Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1913-03-19

| moon about in the fiower-garden Fool
ish chitl Harm Mr.. Jones? Whyf
For what purpose? / have no more
interest in him than II he were one
OF those mummies over in the muse
lum. And 1 certainly meant TO repay
him. should have done so II you
hadn't taken the task upon your own
broad shoulders. I am In a hurry
| am going out to Mena House to tea
I've let Celeste Of for the day, 50
please unlock my waist and do not
bother your head about Nr. 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 doing7" petu-
lantly.
Il am ringing for the hall-Ynaid.-
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 indiffer-
ence, studied and unfilial, left her
! weaponless; and she was too wise TO
unbridle her tongue, much as she
longed to do so. She was beaten. hot
an agreeable sensation to one who
counted only her victories.
Fortune, later you will be sorry for
| this spirit she said, when she felt
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 a smile
at the thought OF her mothers dis
comf1ture.
! 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 fg-
nominy OF retreat She dressed,
however, with the same deliberate
care that she had always used Moth
ing ever deranged her sense OF pro
portion relative to her toilet, nothing
ever made her forget its Importance
"Good-by dear" she said. 81 shall
be IN at dinner VI the maid had
any suspicion that there had been q
! quarrel, she should at Least be I'm.
pressed with the fact that she, Mrs.
Chedsoye. was not to blame for it.
| Fortune nibbled the end OF her pen
ell.
The door closed behind her mother
and the maid. She waited for time
Then she sprang to the window and
stood there. She saw her mother
driven off. She was dressed in pearl.
grey, with Reynolds hat OF grey
velour and sweeping plumes: as 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. 1t 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 abe did not give
the same care as her mother to the
'ANeAA LOhCAlOilB bub pfOuuCSo GuCCN
that merited comparison.
She loitered before the porter's bu-
reau till she saw him busily engaged
in answering questions OF some WON
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 81
down again, as II she had changed
her mind. At least, this was the por-
ter's impression as he bowed to her
in the midst OF the verbal lombard
ment. Fortune went upstairs. Ten
or fifteen minutes elapsed, when shs
returned, hung up the key, and walked
! briskly toward the side-entrance nc
the very moment George, in his fruit
less search of her. puzzled through
| the revolving doors in front And all
the time she was wondering how Il
was that her Bnees did not given IN.
| der. Il was terrible. She balanced
between laughter and tears. hysterf
| cally.