Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1913-01-03

moon about in the f~ower-garden. Fook
ish cat! Harm Mr.. Jones? Whyf
For what purpose? | have no more
interest IN him than II he were ono
of hose 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 a hurry.
| am going out TO Mena House to leu
I've let Celeste of 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 inciplent rebel
lion, She heard Fortune crossing the
room. What are you doing?" petu-
lantly.
Il am ringing for the hall maid"
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 lndiffer.
ence, studied and untllial, left her
w%eaponless, 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
the tremor OF wrath no longer In her
throat.
Fortune turned a page, and jotted
down some notes with q pencil. Sad
as she was at heart. tragic as she
knew the result OF this outbreak 10
be, she could hardly repress a smile
ut the thought OF her mothers dis
comfiture.
And so the chasm widened. and
went on widening till the end Of TINA
Mrs. Chedsoye was glad that the
hallmaid knocked and came In inst
then. 1t at least saved her tho In
nomlny OF a 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. II shall
be In at dinner" II the maid ha@
any suspicion that there had been q
quarrel, she should at least be i'm
preSSpd with the fact that she. MIRA.
Chedsoye, was not to blame for It.
Fortune nibbled the end Of her pen
Gil.
The door closed behind her mothes
and the maid. She waited for n time,
Then she sprang to the window and
stood there. She saw her mothes
driven of. She was dressed In pearl
grey, with a Reynolds hat Of grey
velour and sweeping plumes: ne hand
some and distinguished a woman 40
could be found that day in all Cairo.
The watcher threw her Baedeker, her
notebook, and her pencil violently
into a corner. II had come to her "a
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 n thing
In Justice to her own blood, she must
accomplish. She straightway dreSBed
for the street: and II she did not give
the same care as her mother to the
vital function, she produced an ereca
that merited comparison.
She loitered before the porter's bu
reau till she saw him busily engaged
in answering questions Of some w0mr
en- tourists. Then, with a slight but
friendly nod, she stepped into the bu
real 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 por
ter's impression as he bowed to hen
N 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 sideentrance ~
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 I'M
der. It was terrible. She balanced
between laughter and tears, hysters
cally.
CTo BE CoNTTNUEDJ