The Caldwell watchman. (Columbia, La.) 1885-1946, 1913-02-28


! moon about in the fiower-garden. Fool.
ish chit Harm Mr.. Jones? Whyf
For what purpose? have no more
interest in him than If he were one
of those mummies over in the muse
UNI. And | certainly meant to repay
| him. | should have done so II you
hadn't taken the task upon your own
broad shoulders. am in hurry.
| am going out to Mena House to tea.
I've let Celeste off for the day. so
please unlock 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 dOing?" petu-
EIantly.
II am ringing for the hallmaid."
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 indiffar.
ence, studied and untilial, 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
J., 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
: comfture.
And so the chasm widened, and
went on widening till the end Of time.
Mrs. Chedsoye was glad that the
l. hall-maid knocked and came In just
then. It at least saved her the ig-
nominy Of retreat. She dressed.
however, with the same deliberate
. care that she had always used. Moth
70 ing ever derenged 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
y any suspicion that there hsA been .
- quarrel, she Should at least be. I'M
pressed with the fact that she, Mrs.
80 y. Chedsoye, was not to blame for it
q. Fortune nibbled the end Of her PEN
=, Gil.
~ The door closed behind her mother
and the maid. She waited for time,
7 Then she sprang to the window and
stood there. She saw her mother
| driven of. She was dressed tn pearl
grey, with q Reynolds hat Of grey
| velour and sweeping plumes: rs hand
| some and distinguished woman az
could be found that day in all Cairo,
The watcher threw her Baedeker, her
notebook, and her pencil violently
into corner It had come to her at
last, this thing that 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 II she did not give
| the same care as her mother to the
vital function, she produced an effect
that merited comparison.
| She loitered before the porter's bu.
| reau till she saw him busily engaged
in answering questions Of some wom.
en- tourists. Then, with slight but
friendly nod, she stepped into the bu.
reau and stopped before the key-rack,
She hung up her key, but took II
down again, as il she had changed
her mind. At least, this was the pot-
ter's impression az he bowed to her
in the midst OF the verbal lombard.
ment. Fortune went upstairs. Ten
or fifteen minutes elapsed, when she
returned, hung up the key, and walked
briskly toward the sideentrance at
the very moment George, in his fruit.
less search Of her, pushed through
the revolving doors in front And all
the time she was wondering how ii
was that her knees did not given un.
der. 1t was terrible. She balanced
between laughter and tears, hystert
cally.
CTo BE CoNTINuED)