The Mountain Park Herald (Mountain Park, Okla.), Vol. 7, No. 10, Ed. 1 Friday, March 11, 1910 Page: 4 of 12
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STORY I
By Marie Van Vont
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his rudenna In ■ending ou* Jrcuiva
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CHAPTER III—Continued.
He shrugged impatiently. "You
know bow UtUe the tact would etteci
me. I cm going away on a longer
Journey then four weeks, end I went
you to come with me "
She withdrew her hend. which ho
Btlll held—not nnetched It. hut slowly
and meditatively withdrew It. Tern-
pent felt aenaltlrely her compleilon of
mind—he bed eurprlsed, but not
shocked her. leaning towards her
U a low tone he pleaded with her,
storming her cttsdel. whoae weekne,.
he knew. Afterwerde. ehe thought In
reviewing the moment that be bed
pieeded ee one for life—es for e raft
to be thrown to e drowning man. was
It possible he loved her like this.
••Do you resllse whet you ere ask-
ing me to do?" she said In a pause.
••Yes," he said shortly, "give up
London and a husband whose life la
notorious, whose existence la a plague
to you. a reputation amongst those
who have none themselves, a false sit-
uation for a sincere one. for a lire
with the man whom you say you love
Ormond will divorce you. and I sin
marry you at once.”
Lady Ormond had believed the orig-
inal Tempest who had made her for-
get everything but himself could not
return with the old charm and Im-
perious challenge. She had been
wrong then In her belief, for he was
talking her over again out of herself
and beyond her control.
"Why are you like this?” she mur
mured with tome emotion. “Will you
be like this always? It I thought it, I
could not hesitate.
At her tone, certainly not the one
of brusque denial he had anticipated,
Tempest experienced a curious min-
gling of exultant victory and of aln
cere regret.
"To-morrow. Letty.” he said, and
took her band again, "you must come
with me to-morrow."
In her utter surprise Lady Ormond
was finding herself equal to Tempests
She did not» hesitate^ for
one moment to make a coil naartno ke
had never naked before. He wga rich
—would be richer—famous, not yet la
the seaith of his celebrity. There was
la sharing his Ufa
and that aha determined not to make
If she could avoM It
"Has!!!”—she leaned towards him.
lifted her head In a way to reveal the
clear, pure Hue# of her aeck and chin,
her face like a flower turned to the
sun—"Basil, I am not cavilling, hut
you are so Impetuous and Iwprectlc
able. Let me get the divorce from
Ormond It Is merely a form-
can have for the asking. You don't
wish to sacrifice me needlessly, do
you? You are not so orguelUeua that
you must aes me humiliated, are you?
You are not vnln—really, you know
won't you let me get out decently V
He smiled and sighed. "Decently!"
he repeated with some scorn. "Cna
you. Lstty ?“ „
• I will see my lawyers to-morrow.
He frowned and hurried: "Then you
refuse to come with roe?
she nodded determinedly, "1
don't refuse, if you are set on ruining
tuy reputation—for n whim why. I
won't stand In the way of your ego-
lam."
He capitulated. "Well, you have
surprised me, I-etty: but then you are
■ perfect type, and I flatter myself
now that 1 can predict the rest. You
shall take the narrow and more rep-
utable way. as you think U to bo.
But you won't come with me, lAtty—
you won’t coma.”
"Nonsense" she laughed, and cov-
ered hla lips with her hand. "You
have my word." . ,. .
Under the hand which he held to
his lips he murmured something. It
was “Good-by—no respite."
Lady Ormond was filled with satis-
faction. She had been equal to the
supreme occasion with Tempeit; she
was not sn ordinary woman, then;
she had proved her mettle and distinc-
tion and was worth the greatest man
of the hour.
Tempest took his leave early, went
to his club, and wrote her a note
which ahe found on her dressing-table
when she went, very shortly after,
home and to her room.
