Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1913-01-02
CHAPTER v.--(contlnusd.)

CHAPTER V.-(contlnued.)
"Well?" said Mrs. Chedsoye, a quiz
xical smile slanting her lips.
"You wish my opinion?" countered
the daughter, "He is shy, but he is
neither stupid nor silly; and when he
-smiles he is really good-looking."
my child" replied the woman,
drawing of her gloves and examining
her shapely hands, Il have looked In
20 the very heart of that young man.
A thousand years ago, a red-cross on
his surtout, he would have been beat
eng his fists against the walls of
Jerusalem; FIVE hundred years later,
he would have been singing chant
royales under lattice-windows; a pa
iadin and a poet"
How do you know that? Did he
make love to you?"
mo; but I made love to him with
out his knowing 1t; and that was
more to my purpose than having him
make love to me-" systematically.
"Three days, and he was so guileless
that he never asked my lame. But
in Monte Carlo, as you know, n asks
only your bankers name"
"And your purpose?"
at is still mine, dear. Do you real
rize that we haven't seer each other
in four months, and that you haven't
offered to kiss me
Ibid he go away without writing to
you about that money!"
Mrs. Chedsoye calmly plucked out
che inturned fingers Of her gloves. Il
believe l did receive a note inclosing
his bankers address. but, unfortu-
nately, in the confusion of returning
to Paris. 1 lost it. My memory has
always been a trial to me-" sadly.
"Since when?" coldly. There is not
a woman living with a keener memory
than yours"
"You latter me. In affairs that In
terest me, perhaps"
You never meant to pay him. 1t
is horrible"
my dear Fortune, how you jump at
conclusions! Did l not offer him a
draft the very first thing?"
Knowing that at such a moment he
could not possibly accept it?" de-
risively. Sometimes I hate you'll"
'In these days filial devotion is a
cost art"
mo. no; 1t is a flower parents have
ceased to cultivate"
And there was In the tone a
strained note which described an in
tense longing to be loved. For If
George Percival Algernon Jones was
. lonely young man. 1t vas the result
Of his own blindness; whereas Fortune
Chedsoye turned hither and thither In
search of that which she never could
find. The wide Lybian desert held
upon It's face a loneliness, a desolation,
less mournful than that which reigned
within her heart.
"Hushl We are growing sentiment
al" warned the mother. Besides, ]
believe we are attracting attention.
Her glance swept a half-circle com.
p%lacently.
Pardon me! l should be sorry tc
draw attention to you, knowing how
you abhor it."
MY child, learn from me; temper Is
the arch-enemy Of smooth complex
ions. Jones-it makes you laugh"
TT is a homely, honest name"
II grant that. But a Percival Alger
o Jones!" Mrs. Chedsoye laughed
softly. It was n Of those pleasant
sounds that caused persons within
hearing to wait f6fit to occur again
Come; let us go up to the room. /
is a dull, dusty journey In from Por
Said"
Alone, Fortune was certain that 70
her mother her heart knew nothinl
but hate. Neglect, indifference, in
Justice, misunderstanding the chill
repellence that always met the Ieas
outreaching Of the child's affections
the unaccountable disappearance
the terror of the unknown, the blanl
wall Of ignorance behind which sh,
was always kept, upon these hate ha,
huilded her dark and brooding re
treat. Yet, never did the mother com
within the radius of her sight that sh
did not fall under the spell O
strange fascination, enchanting, figh
against It how she might. A kindl
touch Of the hand, a single mother
smile, and she would have flung he
arms about the other woman's mech
But the touch and the mother-smil
never anne She knew, she undel
stood; she wasn't wanted, she hadn
been wanted in the beginning; to he
mother she was as the young OF an
mails, interesting only up to that tim
when they could stand alone. Ths
the mother never made and hel
femtdine friendships wal in nowia
astonishing. Beauty and charm, sue
az she possessed, served immediatel
10 stimulate envy In other women
Aaarts. And that men Of all station