Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1912-11-15
CHAPTER v.-(continued.)

"Well?" said Mrs. Chedsoye, quiz
gical smile slanting her lips.
"You wish my opinion?" countered
the daughter. "He is shy, but he is
neither stupid nor silly; and when he
smiles he is really good-looking."
MY child" replied the woman
drawing off her gloves and examining
her shapely hands, Il have looked in
to the very heart of that young man
A thousand years ago, red.cross on
his surtout, he would have been beat.
ing his fists against the walls OF
Jerusalem; five hundred years later
he would have been singing chant
royales under lattice.windows; pa
ladin and a poet"
How do you know that? Did he
make love to you?"
mo; but | made love to him with
out his knowing it; and that was
make love to me- enigmatically,
"Three days, and he was so guileless
that he never asked my name But
In Monte Carlo, as you know, one asks
only your bankers name"
And your purpose?"
"It 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 F"
did he go away without writing to
you about that money!"
Mrs. Chedsoye calmly plucked out
the inturned fingers of her gloves. 'I
believe did receive a note inclosing
nately, in the confusion of returning
to Paris. 1 lost it. My memory has
always been trial to me-" sadly.
Since when?" coldly. There is not
a woman living with a keener memory
than yours"
you flatter me- In affairs that in
terest me. perhaps"
you never meant to pay him. 1t
is horrible"
MY dear Fortune, now you jump at
conclusions! Did | not offer him a
draft the very first thing?"
Knowing that at such a moment he
could not possibly accept it?" de-
I'm these days filial devotion is a
lost art"
mo, no; it is flower parents have
ceased to cultivate"
And there was In the tone a
strained note which described an in
tense longing to be loved. For if
George Percival Algernon Jones was
a 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 desolation,
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.
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. Jones-it makes you laugh"
1T is a homely honest name"
Il grant that. But Perciyal Alger.
non Jones" Mrs. Chedsoye laughed
softly. 1t was one of those pleasant
sounds that caused persons within
bearing to wait for II to occur again
Come; let US go up to the room. 1t
is a 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 disappearances
the terror of the unknown, the blank
wall of ignorance behind which she
was always kept, upon these hate had
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, fight
againHt IT how she might. A kindly
touch of the hand, a single mother
smile, and she would have flung her
arms about the other woman's neck.
But the touch and the mother.smlle
never came. She knew. she under
stood; she wasn't wanted, she hadn't
been wanted In the beginning; to her
mother she was as the young of ami
mails, interesting only up to that time
when they could stand alone. That
the mother never made and held
feminine friendships was In nowise
astonishing. Beauty and charm, such
as she possessed, served Immediately
10 stimulate envy in other women's
belrta. Aud that men OF all stations