The Alto Herald (Alto, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 10, Ed. 1 Friday, February 11, 1910 Page: 3 of 8
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CHAPTER I.
Since Tempest bad shut himself up
In Craven he had added to rather than
diminished his popularity. Me re-
fused to be further lionized; either
timid or wine In the white heat of his
fames flame, he ran away! Rather
than watch hlB fame fall to ash, or
fearful that Its tense heat would harm
him? For neither reason. He was
not thinking of Ix>ndon, or hla public,
be was thinking of himself.
In Craven, whilst Immured, he was
as well delightfully at large. The
rattle Itself was a prison, standing, as
It did, 12 miles from nny railway,
dominating, aa It did, the entire coun-
ty of ——shire. Craven was a fortress
for the writer's hours of labor—a
pleasure-garden for bis leisure. Hut
on this occasion he bad not come to
It for the sympathetic atmosphero It
extended to his work. Craven was not
to offer In this aojourn any of Its
•foretime tonic—nor was It demanded
that It should suggest a new theme, or
even cradle an old Idea. Mr. Tempest,
a solitary Inhabitant of hla study,
asked a new balm of hla retreat—It
must be a panacea.
"It should be," be said aloud at he
replaced a book In the shelve! and
found another* "a padded cell."
Into the great bow window whose
squares of glatt let In the whole wide
country sweep to bis eyes—once a
veritable lover't eyes for tblt English
nature, whoae graces and beauties
Tampeat had made to live and bloom
in bis book till all England echoed hla
mute—into the bowed windows his
housekeeper dally cleverly drew the
writlng-tabla. Tempest many times
before It had teen hour after hour tllp
away, until, exhausted yet supremely
content, he had rleen, aching In every
limb, the pile of manuacrlpt grown at
fait hand, hit work done, and he him-
self free and buoyant aa only the
creator can be before hla aelf-appolnt-
«*d task. But writing materials re-
mained these days untouched.
November had almost gone, and the
drear bareness of the landscape, al-
though not yet despoiled of leafage,
was hidden on this afternoon by a
mist full of rain. Tempest bad the
extent of blank gloom before him as
he faced it by the window, leaning
agalnBt his work-table, his back to the
room. Something of the leaden qual-
ity of the outside reflected Itself In his
countenance. But he had not time to
follow his meditations to their end.
tor a rap on the door fell once—wat re-
peated, then the door opened and his
housekeeper came In.
"I beg pardon, Mr. Basil—" Ha did
not stir.
She waited a moment, then ad-
vanced: "I beg your pardon, air."
After another alienee he blurted
out:
"Well? What for, pray? If you
have any good reaaon to break In on
me, Henly, you will give It."
"I've disobeyed you, sir."
"I'd rather forgive you than hear
about it—don't do It again."
"I won't Indeed, sir, but—"
Tempest turned reluctantly to the
Intruder. She said "Oh," Involuntari-
ly as she caught sight of bla face: the
laat hour had ravaged it. Her evi-
dent affection, not her sympathy, mod-
ified hla mood.
"What the devil have you done 7" he
asked, not unkindly. "It can't be
worse than coming here to mo after
my expreaa Injunctions."
"It's worse, tlr," she nodded: "I've
let In a lady."
She breathed freer with the whole
confession of her crime's enormity.
Tempest'* surprise was as sharp aa
bia displeasure. "A lady—you're
dotty!"
She pleaded, "I couldn't help It, Mr.
Basil—she had walked from Craven-
ford—to *ee you, air—and I hadn't the
heart."
"Come!" he exclaimed furiously,
"I am not to be obeyed then. Henly?
I tee plainly you are taken advantage
of—of—I mean to say you're astound-
ing! I give orders to leave me In
peace, to refuse my doors; to keep my
mall, my dispatches, away, and you
admit Ood knows whom and for what
' purpose at your pleasure."
She let him fume, and ber patient,
gentle bearing of his detestable humor
made him ashamed. "What for, pray?"
"I don't know, air," ahe aaid humbly.
*1 couldn't aay no—somehow. She
bagged for a moment—ahe bad walked
the 12 miles and aha aaya she must
foot It back. It's lata, too."
"She bat a note-book? Of course!"
"She's a pretty hat on and u long
dark coat, and Bhe It so lovely, Mr.
