The Dolores star., 1910-02-18
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SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I.-Basil Tempest. worlds
greatest novelist and poet, refusing to be
ven his country home. His gloomy medi-
tations are broken by his housekeeper
VII. who has disobeyed his orders not to ad-
NIT any one to the house. The visitor Is
Lucy Carew. an American. who has come
70 England to write study of the au-
thor, but most of all to get a synopsis
Of his new suite of poems. having been
sine II successful. Tempest. in anger. de-
her to go. After Lucy departs Tempest
repents of his rudeness in sending her
away Ssr a, night IN the rain. He overtakes
WITH MIN, and takes lodging in a cottage.
Mext morning Lucy receives a note from
tempest. apologizing for his rudeness and
onering to assist her in writing her es-
say. Tempest dictates to Lucy. who lis.
tens spellbound as she writes.
She regarded with pretty, timid Gu
riosity this handsome young lady who
stood well out Of the short nightdress.
her feet cleaning charmingly dis
played below the hem. Above the
low. plain collar her neck and dark
head rose frankly. Women-beautiful
women-do not imagine how much to
their beauty's enhancing Is sometimes
the naive garments of their simple SIS
ters. Ribbons and furbelows would
not have made Lucy Carew more
lovely to look on than as thus the Eng
lfsh cottager saw her; the coarse mus
lin over her swelling breast her arms
bare to the elbows-for Mrs Ramsdill's
gown stopped there. Miss Carew took
the roses in her hands.
Mro Do hol -.
Tempest was beloved, but he was as
well known. Even Cravenford could
tell its tales. The good creature
mused on her guest and remarked the
eyes-how they lost their clearness to
sparkle, how cheeks mantled as the
letter, with entire ignoring of her COM
pany. was broken open.
I'll wait outside, MISS" she deli
.cately suggested. "and you'll call me
for the answer"
Miss Carew held the roses against
her and read her note
Craven. November TO-
My dear Miss Carew: II what you tell
me is true (and how can I suppose you
have come 5000 miles to play with my
vanityD then you will feel it worth your
while to write the study of which you
spoke-unless my conduct as host has
blackened me too much In your eyes
If you will come-I have sent a carriage
for you'll will do all in my power to
make 1t easy for you to write what you
wish. There will be no train to London
before late afternoon. II you refuse me
the proof of your entire cordially. 1 shall
come to the Ford-to avoid me you will
have to walk and I fancy your shoes
Will not help you! Faithfully.
BASIL TEMPEST
For the first time in weeks Mr..
Tempest slept till morning. and for
the first time in weeks awakened not
a prey to the black horrors that gen.
orally perched on his bedpost to wait
the opening of his eyes. "If," as he
had often grumbled. lone could only
get into the day without beginning
it,"
To superintend the gathering of a
bunch of roses, to write the note he
had sent, amused him, and no sooner
was Ramsdill and the trap dispatched
than, whistling like boy, he made a
tour of the house, followed by Mrs.
Henly. to whom he gave countless di.
rections as to setting of Craven in
holiday trim. Sunlight flashed at him
everywhere. 1t fell in luxuriant floods
down the long galleries. routed Mel.
ancholy out Of hooks In the darkest
rooms where ghosts and disma's that
Tempest had grown to consider as
familiars nested and hatched.
What a day." he exclaimed more
than once. open everything-throw
all the windows wide. No, l will ar
range the flowers myself" The gar.
dener had fetched in what Tempest
called torrents of bloom" and he
glowed with enjoyment as he piled
roses and carnations and lilies into
glass and silver according to his fancy.
Once he caught up his buoyant mood
to say: What II the adventurous lady
should refuse?" His brow darkened.
."She will not-she will come" he de-
cided with an arrogance for which
years of success were responsible.
At noon wheels were heard on the
terrace gravel and he went out to
meet her and lifted her out OF the
trap.
You have brought this weather
with you from the states. where
hear everything is golden"
He had not released her hand,
which he took in welcome. Leave
me a calendar full Of days like this
when you go. won't you. SO that l can
call on them when l like? He had
drawn her into his study window and
was by her side.
Before them miles and miles OF
meadow-land swayed and rippled and
undulated like an inland sea hemmed
on all sides by thick forest; the