Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1913-02-05

Juliet your Hedu ABOUT MT. 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
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 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. 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. - aE
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
comfture. 49,
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 ig-
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" If the maid had
any suspicion that there had been a
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
Gil.
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 a Reynolds hat Of grey
velour and sweeping plumes: as hand
some and distinguished a woman as
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
| a he h0l
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 it the one. thing,
IN justice to her own blood, she must
accomplish. She straightway7 dressed
for the street; and if she did not give
the same care as her mother to the
vital function, she produced an effect
that .merited comparison. &
II She loitered before the. porter's bu7
reau till she saw him busily engaged
in answering questions of some WON
| en- tourists. Then, with a slight but
friendly nod, she stepped, into the bu-
reau and stopped before. thessE S~-rack.
She hung up her key, but ok it
down again, as if 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. i Ten
or fifteen minutes elapsed, whom she
returned, hung up the key, and walked
briskly toward the side-entrance 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 it
was that her knees did not given un.
der. 1t was terrible. : She balanced
between laughter and tears, hysteri
cally.
She had gone scarcely a hundred
yards when she was accosted by a
tall Arab whom she indistinctly recol
lected having seen before; where, she
could not definitely imagine, 1t was
the ragged green turban that cleared
away her puZzlement. The Arab was
the supposed beggar over whom Rerci
val chow easily she had fallen into the
habit of calling him thatD had stun
bled. He stood so tall and straight
that she knew he wasn't going to beg;
so naturally she stopped. Without q
word, without even a look that ex
pressed anything, he slipped a note
into her hand, bowed with Oriental
gravity, and stepped aside for her to
proceed. She read the note hastily
as she continued her way. Horace;
Why should he wish to meet her that
evening, at the southeast corner OF
the Shari'a Mahomoud-El-Falaki, &
step from the British Consulate's
And she mustn't come in carriage
nor tell any one where she was go
ing? Why all such childish mystery
He could see her far more conven
iently in the lounging-room Of the
hotel. She tore the note into scraps
and flung them upon the air. She was
afraid. She was almost certain why
he wished to meet her where neither