Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1912-10-03

of an altogether different world than
that to which she was accustomed. He
was neither insanely mad over cards
nor a social idler. He was a young
man with a real interest in life, a
worker, notwithstanding that he was
reputed to be independently rich. And
her mother had once borrowed money
Of him, never intending to pay it back.
The shame of it! And why should she
approach him the very first day and
recall the incident, if not with the III
terror purpose of using him further?
AS a ball strikes wall only to re-
bound to the throWer, so it was with
all these questions. There was never
any answer.
Tired out, mentally and physically,
she laid her head upon the cool top
of the stand. And in this position her
mother, who had returned to dress
for tea, found her. Believing Fortune
to be asleep, Mrs. Chedsoye dropped
hand upon her shoulder.
Fortune raised her head.
why, child, what is the matter?"
the mother asked. The face she saw
was not tear-stained; it was as cold
and passionless as that by which SOUP
tors represent their interpretations of
Justice.
"Matter? Fortune spoke, in a tone
that did not reassure the other. SIN
the first place I have only one real
question to ask. It depends upon how
you answer it. Am | really your
| daughter?'
Really my daughter?" Mrs. Ched-
soye stepped back, genuinely aston
| ished Really my daughter? The
child is mad!" as if addressing an i'm
aginary third person. What makes
you ask such a silly question:" She
was in hurry to change her dress,
but the new attitude of this child Of
hers warranted some patience.
"That is no answer" said Fortune,
4 with the unmoved deliberation of a
! prosecuting attorney.
Certainly you are my daughter"
! Good. If you had denied it,
should have held my peace; but since
you admit that I am Of your flesh and
blood, I am going to force you to rec
ognize that in such a capacity I have
some rights. I did not ask to come
into this world; but insomuch as | am
here, I propose to become an indi-
vidual, not a thing to be given bread
and butter upon sufferance. I have
been talking with Horace. I met him
in the bazaars this morning. He said
some things which you must answer"
| Horace? And what has he said,
pray tell?" Her expression was flip
pant, but certain inquietude pene-
trated her heart and accelerated its
beating. What had the love-lorn fool
said to the child?
"He said that he was not good
man, and that you tolerated him be-
cause he ran errands for you. What
kind of errands?"
! Mrs. Chedsoye did not know wheth-
er to laugh or take the child by the
shoulders and shake her soundly. HE
was laughing when he said that. Err
rands? One would scarcely call 1t
| that"
"Why did you renew the acquaint-
ance with Mr.. Jones, when you knew
that you never intended paying back
that loan?"
Here was question, Mrs. Chedsoye
realized, from the look Of the child,
that would not bear evasion.
What makes you think never in
tended to repay him?"
Fortune laughed. 1t did not sound
grateful in the mothers ears.
Mother, this is crisis; it can not
be met by counter-Questions nor by
f1ippancy. You know that you did
not intend to pay him. What ] de-
mand to know is, why you spoke to
him again, so affably, why you seemed
so eager to enter into his good graces
once more. Answer that"
Her mother pondered. For once she
was really at loss. The unexpected
ness of this phase caught her off her
balance. She saw one thing wildly,
regretfully: she had missed a valuable
point in the game by not adjusting
her play to the growth of the child.
who had, with the phenomenal sud-
denness which still battles the psy-
biologists, stepped out of girlhood
into womanhood, all in day. What
q fool she had been not to have left
the child at Mentone!
liam waiting" said Fortune. There
are more questions; but want this
one answered first"
"This Is pure insolence!"
"Insolence of a kind, yes"
"And I refuse to answer. have
some authority STILL"
mot so much, mother, as you had
yesterday. You refuse to explain?"
| Absolutely"
"Then I shall Judge you without
mercy" Fortune rose, her eyes blaz-
ing passiontely, She caught her moth
er by the wrist, and she was the
stronger of the two. Cant you I'M