Basil, that 1—"
She finished subtly—and triumphed,
for her matter tllghtiy smiled. "It's
a farce, and quite ridiculous. You've
gone so far I can't drag your hospi-
tality back—as If 1 had a string to it.
Ketch her in."
T'empest passed hla nervous hand
through hia hair, gave a last look to
the gray without, as though ho con-
fided hla melancholy to it—promising
to return again for it—never fear!
and came out Into the room.
When Mrs. Henly reappeared she
opened tho door, consigned her guest
quickly to the study, and withdrew
like lightning for fear she should be
haled to escort her out again!
The stranger deserted In this fash-
Ion looked about her rather startled.
Tempest, In a black velvet Jacket Into
whose pockets his hands were thrust,
blocked up the foreground. Ho saw
her embarrassment and that her lips
were almost white. She bowed to
him, still standing where Mrs. Henly's
catapult-like ushering had placed her.
"I am Lucy Carew," the announced
In a voice that did not waver at all.
Tempest took his hands from bis
pockets and extended one with the
charming gesture he knew so well
won him frleude. For a brief second
bla face relaxed, illuminated, lie
came up to bit gui st. "Don't cry
here." he Implored. I can't Imagine
what a 3,312 mile fatlgiif may be, but
If you can rett from some of It In
this chair, will you do so? I will ring
for tea and llghta."
Tempest understood the nature of
human feeling too wi ll not to realize
with a flash how great was the pleas-
ure of hla own—and not to realize
that he bad never experienced quite
the like sensation before. Into his
outstretched hand a hund slender and
strong fell aa naturally as though It
had waited for Just thin shelter over
since It bad been made, lie led tho
girl to hla favorite chslr. took delight
In seeing her sink Into it.
She had quickly undone her veil and
takun it oft, and be then mtw the fa-
tigue under her eyes, the pallor of ber
face, and withal the freshness of It.
It was a luminous face, If such a term
might be used—he thought It might.
Her flgurs was concealed by a long,
dark coat that rose to her neck, and
she nestled into the comfort of the
chair with an acquiescence of fatigue
her expression did not admit. Indeed,
her eyes, fattened on Tempest, were
the loveliest things he had encoun-
tered for a long time.
The unconventionallty of the vltlt,
her calm behavior in It, touched bis
humorous vein. He tllghtiy mocked
her aa he spoke, in a ton* not the lees
agreeable and perfectly gracious.
"What wager are you winning?
Miss Carew, you have won it! How
much of the 12 mile* did you walk
really?"
She held out a small foot In a badly
damaged lilghheeled shoe. "A cart
brought me to a cross-road and then 1
walked on—12 mllea the man said It
was, and it teemed It!"
young woman why the had come
to him; he dreaded lest she should
say. The moment she should ask
htm for his autograph the singu-
lar and piquant charui of her apparl-
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"What Suite? What Do You Mean?"
"I have come all the way from Amer-
ica to see you."
Mr. Tempest started. The sudden
addition of thirty-flve hundred miles
to the twelve was material.
"Trop almable," he said. "I shall
teem ungracious If I say that I re-
ceive no one, not even an emissary
from the Cape of Good Hope." He
chose at random, and as he said It its
meaning caught his sensitive ear. He
Bmlled. "You will let me be Inconse-
quent and except that point? You see,
to be frank, I have refused myself to
everyone, Miss Carew (he said her
name as though it were a household
word) every one—friend, enemy, kind
and unkind. I am a recluse—"
"I know," she accepted, "I read in
the Dally Telegraph that you were. I
scarcely dared expect to see you.
When I got out at Cravenford and
found I should have to walk 12 miles
I was nearly discouraged."
"Nearly!" he echoed. "It Is a tramp,
even for an English girl; your coun-
trywomen are not supposed to be
walkers."
"I've not walked much before," ahe
admitted, "and my heels arc high; but
when I got here it was the worst of
sll—your housekeeper refused me;
and then"—she raised the slight vail
she wore, har ayes war* sparkling and
disclosed no traca of it—"I cried,"
sha said frankly.
tlon would vanish and be would be-
come bia brutal, savage a«lf again.
Tbla unusual visit would not bear vul-
garity or even tangibility. Despite
the adjuatment of bis uyeglas* be *aw
ber as If through a film; It added to
the unreality of her presence.
"You will have tea? Perhaps you
will make It for me?"
Tba lights had been brought In with
the drawing of tho curtalna over the
raln-awept window.