Tempest wae sitting In the smoking-
room of the Carlton when a note wae
brought end every eye was turned to
him as the page's voice called, "Mr
Basil Tempest." He beckoned the boy
and took the letter, which be thrust
Into his pocket and went up to his
apartment. For a few seconds he
turned the letter over In his hands
as if he wished to defer certaluty. his
face gloomy, curious, and atlll mock-
ing Then, going close to the electric
light so that all Its force shone on
the page, he took the single sheet of
paper from the envelope.
••I don't know whether to blame you er
mvself—you for dreaming a woman can
share the life you write of—I for refusing.
I know you still too well to discus, what
you any—to advise or suggest. But I am
not equal to the sacrifice. . . . '
"Bah!" he said, and before he had
ended tore it In shreds nnd let the
pieces fill as they would on the hotel
carpet. „.. . ...
"I know people too well, he said.
"There are no surprises for me. It a
curse to understand your kind—I
wish I were a fool! It’s only when a
man's a tool or In love that he has
any chance for happiness.'
He stood thinking a second or two.
wounded In his vanlty-lf not broken-
hearted. then made hla preparations
for taking the next train for shire.
CHARTER IV.
When at three o'clock the following
afternoon Miss Carcw arrived at Cra
ven she was met by Mrs. Henly. who,
bustling In before her, said:
"You're to be so good at to wait,
miss. In the morn in'-room. I'vo a Are
laid there and I am lo see you have
books and papers and whatever you
will like. Mr. Tempeat telegraphed.
With her last words she threw open
the doors of a room whose atmos-
phere greeted with Its brightness
the color and light of It seemed to ex
tend hands.
•totes can provide. The housekeeper,
the dearest and sweetest creature en-
could tad la cameos and black silk 1
and caps la the responsible position of
head of any bachelor gentleman s
household, watched her master's af-
faires de coeur wKh an Interest and
sometimes a Jealousy as strong aa !m-
potent-
Mrs. Henly talked only with her su-
periors, she knew she had them—her
equals, by reason of being a unique
specimen of her type, she had not as
yet rerogBlied Servants were eer-
rants to her. She never spohe to
them save to give orders or to min-
ister to one In trouble.
By them she was seen to be a very
grande dame lodeed—by Tempest to
be quite the moat flawless pearl of
womankind.
Llvtug. as she did. very Isolated at
Craven, she was now faintly dualled
with appreciative anticipation of the
few momenta' chat with Mlsa Carew
before the master should appear. Mlaa
Carew had come from the land of
freedom, but whilst abe suggested Its
delirious liberty she lost with It no
quality. Mrs. Henly'a old eyea re-
garded the figure of the American with
favor. Miss Carew asked: "Mr. Tem-
pest has telegraphed—Is he away?
“He was obliged to run up to Lon-
don yesterday of a audden Just after
Shorter fetched In your note." Aa
though the sight of the master's In-
structions might beguile the guest,
Mrs. Henly spread out the pink bit of
paper on the table under her band
and read: "Miss Carew arrives
I at three. Make her welcome, give her
hooka and papers. I shall be up by
the express." I
"Which means," Mrs. Henly ex- i
plained, “he left London at alx this ,
morn In'; Ifa a nine hours' run. I’ve
sent the motor to Billings Poks—It’s n |
bit shorter by rail. Mr. Basil does
hate rail travel."
Min Carew did nol remark that
with apparent ease he took 18 hours
out of the 14 for the matter of a short
time la town! The dispatch with Ue
minute Instructions read In Itself a
welcome to her. and It was a charm-
ing place In which to wnlt.
Craven's empire morning-room open
ed on n terraced flower-garden, whero
to trees already nearly leafless a few
November roses clung. The walls,
hung In yellow brocade, extended to 1
the dullest day a sense of glow and
light. The few pieces of furniture. ,
veritable treasures even In their old
epoch, indicated the faultless taste
and virtuosity of the selector. Before .
the Are In the same yellow satin a
small divan with bronxe reliefs on
shining legs and back, a few stiff dig
Hilled fnuteulls. a long center-table, a i
mirror screen. On the mantel a cloc k j
and candelabra whose graceful In-
fantile subjects suggested the design
to have been Intended to please the
little king of Home, a biscuit group, a
candle-lamp with vivid green shade—
these were all.
