The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1913-01-11

For What purpose? have no ;uora
interest IN him than If he wers ooe
OF those nlummies over in the Tsuge-
UNI. And I certainly meant to repay
him. should have done SO If you
hadn't taken the task upon your own
broad shoulders. am in a hurry.
I am going out to Mena House to taa.
I've let Celeste off for the day, so
please unlock my waist and do rot
bother your head about Mr. 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?" pet1.-
lantly.
II am ringing for the hall-maid.s
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, pretestations; but this indiffer.
ence, studied and unfihal, left he7
Weaponless; and she was too wise to
unbridle her tongue, much as shs
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 heg
throat.
Fortune turned a page. and jottefs
down some notes with a pencil Sad
as she was at heart, tragic as sb0
knew the result of this outbreak to
be. she could hardly repress a srnila
at the thought Of her mothers die.
| comfture.
And SO the chasm widened, aud
went on widening till the end Of tima.
Mrs. Chedsoye was glad that tina
ha1l-maid knocked and came In jast
then. It at least saved her tho Ia
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,
| aGood-by dear" she said 81 shall
be in at dinner n the maid had
any suspicion that there had been &
quarrel, she should at least be I'm
pressed with the fact that she, Mra
Chedsoye, was not to blame for 1t.
Fortune nibbled the end OF her nen
Gil
| The door closed behind hen ,nothea
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: us hand
some and distinguished woman al
could be found that day In all Cairo
The watcher threw her Baedeker, hal
| notebook, and her pencil violently
| into a corner It had come TO her al
last, this thing that she had been
| striving for since noon. She did MOI
care what the risks were; the storm
was too high in her heart to unten
to the voice Of caution. She would
do it; for she judged It the one thing
in justice to her own blood, she nluss
accomplish. She sraightway dressed
for the street; and il she did not give
the same care as her mother to the
vital function, she produced an eEes.l
that merited comparison.
She j1oitered before the porter's bys
reau till she saw him busily engaged
in answering questions Of some worn
en- tourists. Then, with q slight bui
friendly nod, she stepped into the hu
reau and stopped before the key-rack
She hung up her key, but took Il
down again, as Il she had changed
her mind. At least, this waa the por
ter's impression as he bowed to her
in the midst CT the verbal lombard
ment- Fortune went upstairs Ten
or fifteen minutes elapsed, when sha
returned, hung up the key, and walked
brisk1y toward the side-entrance ut
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 Il
was that her knees did not given un,
der. It was terrible. She balanced
between laughter and tears, hyssers
cally.
cTo BE CoNTfNUEDo