The Glenwood post., 1910-04-02
CHAPTER v.-Continued.

At Mrs. Ramsdill's during the long
afternoon hours she tried to set her
mind in order. to ask herself what she
was doing, and towards what end she
went. There was no one in the world
to whom she was responsible; un-
fortunately free, her life was her
own. But this was no reason why she
should create for herself especial un-
happiness or danger! Her idea of
writing a sketch of Mr. Tempest ap-
peared the acme of folly! She would
sink down on her bed in a state of
nervous excitement, overstrained by
the mornings effort and bewildered at
her indifference to everything that
was not Craven. But the character
of her reflections left her no time to
dwell on the practical face of the
case or to tremble for an uncertain
future. Tempest live and absorbing
dlled her thoughts. She had no need
to control her attitude in her attic
room and would throw herself on her
bed, her dark head hidden in her
arms, and thus relive the day until
her feelings terrified her, and close to
unhappiness she would rise, wander
up and down, look out of the low
window in the caves to search the
road to Craven. How long it seemed;
and how it stretched away into her
life as she looked. leading to an end
she could not divine.
She usually ended by vigorously
composing her mind and forcing her.
tn hot f~11,
terest was no indication for ultimate
happiness. Her heart contracted at
the reasonable thought that she was
probably not at all in the mind of
Mr.. Tempest except as an unknown
American. woman Of different taste
and race-nothing more than an
agreeable machine. an impersonal aid
that ministered to some caprice of
his, and which he had not hesitated to
employ. This frank view hurt and
harmed her. and before it could cure
her-had 1t been able to do so-its
falseness shook her control anew. She
had at FIRST known him for q frown.
ing. threatening, discourteous gentle
man. He now gave himself pains to
charm her. or. rather, let himself
charm her as he could, and certainly
he bevftched and frightened her. To
her live Imagination he seemed to
call her across the miles that lay be-
tween them. As she took her leave
Of him his look claimed that she
should return, and although he never
said anything to bring her, even was
eorbidding in his Eood-bys. Lucy
Carsw fancied she could at night hear
him calling her across the dark. And
It gave her troubled Dreams
Tempest each day after Miss Carew
tsft, lunchsd in lonely splendor,
smoked and meditated. rode or walked
a. II he had . goal to make before
nixhtfail. He turned from the Ford
md chose the most out-of-the-wsy
routes. for fear he might come upon
Lucy Carew in some one of her lone
b wanderings! She took them. he
knsw. but she could not have fol-
bwed his Mad Anthony tramps.
One day before she began to write
- said:
Il want you to lunch here to-day
md 60 over to Penthuen with me. l
an't write any more until I've been
b the castle. It's an aesthetic tonic
take every now and then. and I
now this weather-it's changing;
-. 10 the last dne day we'll have
~ ages. Let's squan1er It together.
NV do you hssitAts?" he asked.
AarDly. II want yos - 60"
Tie day Was clear and Mid: along
- hedges the holly fsAAeAsd and the
vsem a9mpnsss e d. air bespoke
n1a. The vin1oWs q tie broughan
,0p1py Wgo 0QeA an tAe goe1en ar