“it'» ft pretty little room,” Mrs.
Henly said Indulgently. "All the sun
there ever Is comes here, but to-day
It's a bit chilly. Isn't It? So I bad the
Are lit early."
She was before It with the bellows
urging the flame. As she raised her
matronly self up she said: It s Lad)
Ormond's style; Bhe was never con-
tent until Mr. Basil had torn the old
things out. It's like a sweet-box to
niy thlnWn’ and a bit bare. It needs
people to aet It off." she criticised, un-
consciously paying the proper artis-
tic tribute to tj»e style of the i>erlod
the room represented—created lo dis-
play and to serve as background for
the First Empire elegance and slm
pliclty.
But MIsb Carew only caught at the
name, lady Ormond! Bhe had seen
It often In the peapers.
"You* know her ladyship—no," Mrs.
Henly took for granted. In a fra™ 6
on whose mahogany border butted the
Napoleonic bee ln bronie wne tbe.
at a lata It tall 4
Mrs. Hsaly lifted It
• Lady Onaowd at tbs Mat
ball."
The girl's eyes were met by a pair
at eyes handsome and mocking, baid
and cold as her awn wars soft and
swseL „ „ ,
• A professional beauty." Mrs. Henl>
ranked her "But." sad ahe connected
her with the room aa aha glanced
around iJidy Ormond's creation— "a
trifle cold.”
Miss Carew replaced the picture
The proud beauty, her caps of velvet
and sable falling fro* one bars tboul
der. seemed to reign over the room
Miss Carew no longer felt tbs warmth
of Us greeting It bad assumed a
personality la which she had no part
I The personages had come to people
It—It suffocated her. and she walked
mechanically over to the window and
elcMHl there, looking out on the dreary
aspect of bare trees, the whirl of
withered leaves along the garden
paths, and the few lust rosea mor-
wintry and melancholy In their desola-
tion than the specter leaves that
had already passed through death.
She said hesitatingly: "Since Mr
Tempest has telegraphed. I suppose
It will be beat for me to wait a lit
tie." . .
But Mrs. Henly Interrupted her
"Walt? Why. Mr. Beall wouldn't
hear of you not waiting, mfss! Hs 'i
think 1 had not made you comfortable.
What can I get you?" She lingered.
Perhaps Miss Carew understood
something of l*ie woman's Interest In
herself—her natural curiosity, perhaps
Lady Ormond In her frame, tbe bold-
ness of her sway at Craven, made the
American say. lifting to the placid
English face her clear dark
"I'm here for the first time In Eng-
land. I came from my country ex-
pressly to write e study of Mr. Temp-
est for America."
The old housekeeper smiled. a
1 study of Mr. Basil!" she echoed.
] "Why, my dear. I had J»|m at
s
h
i c_-
Walked Mechanically Over to the
Window end Stood Thors.
years old for my own, as 1 might eay.
and 1 couldn't study him! it's like
learnin' a new language every day.
He's never the same."
“U'a his charm."
"Oh. I daresay!” Mrs. Henly was
doubtrut, there being moods she had
right to remember as not possessing
that characteristic. “But he'll ^ not
tell you anything, miss. He won’t he
written. I've seen them who would
| study him as you call It—come and
go. chiefly. No one ever stayed as
you have." She paused. "You're a
writer, too, then?”
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Improved Alarm Clock.
A new electrical alarm clock uses
dry batteries to ring a bell, supply a
small Incandescent light with current,
and start a fire In an alcohol lamp
with a platinum wire, all by complet-
ing a circuit when the hour hand
touches a third hand set at a desig-
nated time.
Londoners Arc Long Lived.
IxmdonerR live, on sn average, to
an age of 57 yeqrs. In most parts of
England the standard la below thta.
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Rhodyback, Vernon L. The Mountain Park Herald (Mountain Park, Okla.), Vol. 7, No. 10, Ed. 1 Friday, March 11, 1910, newspaper, March 11, 1910; Mountain Park, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc853622/m1/4/: accessed April 24, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.