Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-08-02

I Mrs. Chedsoye calmly plucked out
the inturned fingers Of her gloves. II
believe did receive q note inclosing
his bankers address, but. unfortu-
natefy. in the confusion Of returning
to Paris. lost it. My memory has
always been trial to me-" sadly.
"Since when?" coldly. There Is not
a woman living with q keener memory
than yours"
"You datter me. In Affairs that in
terest me. perhaps"
"You never meant to pay him. It
Is horrible"
my dear Fortune. how you Jump at
conclusions! Did not offer him .
draft the very first thing!"
Knowing that at such moment he
could not possibly accept IT." de.
risively. Sometimes / hate you!"
In these days filial devotion ID q
lost art"
mo. no; It is a flower parents have
ceased to cultivate"
And there was In the tone .
strained note which described an in
tense longing to be loved. For II
George Percival Algernon Jones was
. lonely young man, It was the result
of his own blindness; whereas Fortune
Chedsoye turned hither and thither In
| search of that which she never could
! ind. The wide Lybian desert held
I upon its face loneliness. . desolation.
/ less mournful than that which reigned
within her heart.
Hush! We are growing sentiment
/ al" warned the mother. Besides, !
I believe we are attracting attention"
Her glance swept q 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
tho arch-enemy Of smooth complex.
ions. Jones-it makes you laugh"
1T is a homely, honest name"
Il grant that. But Percival Alger
non Jones!" Mrs. Chedsoye laughed
softly. It was one Of those pleasant
/ sounds that caused persons within
hearing to wait for 1t to occur again
Come: let US 60 up to the room. Il
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 the 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 fail under the spell Of
strange fascination. enchanting. fight
| against 1t how she might. A kindly
touch Of the hand. single mother
smile, and she would have flung her
arms about the other woman's neck
But the touch and the mother.smile
| never came. She knew, she under.
stood; she wasn't wanted, she hadn't
been 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 stimulate envy in other women's
hearts. And that men of all stations
in life hocked about her, why, it ia
the eternal tribute demanded of beau
ty. Here and there the men were not
all the daughter might have wished
| Often they burnt sweet hattery at her
shrine, tentatively; but as she coolly
stamped out these incipient fres
they at length came to regard her as
one regards the beauty of a frosted
window, as thing to admire and
! praise in passing. One ache always
abided; the bitter knowledge that had
she met in kind smile for smile and
Jest for Jest. she might have been her
| mothers boon companion. But deer
back In some hidden chamber OF her
heart lay o secret dread of such q
step, dread which. whenever she
strove to analyze it, ran from under
her investigating touch. as little balls
Of quicksilver run from under the
pressure Of q thumb.
She was never. without tho comforts
Of life. well.fed, welldressed. we'll
housed, and often her mother nuns
her some Jeweled trinkst which (agaiE
that sense Of menace) she put away
but never wore. The bright periodi
were when they left her in the little
villa near Mentone, with no one but
her old and faithful nurse. There
with her horse. her books and hel
} flowers, she was at peace. Week into
week and month into month she was
let be. Never letter came. save
from some former schoolmate who
was coming over and wanted letters
of introduction to dukes and duchess.
%. II she smiled over these letters
It was with melancholy: for the dukes
and duchesses, who fell within her
singular orbit. were not the sort to
whom one gave letters Of Introduction,
Where her mother went she mover
had the least idea. She might be ip
any Of the great ports Of the world,
anywhere between New York and
Port Said. Tho major generally dis.
appeared at the same time. Then,
perhaps. she'd come back from
pleasant tram-ride over to Nice and
Ana fhoy,n hath. NJ the villa r.ta go