Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1912-08-09

make love to me-, automatically.
Three days, and he was 50 Euileless
that he never asked my name. But
In Monte Carlo. as you know, one asks
only your bankers name"
And your purpose?
IL Is still mine, dear. Do you real.
lie that we haven't seen each other
in four months. and that you haven't
offered to kiss me
Did ne 60 away without writing to
you about that money!"
Mrs. Chedsoye calmly plucked out
the inturned fingers Of her gloves. Il
believe | did receive a note inclosing
his bankers address, but, unfortu-
nately, in the confusion Of returning
to Paris, l lost it. My memory has
always been trial to me-" sadly.
Since when?" coldly. There IL not
a woman living with a keener memory
than yours"
You fatter 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'd"
"In these days filial devotion Is q
lost art"
mo, no; it Is flower parents have
ceased to cultivate"
And there was in the tone 4
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
find. The wide Lybian desert held
upon its face loneliness, a desolatlou,
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. oo
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. Jopes-it makes You laugh.
1T is homely, honest name"
az grant that. But a Percival Alger.
non Jones!" Mrs. Chedsoye laughed
softly. 1t was one of those pleasant
sounds that caused persons within
hearing to wait for it to occur again
Come; let US go up to the room. II
Is 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 hat
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, fgh'
against It how she might. A kindly
touch OF the hand, single mother
smile, and she would have flung hel
arms about the other womau's neck
But the touch and the mother-smil,
never came. She knew, she under
stood; she wasn't wanted, she hadn'
been wanted in the beginning; to bel
mother she was as the young Of ami
mails, interesting only up to that tim,
when they could stand alone. Tha
the mother never made and hell
feminine friendships was in nowis,
astonishing. Beauty and charm, sucl
as she possessed, served immediatel!
to stimulate envy in other womeni
hearts. And that men Of all stations
in life focked about her, why, II 4
the eternal tribute demanded OF beau
ty. Here and there the men were no
all the daughter might have wished
Often they burnt sweet flattery at he
shrine, tentatively; but as she COOL!
stamped out these incipient fires
they at length came to regard her a
one regards the beauty Of a froste,
window, as thing to admire an,
praise in passing. One ache Away
abided; the bitter knowledge that ha,
she met in kind smile for smile an
Jest for jest, she might have been he
mothers boon companion. But dee
back in some hidden chamber Of be
heart lay secret dread Of such
step, a dread which, whenever sh
, strove to analyze It, ran from unde
her investigating touch, as little ball
of quicksilver run from under tn
pressure Of a thumb.
She was never without the comfort
OF life, wellfed, welldressed, vel
housed, and often her mother fun
her some jeweled trinket which (agai
that sense Of menace) she put away
but never wore. The bright period
were when they left her in the littl