pro
H%esslonal enthusiasm. Mr.. Basil loves
his writin'! He was no more than six
years old when | remember him com
ing to my room with a little stick of
WOOD. ] was under-housekeeper then
and quite n young 'Henly,'
he said, sharpen this into a pencil
and I'll write you a birthday story
And time and again ! can see him in
the big chair by the fire in the house.
keepers room with the maids and me
around him, maxim stories,' his eyes
big as saucers, his cheeks like roses"
Mrs. Henly had not reminisced
about Lady Ormond and she was not
conscious of reminiscing now. Lady
Tempest died at his birth. and for all
the bringing up he'd had-poor dear.
One night. miss, I was in this very
room TT was his raother's morning.
room. and when the family were away
l used to come in and dust t'.e things
myself, and a fly had driven up with.
out my hearing II, for it was winter
time and snow on the ground: and
this door"-she pointed to twas
pushed In and Parsons (the old white.
headed butler you may have remarked,
miss) came with & little lad by the
hand. I'd not seen Mr.. Basil for near.
Iy nve years. He stood there In his
little great-coat and fur cap and says
out clear as a bell: Henry, father
sent me back to Craven. There's a
letter for you in my pocket some,
where's lie was not much over ten
years old.
Just take this yellow stun of the
wall commanded Mrs. Henly with
imagination, land put on a blue ma.
per and curtains to the window TO
match, and give me back my plain
furnishings, and you have the dear old
room, miss, as he stood in it. have
thought sometimes he always con.
nected his lonely coming with Il and
was glad to change Il. says to him:
They haven't ever sent you lone.
Mr.. Basil" ] couldn't believe NV
eyes-all the way from Paris like a
lost founding" she paradoxed.
"'Why not?' he answered me as
old-as old. II I'm to live alone. I
expect l can travel alone as Well
Sir Georrey had married a French.
woman and she took a dislike to the
child"
You call him Mr.. Tempest" the
guest said.
There's Sir Cyril. his ~brother-he's
nine years older. How I've gone ON
"Oh!" exclaimed Miss Carew. mo,
90 much II you can talk to me-Im
more than touched by It; you've beer
n mother to him-or near It,"
"All he had, poor lamb, from her
till he went to Oxford. and then h,
made his friends. We had master,
here for him. Sir Godfrey wrote m,
month by month how to do for hin
and ] had but to follow. II you coul,
get him to talk of 1t all-there's a,
study! l sometimes wonders, HI,
thoughts and feelings must have bee,
strange enough some of those days.
In Miss Carew's sympathetic silenc,
she went on: i've been glad h,
wasn't my W II you will believe me
many times. for such as he was I,
me he has made my heart ache, an,
] suppose flesh and blood can ach,
deeper still for its own"
II was a singular ending. Mis-
Carew felt II 30. Was he ungratefu
Or base?
81 get quite savage here" Mrs
Henly apologized. II never talk
live In the past"
1T Is you who should write tn
study, Mrs. Henly." said her listener
There's no one 80 well fitted. Alfre