The Neshoba Democrat., 1912-12-19


ish cajt! Harm Mr.. Jones? Whyf
For WHAT purpose? l have no more
interest IN him than if he Were one
or those mummies over in the muse
um. And l certainly meant to rspay
him. l should have done so if you
hadn't taken the task upon your own
broad shoulders. am in a hurry.
| am going out to Mena House to TEA.
I've let Celeste off for the day, so
please unhook my waist and dc rot
bother your head about Mr.. JONES'" She
turned her back upon her daughter,
quite confident that she had for tho
time suppressed the incipient rebel
lion. She heard Fortune crossing the
room. What are you doing?" .petu-
lantly.
Il am ringing for the hall-maid."
And Fortune resumed her chair.
picked up her Baedeker, and became
apparently absorbed over the map of
Assuan.
Again wrath mounted to her moth.
er's head. She could combat anger,
tears, protestations; but this ipdiffer.
ence, studied and unfllial, left her
weaponless; and she was too wise to
unbridle her tongue, much as She
longed to do so. She was beaten. Not
an agreeable sensation to one who
counted only her victories.
Fortune, later you will be sorry foS
this spirit" she said, when she felt
the tremor of wrath no longer in hor
throat
down some notes with pencil. Sad
as she was at heart, tragic as shN
knew the result Of this outbreak to
be, she could hardly repress a smile
at the thought Of her mothers die.
comflture.
And so the chasm widened, and
went on widening till the end of TINA
Mrs. Chedsoye was glad that tho
hall-maid knocked and came In jnst
then. 1t at least saved her the iEs
nominy of a retreat. She dressed.
however with the same deliberate
care that she had always used. Moth.
ing ever deranged her sense of psos
portion relative to her toilet, nothing
ever made her forget it's Importance.
"Goodby dear" she said, 81 shall
be in at dinner" If the maid had
any suspicion that there had been a
quarrel, she should at least be i'm.
pressed with the fact that she, Mra,
Chedsoye, was not to blame for 1t.
Fortune nibbled the end of her pels
Gil.
The door closed behind her notne1
and the maid. She waited for time.
Then she sprang to the window and
stood there. She saw her mothes
driven off. She was dressed In pearl
grey, with Reynolds hat of grey
velour and sweeping plumes: as hand.
some and distinguished a woman az
could be found that day in all Cairo.
The watcher threw her Baedeker, her
notebook, and her pencil violently
into a corner. 1t had come to her at
last, this thing that she had been
striving for since noon. She did not
care what the risks we're; the storm
was too high in her heart to listen
to the voice of caution. She would
do it; for she judged it the one thing
in justice to her own blood, she must
accomplish. She straightway dressed
for the street; and if she did not give
the same care as her mother to tho
vital function, she produced an effect
that merited comparison.
She loitered before the porter's bu
reau till she saw him busi}y engaged
in answering questions of some wort.
en- tourists. Then, with q slight but
friendly nod, she stepped into the bH
reau and stopped before the key-rack,
She hung up her key, but took II
down again, as if she had changed
her mind. At least, this was the por
ter's impression as he bowed to hes
in the midst of the verbal lombard.
ment. Fortune went upstairs. Ten
or fifteen minutes elapsed, when shl
returned, hung up the key. and walked
briskly toward the side-entrance al
the very moment George, in his fluit
less search of her. pushed through
the revolving doors in front. And all
the time she was wondering how il
was that her knees did not given un!
der. 1t was terrible. She balanced
between laughter and tears, hysteYt
cally.
CTO BE CONTINUED.)