The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1913-02-06
CHAPTER xvll.-(contlnued)

CHAPTER XVII.-(Continued.)
I'VE might as we'll get Fortunes
things out Of the way, too, Celeste. "
Yes, Madame"
And bring my chocolate at half
after eight in the morning. 1t is quite
possible that we shall sail tomorrow
night from Port Said. II not from
there, from Alexandria. 1t all depends
upon the booking, which can not be
very heavy going west this time Of
year"
"As madame knows" came from the
depth Of the cavernous trunk. Celeste
was no longer surprised; at least she
never evinced this emotion. For
twelve years now she had gone from
one end Of the globe to the other, upon
the shortest notice. While surprise
was lost to her or under such con-
troll as to render it negligible, she still
shivered with pleasurable excitement
at the thought of entering port.
Madame was so clever, so transcen.
IDENTIFY clever! If she, Celeste, had
not been loyal she might have retired
long ago, and owned shop of her
own in the busy Rue de Rivoli. But
that would have meant humdrum ex-
istence; and besides, she would have
grown fat, which, of the seven hor.
rors confronting woman, so madame
said, was first in number.
BE very careful how you handle
that blue ball-gown."
"Oh, Madame!" reproachfully.
1T is the silver braid. Do not
press the rosettes too harshly."
Celeste looked up. Mrs. Chedsoye
answered her inquiring gaze with
thin smile.
You are wonderful, Madame."
And so are you, Celeste, in your
way"
At ten o'clock Mrs. Chedsoye was
ready for her pillow. She slept fit.
fully; awoke at eleven and again at
twelve. After that she knew nothing
more till the maid reused her with
the cup of chocolate. She sat up and
slipped slowly. Celeste waited at the
bedside with the tray. Her admira-
ton for her mistress never waned.
Mrs. Chedsoye was just as beautiful
in dishabille as in ball-gown. She
drained the cup, and as she turned
to replace 1t upon the tray, dropped
it with clatter, startled cry coming
from her lips.
'Madame?"
1t had not been slept in. The
steamer-cloak lay across the counter.
pane exactly where Celeste herself
had laid 1t the night before. Mrs.
Chedsoye sprang out Of her bed and
ran barefoot to the other. Fortune
had not been in the room since dinner.
time.
Celeste, dress me as quickly as
possible. Hurry! Something has
happened to Fortune"
Never, in all hGr years of service,
could she recolle& such a toilet as
madame made tEat morning. And
never before had she shown such con.
Germ over her daughter. 1t was amaz.
ing!
The little fool! The little foolI"
Mrs. Chedsoye repeatedly murmured
as the nimble fingers of the maid few
over her. "The silly little fool; and
at time like this!" Not that re.
morse Of any kind stirred Mrs. Ched,
soye's conscience; she was simply ex.
tremely annoyed.
She Mastered out into the corridor
and knocked at the door Of her broth.
ers room. No answer. She new
downstairs. and there she saw him
coming In from the street. He greet
cd her cheerily. IS
TITS all right. Kate; plenty OF room
on the Ludwig We shall take the aft
ernoon train for Port Said. She sails
at dawn tomorrow instead OF to.
night. I. !. What's upf' suddenly
noticing his sisters face. ,ta