Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-08-12

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Mahomed sat perfectly stu in his
chair. His two companions watched
him carefully. The mask had fallen.
and their masters face was not pleas
ant to see. Suddenly he laughed. The
bannaid stopped at her work. She
had somewhere heard laughter like
that. 1t gave her shiver. Whore
had she heard It? Yes. that was It A
man who had played the devil in an
opera called Fawst or something like
that. Would she ever see dear old
foggy London again? With q vain sigh
she went on rinsing the glasses and
conee-cups.
When George rolled out Of bed it
was eleven. He bathed and dressed,
absolutely content, regretless Of the
morning hours he had wasted. Truth
to tell, he hadn't enjoyed sleep 20
thoroughly in weeks. He set to work,
Kidding the room Of its clutter Of
books and clothes and what-nots.
Might as well get the bulk Of his pack
ing out Of the way while he thought
Of it.
Why had he been In such a dreadful
hurry to pull out? Cairo was just now
the most delightful place he knew Ct.
To leave behind the blue skies and
warm sunshine, and to face instead
the biting winds and northern SHOWS,
rather dispirited him. He paused.
pair Of trousers dangling from his
hand. Pshaw! Why not admit 1t
frankly and honestly? Wherever For
tune Chedsoye was or might be, there
was the delectable country. He
hadn't thought to ask her when she
was to leave, nor whittier she was to
go. The abruptness with which she
had left him the night before puzzled
rather than disturbed him. Oh. we'll;
this old planet was neither 30 deep
nor so round as it had once been.
What with steamships and railroads.
the so.called four ends were drawn
closely together. He would ask her
casually, az IL II did not particularly
matter. In Naples It would be an easy
matter to change his booking TO New
York. From Naples to Mentons was
only question Of few hours.
T doesn't seem possible. George.
old boy. does i! But It's true: and
here's no use trying to fool yourself
that 1t isn't. Fortune Chedsoye; it
will be a shame to add Jones to It;
out I'm going to try"
He pressed down the last book, the
last collar, the last pair Of shoes, and
sat upon the lid Of the trunk. He
growled a little. The lock was always
oothering him. It was wonderful how
many things a chap could take out Of
a trunk and how plagued few he could
put back. 1t did not seem to relieve
the pressure If he added steamer.
trunk here or suitcase there: there
was always Just so much there wasn't
any room for. Truly, it needed a WON.
ans hand to pack . trunk However
his mother In the old school-days had
got all his belongings into one trunk
was still an unsolved mystery.
Stubborn az the lock was, persever.
ance overcame 1t. George then, as q
slight diversion. spread the ancient
Yhiordes over the trunk and stared at
1t In pleasurable contemplation. What
beauty 1t was! What exquisite blue,
what soft red, what minute patterns!
And this treasure was his. He leaned
down upon 1t with his two hands. A
color stole into his cheeks. It had its
source in an old confusion: school
boys jeering mate seen walking
home from school with girl. It was
ali rot, he perfectly knew, this Wish.
ing business; and yet he flung into the
sun-warmed. sun.gilded space an ar
dent wish. sent II speeding round the
world from east to west. Fast az heat,
fast - light 1t travelled, for no sooner
had 1t sprung from his mind than 1t
entered the window OF q room across
the corridor. Whether the window was
open or shut was Of no importance
whatever. Such wishes penetrated and
went through all obstacles. And this
one touched Fortunes eyes. her hair,
her Hips: It caressed her in q thousand
happy ways. But, alasi such wishes
are without temporal power.
Fortune never knew. She sat In q
chair. her fingers locked tensely, her
eyes large and set In gaze. her lips
compressed. her whole attitude ono Of
impotent despair.
George did not see her at lunch, and
consequently did not enjoy the hour.
Was she III? Had she gone. away!