The searchlight., 1912-12-06

moon about in the flower. garden. Fool-
ish chit! Harm Mr. Jonesf Whyf
For what purpose | have no more
interest in him than II he were one
OF those mummies over in the muse
um. And I certainly meant to repay
him. ] should have done so II you
hadn't taken the task upou your own
broad shoulders. I am In a hurry.
! am going out TO Mena House to tea
I've let Celeste OF for the day. so
please unhook my waist and do not
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 doingr" petur
lantly.
Il am ringing for the hallmaid.'
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 indiffer
ence. studied and uniilial. 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 for
this spirit" she said. when she felt
the tremor of wrath no longer In her
| throat.
Fortune turned n page. and jotted
down some notes with pencil Sad
as she was at heart tragic as she
knew the result OF this outbreak to
be. she could hardly reprcss n smile
at the thought OF her mothers dis
comfiture.
And 80 the chasm widened. and
went on widening till the end OF time.
| Mrs. Chedsoye was glad that tho
hallmaid knocked and came In Just
then. II at least saved her the i9s
nominy Of a retreat. She dressed.
however. with the same deliberate
care that she had always used. Moth
ing ever deranged her sense OF pro-
portion relative to her toilet. nothing
ever made her forget its Importance
''Good-by DEAR" she said. Il shall
be In at dinner" II the maid had
any suspicion that there had been .
quarrel. she should at least be- i'm
pressed with the fact that she. Mrs.
Chedsoye. wns not to blame for IT,
Fortune nibbled the end OF her pen
ell.
The door closed behind her mother
and the maid. She waited for a Tina
Then she sprang to the window and
stood there. She saw her mother
driven on She was dressed In pearl.
grey. with Reynolds hat OF grey
velour and sweeping plumes: ms hand.
some and distinguished n woman NJ
could be found that day In all Cairo.
The watcher threw her Baedeker, her
notebook. and her pencil violently
into n corner. II had come to her at
last. this thing that she had been
striving for since noon. She did not
care what the risks were: the storm
was too high In her heart to listen
to the voice OF caution. She would
do H.. for she judged II the one thins.
In Justice TO her own blood. she must
accomplish. She straightway dresAed
for the street: and II she did not give
the same care ms her mother to the
vital function. she produced an effect
that merited comparison.
She loitered before the porter's bu-
reau TIL she saw him busily engaged
In answering questions Of some wom-
en- tourists. Then. with a slight but
friendly nod. she stepped Into the bu-
reau and stopped before the key-rack.
She hung up her key. but took 10
down again. as II she had changed
her mind. Al least. this was the pos.
ter's impression as he bowed to her
In the midst OF the verbal lombard
ment Fortune went upstairs. Ten
or fifteen minutes elapsed. when she
returned. hung up the key. and walked
briskly toward the sideentrance st
the very moment George. In his fruit.
less search OF her. pushed through
the revolving doors In front. And all
the time she was wondering how II
was that her knees did not given un-
der. II was terrible. She balanced
between laughter and tears. hysterk
cally.
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