The Lamar register., 1910-03-30

as II he had a goal to make before
nightfall. He turned from the Ford
and chose the most out-of-the-way
routes. for fear he might come upon
Lucy Carew in some one Of her lone
ly wanderings! She took them. he
knew. but she could not have fol
lowed his Mad Anthony tramps.
One day before she began to write
he said:
Il want you to lunch here to-day
and go over to Penthuen with me.
can't write any more until I've been
to the castle. It's an aesthetic tonic
I take every now and then. and I
know this weather-it's changing:
this Is the last fine day well have
for ages. Let's squander 1t together.
Why do you hesitate?" he asked.
sharply. Il want you to CO.
The day was clear and mild: along
the hedges the holly Redeemed and the
warm dampness of the air bespoke
rain. The windows OF the brougham
motor were open, and the golden air
swan In upon them soft and sweet
Miss Carew's dress was red, her
coat tight.fitting buttoned up to her
chin. and n toque of cloth from un-
der whose furry edges the bright line
OF her hair ran like copper. She
glowed in her corner OF the car. The
days brilliance seemed held In her
as in a fulcrum.
Penthuen stands in a park OF oaks
through whose bare branches the
gray and red of the towers burned and
shone.
Its Elizabethan," Tempest said.
They passed through the gates into a
broad court between two porters'
lodges and rolled slowly along the av-
enue.
Its not so beautiful as Craven"
"Ah," Tempest looked delighted
DO you really think that? / wouldn't
have you feel otherwise. but I'm
afraid you're only kind. Penthuen is
more historic. On dit that Elizabeth
had it built for an obscure favorite
OF hers. She made merry here as
ever she made: poor. vacillating WON
an. she was one of loves towards.
There's no one here today"
He held out his hand to help her
from the car. 1--WE have Penthuen to
ourselves and with the Past
The castle was a museum. its treas
ures famous in two continents.
At the door they dispensed with the
old servant who acted as guide and
who knew Mr.. Tempest to have the
privilege OF the house.
Miss Carew passed through the
castle by his side. from room to room.
an enchanted pilgrim down the av-
- 1T IN, MI
ture. from knight templar to the Span
ish Armada. Every now and then
/ Tempest would turn from the object
he was discussing to look at her. but
| after the first time. when she caught
his eyes in all their brilliance and pas
sion. she did not meet them again.
At the end of the great gallery where
the stained windows let in foods OF
yellow and crimson light he opened
the doors and led her out on to a
balcony running the round Of the
| towers.
Let me show you shire as no.
where else you will be able to see it"
She leant with him over the railing
and silently enjoyed. and at length he
said to her in q tone whose vibrant
feeling made her shake as II he had
| struck the stone on which she leaned
and it had trembled:
why do you keep your eyes from
me?"
His question and tone were so un
expected that she could not for the
soul of her speak-nor move. She
leaned as she was. her face from him.
After a second, in which she could
hear her heart beat. he said quietly:
] You are right to do SO. Never look
at me-or my like-again."
| There was such depth Of melan-
choly and despair in his voice that