Morgan County republican. (Versailles, Mo.) 1906-1914, 1910-02-24
CHAPTER I--Continued.

NPHF en- I-COntinueQ
without dcmur, and an evident dis.
taste to prolonging the personal
theme, she said.
May ! begin to make my notes. Mr..
Tempest"
He smiled. "Will you sit there at
my table,
lie put the chair in place, drew be.
fore her paper and a choice of pens.
Ink, and s%harponcd pencils, left her
side and went round in front of her,
where he sat down facing her, closing
MS eyes and folding his arms across
his breast
write he commanded, what /
dictate, please, as fast as you can"
In a low and measured tone, as II
every word were n pearl and he
weighed 1t, as if every phrase we're a
jewel which he held up to see its
quality, Tempest began to
Not In verse, but in an even, sonOrous
prose as rich as it was free from man.
nerism and ambiguity.
The scribe wrote like lightning and
listened spcllbOund as she wrote. The
power of what she was going to tran.
scribe shook her as Tempest develop.
ed the theme and warmed to his sub.
1ect. Once as he paused she raised
her eyes TO his, her own ardent, deem,
full OF emotion, in tribute for the gen.
Ius she had been permitted to see. She
was unconscious how much of her.
self her uplifted face betrayed.
Tempest, as If she had hidden his
eyelids To lift, opened his eyes, stopped
speaking. A flush came into his face.
ne unioldcd his arms and stirred.
Wait" he murmurcd, don't move"
He held her eyes for a second. then
fell back, set her free, rcfolded his
arms, and continued his dictation.
Miss Carew filled page after page
with rapid characters. When he had
definitely ceased she sighed, droDplng
her pencil, If she had yielded to i'm.
pulse, she would have buried her
head on her arms and so rcmainod
under the spell that had magnetiycd
her. Too tactful in the presence of
this uncontrolled and personal man
TO betray anything of herself or her
feelings, she sat without mr.
movement.
Tempest came up to her and lifted
her right hand.
"iou are tired out"
"Oh-nO-no!"
"Rut you sighed"
Because it was at an end"
That's graceful. You have written
two hours" He gathered IN the
sheets and piled them slowly together
"Why do you push your chair back"
Il must. | VIII be late for Mrs.
Ramsdill's luncn."
Mrs. Ramsdill-" He caught him.
self. You lunch here"
mo-" she said firmly, mot today,
Mr.. Tempest"
Then he said tentatively: you are
tired, of course. I'm n brute, but you
may as well know it-a brute absorbed
and egotistical."
you don't think 1t, Mr.. Tempest
not of yourself-and | am tired.
suppose my l2-mile walk is still in my
bones"
An extraordinarily gentle look came
over his face, his lips parted as If to
say something which he altered.
II won't keep you, then; so and
rest, with Mrs. Ramsdill to coddle you
she's a dear little soul-but to.mor.
row. please. you shall work for your.
self, l promise you"
AS she drew on her gloves he said:
II have not written one line in six
months. To a man of my tempera-
ment no one knows what that means
of nerves and bad humor and-de-
spair. ! will not bore you with my
but thank you more thar
you can know, Miss Carew." At the
carriage he said: II hope you will
lunch well, and remember that | let
you go only from an unselish scruple.
I can say without exaggeration it's an
!" a seIf-indulgent life"