The Elbert County tribune., 1912-11-29

hiooh dpout IN tue uOWtr-Earuen. roof
ish chit! Harm Mr. Jones7 Whyf
For what purpose? l have no mors
interest in him than II he were one
OF those mummies over In the muse-
um. And l certainly meant to repay
him. should have done so II you
hadn't taken the task upon your own
broad shoulders. ! am In q hurry.
! am going out to Mena House to tea
I've let Celeste on 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 the
time suppressed the incipient rebel
lion. She heard Fortune crossing the
room. What are you doing7" petu-
lantly.
II am ringing for the hall-mnid.-
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 indiffsr-
ence. studied and unfllal. 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 a page. and jotted
down some notes with a pencil Sad
as she was at heart. tragic as she
knew the result OF this outbreak to
be. she could hardly repress smile
at the thought Of her mothers dis
comHture.
And so the chnsm widened. and
went on widening TIL the end of time
Mrs. Chedsoye was glad that the
hall-maid knocked and came In just
then. 1t at least saved her the is-
nominy OF 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 a
quarrel, she should at least be Inn
pressed with the fact that she. Mrs.
Chedsoye. was not to blame for 1t.
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
l ata har hnr Ar
driven of. She WAS dressed in pearl
grey. with a Reynolds hat of grey
velour and sweeping plumes: as hand
some and distinguished a woman Al
could be found that day in all Cairo
The watcher threw her Baedeker. hsi
notebook, and her pencil violently
Into a corner 1t had come to her At
last, this thing that she had beer
striving for since noon. She did no'
care what the risks were; the storm
was too high In her heart to lister
to the voice of caution. She woult
do It; for she judged It the one thing
In Justice to her own blood. she mus
accomplish. She straightway dresse<
for the street; and II she did not Civ,
the same care as her mother to tn.
'A'ni Aoh>eAOhs cAo RASAeNSN al tA1CS'
that merited comparison.
She loitered before the porter's bu
reau till she saw him busily engage<
In answering questions OF some WON
en- tourists. Then, with a slight bu
friendly nod, she stepped into the bu
reau and stopped before the key-rach
She hung up her key. but took
down again. as II she had change,
her mind. At least. this was the por
ter's impression as he bowed to he
In the midst of the verbal lombard
ment. Fortune went upstairs. Tel
or fifteen minutes elapsed. when sh'
returned. hung up the key, and walke'
briskly toward the side-entrance a
the very moment George. in his frui,
less search Of her. pushed througl
the revolving doors In front. And al
the time she was wondering how 1
was that her knees did not given un
der. 1t was terrible. She balance,
between laughter and tears. hyster,
cally.
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