Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1912-11-22
CHAPTER v.-(ContInued.)

~ ~'f @NH@ sh''f
Eical smile slanting her lips,
"You wish my opinion?' counteret
the daughter. He is shy, but he II
neither stupid nor silly; and when he
smiles he Is really good looking"
MY child" replied the woman
drawing of her gloves and examining
her shapely hands, 81 have looked In
to the very heart Of that young man
A thousand years ago, n red -cross on
his surtout, he would have been beat
Ing his fists against the walls OF
Jerusalem: nve hundred years later,
no would have been singing chant.
royales under lattice. windows; a pa.
ladin and a poet"
How do you know that? Did he
make love to your"
No; but made love TO him with
out his knowing It; and that was
more to my purpose than having him
make love to me-" enlgmatically.
Three days, and he was so guileless
1hat he never asked my name. But
In Monte Carlo, M you know. one asks
~nly your bankers name"
And your %purpose?"
ut is still mine, dear. DO you real.
is~ that we haven't seer each other
In four months, and that you haven't
offered to kiss me
did he go away without writing to
you about that money!"
Mrs. C~hedsoye calmly plucked out
the inturned fingers of her gloves. Il
believe | did receive n note lnclosing
his bankers address, but, unfortu-
nately. In the confusion of returning
to Paris. ! lost 1t. My memory has
always been a trial to me-" sadly.
Since when7" coldly. There Is not
. woman living with a keener memory
than yours"
You tlatter me. In affairs that in
terest me, perhaps"
You never meant to pay him. II
10 horrible"
MY dear Fortune, how you Jump at
conclusions! Did | not offer him Il
draft the very first thing"
Knowing that at such n moment he
could not possibly accept III" de-
risively. sometimes | hate you!"
I'm these days flial devotion is a
lost art"
mo, no; 1t Is a flower parents have
ceased to cultivate"
And there was In the tone n
strained noto which described an I'm.
tense longing to be loved. For II
George Percival Algernon Jones was
a lonely young man, 1t was tho result
OF his own blindness; whereas Fortune
Chedsoye turned hither and thither in
search OF that which she never could
md, The wide Lybian desert held
upon Its face a loneliness, a desolation,
less mournful than that which reigned
within her heart,
Hush! We are growing sentiment
al warned the mother. Besides. |
believe we are attracting attention"
Her glance swept a half.circle com
%placently.
Pardon me! | should be sorry to
draw attention to you. knowing how
you abhor It."
MY child, learn from me: temper is
the ~arch-enemy of smooth complex
ions. Jones-lt makes you laugh"
1T Is a homely. honest name"
4 grant that. But n Percival Alser.
non Jones,' Mrs. Chcdsoye laughed
softly. 1t was one of those pleasant
sounds that caused persons within
hearing to wait for 1t to occur again.
Come; let us go up to the room. Ii
is a dull. dusty journey In from Port
Said"
Alone, Fortune was certain that for
her mother her heart knew nothing
but hate, Neglect, Indifference. In.
Justice, misunderstanding. the chill
repellence that always met the least
outreaching of the child's affections.
the unaccountable disappearance,
the terror Of tho unknown, the blank
wall Of Ignorance behind which she
was always kept, upon these hate had
builded her dark and brooding re-
treat. Yet, never did the mother come
within the radius Of her sight that she
did not fall under the spell of
strange fascination. enchanting, fight
against 1t how she might. A kindly
touch OF the hand, a single mother.
smile. and she would have flung her
arms about the other woman's neck.
But the touch ah6 the mother-smile
neve came. She knew, she under
stood; she wasn't wanted, she hadn't
bcen wanted in the beginning; to her
mother she was as the young Of ami.
mails, interesting only up to that time
when they could stand alone. That
the mother never made and held
feminine friendships was in nowise
astonishing. Beauty and charm, such
as she possessed. served immediately
TO stimulSte envy in other women's
hearts. And that men of all stations