Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-01-13

spirit she said, when she felt the tremor
of wrath no longer in her throat.
Fortune turned page and Jotted GOWN
some notes with a pencil SAD as she
was at heart, tragic as she knew the re-
suit of this outbreak to be. she could
hardly repress a smile at the thought OF
her mothers discontinue.
And so the chasm widened. and went on
widening till the end of time.
| Mrs Chedsoye was glad that the hall
maid knocked and came in just then 1t,
| at least saved her the ignominy OF re-
| treat She dressed, however. with the
same deliberate care that she had always
used Nothing ever deranged her sense OF
! proportion relative to her toilet, nothing
ever made her forget its importance.
| Goodbye, DEAR she said. Il shall be
| in at dinner" If the maid had any sus-
| picion that there had been quarrel, sne
| should, at least, be impressed WITH tle
!, fact that she, Mrs. Chedsoye, was not &c
| blame for it.
| Fortune nibbled the end of her pencil.
| The door closed behind her mother ano
| the maid She waited for a time. Then
she sprang to the window and stood there.
| She saw her mother driven of. She was
dressed in pearl gray, with Reynoius
| hat of gray velour and sweeping piulnesn
as handsome and distinguished a woman
as 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, inns
thing 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 it: for she judged 1t 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 the vital
function, she produced an effect that mer-
tied comparison.
She loitered before the porter's bureau
till she saw him busily engaged In an
swering questions of some woman TOURISTS
Then, with slight but friendly nod. she
stepped into the bureau and stopped be-
fore the key rack. She hung up her Key.
but took it down again, as II she nad
| changed her mind. At least, this was tne
porter's impression as he bowed to her
in the midst of the verbal bombardment
Fortune went upstairs. Ten or hfteen
minutes elapsed. when she returned, hung
up the key. and walked briskly TOWARD
the side entrance at the very moment
George, in his fruitless search OF her.
pushed through the revolving doors IN
front. And all the time she was wonder
ing how 1t was that her knees did not
give under. 1t was terrible. She balanced
between laughter and tears. Historically.
She had gone scarcely a hundred yards
i when she was accosted by tall Arab
whom she indistinctly recOllected having
seen before; where, she could not definite
~ imagine. i was the tdSScO 6icch LUZ
ban that cleared away her puzzlement.
The Arab was the supposed beggar over
whom Percival chow easily she had fallen
into the habit of calling him thatD had
stumbled He stood so tall and straight
that she knew he wasn't going to beg: SO
naturally she stopped. Without word.
without even a look that expressed any
thing, he slipped note into her hand.
bowed with oriental gravity and stepped
aside for her to proceed, She She re, read the
Horace? Why should he wish to meet
her that evening. at the southeast corner
, of the Sharia ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
step or SO from the British consulates?
And she mustn't come in a carriage nor
tell any one where she was going? Why
all such childish mystery? He could see
her Tar more conveniently in the lounging
room Of the hotel. She tore the note into
scraps and flung them upon the air. She
was afraid. She was almost certain why
he wished to meet her where neither her
mothers NOR her uncles eyes would be
within range. Should she. meet him?
Deeper than this, dared she? Why had
she come to Cairo. when at Mentone she
had known peace, such peace as destiny