Mlas Caraw's hands lay inert on the
chair's arms. 8he shook her bead.
"I am afraid I can't—I am so
tired."
Tempest rather clumsily made It
and gave her a cup and * bit of toast.
During the few moments her boat's
face had clouded again. Evidently ha
bad forgotten hi* gueat and looked up
with a start as tho spoke.
"You have not asked me why I
came, Mr. Tempett."
"I don't wlah to know."
"Ah." Bhe amiled. "If I don't tell
you, it will be bacauae you forbid me
—and—"
"I do forbid," he anld shortly, "if
It's a tiresome reason—I won't aay
women's reasons are usually tlreaome,
for I am aura they never give the real
ones—nothing would be ao delightful,
I am willing to believe, a* a woman's
sincere motive or reason for what she
does! rt-R H black rose, a 'merle
blanche.' MIsh Carew, I've never seen
any of the three."
She did not. take this opportunity
to remark at his psychology of femi-
nine subtleness, but said equably;
"The result of such forbidding
would be the blocking of my whole
career."
He echoed tho word with scorn.
"Career! Heaven, you have one?
You don't look It, I am glad to say—
I am sorry for you," he finished
brusquely.
She had unfastened the collar of
her coat and It fell back. Her dress
underneath was as sober In tone
Tempest rosw to move aside the tea-
table that was between them.
"Let me help you off with that
wrap. It's warm here and you won't
feel It when you go out."
He wanted to see ber released from
the chrysalis of her uncompromising
garments He threw the wrap on a
chair, and she stood before him In a
dress of some soft, dark material with
white at the neck and wrists. It
fltted her well, it fell well around her
supple figure.
"My gloves." she said apologetical-
ly, "were soaked through. They are
drying In your housekeeper'* room. I
dried there myself for half an hour
before she would disturb you."
At she spoke there crossed Tem-
pest's feelings, growing more and
more amiable and gracious, a sudden
revulsion against her which she could
not have understood had he let her
perceive It.
"How can I further your career or
hinder It?" he asknd formally.
She did not appear to take umbrage
at his altered tone but. leaning for-
ward In her chair, received him Into
her confidence with extraordinary fa
aillty and an assurance that wat com-
pliment In Itself.
"I have been obliged quite suddenly
to find a means of livelihood. To a
woman of my age" (she named It, and
he smiled—It was bo young) "tuch a
question coming for the flrat time Is
puzzling. I.aat week the editor of a well-
known monthly offered me a position
at a fixed and generous salary If—"
here Bhe paused.
At she talked Tempest wat study-
ing ber mentality and quality of spirit
as best he could, being a man aa well
as a psychologist, and given the fact
that a specimen was very good to look
at and very gently magnetic to listen
to. He found her direct, and boldly
devoid of weak, truckllag excuses for
whatever favor *he wa* to aak—and
■he wat evidently to ask one. He
liked her clear enunciation, her toft,
short tentence* with the warmth un-
(Jttr theui of nn exquisite voice.
"If what?" be helped her.
"If I would fetch him an especial
piece of work be was oager for."
"Ye*?" questioned ber host, for she
hesitated.
"An essay. If you like—a study of—
you; of your personality. Above all"
—here she flushed and lowered her
voice a* though the subject and her
own daring awed her—"a synopsis of
your new suite of poems."
Then in a voice whose sharpness
struck her as If ber senses had all
been touched at once—she shrank at
it—he aaked:
"Who spoke to them of the verse*7"
"I," *he replied, hreathle**. "There
were only two of them, you know,
published in the wluter."
"What aulte?" he Interrupted, glar-
ing at her. The veins swelled on bis
temple*. He bad rlien and aha
thought he seemed a dozen feet high.
"What suite? What do you m*su?"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
In Bad Shape.
The Missus—Jim, you've been drink-
Ing again!
The Mister—Mabel, m' dear, I can-
not tell u lie—1—
The Missus—Goodness! Then you
must bo worse than I thought. Go ta
bed In the other room.
Verandah.
"Corns with me, old man, and Til
•how you my pretty veranda."
"Ah, still tho same gay old dog, I
see."—Ulk.
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McClure, T. M. The Alto Herald (Alto, Tex.), Vol. 10, No. 10, Ed. 1 Friday, February 11, 1910, newspaper, February 11, 1910; Alto, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth214081/m1/3/: accessed May 4, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Stella Hill Memorial Library.