Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1913-03-29
CHAPTER V-(Continued.)

NTHf EN- N-kContlnueu'l
'Well?" said Mrs. Chedsoye, QUIZ
Zical smile slanting her lips.
You wish my opinion?" countereu
the daughter. He is shy. but he Is
neither stupid nor silly: and when ne
smiles he is really good-looking."
MY child" replied the woman'
drawing of her gloves and examining
her shapely hands, Il have looked In
TO the very heart OF that young man
A thousand years ago. a red-cross Oh
his surtout, be would have been beat
Ing his fists against the walls OIL
Jerusalem; five hundred years later
he would have been singing chant
royales under lattice-windows; a pa
ladin and a poet"
How do you know that? Did ne
make love to your"
mo; but / made love TO him with
out bis knowing It; and that was
more to my purpose than having him
make love to me-" enigmatically.
Three days, and he was so guileess
that he never asked my name. But
In Monte Carlo, as you know. one asks
only your bankers name"
And your purpose?"
1T is still mine. dear. Do you real
ize that we haven't seen each other
in four months. and that you haven't
offered to kiss me
Did he go away without writing to
you about that money!"
Mrs. Chedsoye calmly plucked out
the inturned fingers of her gloves. Il
believe | did receive a note inclosing
his bankers address. but, unfortu-
nately, In the confusion Of returning
to Paris, lost 1t. My memory has
always been a trial to me-" sadly.
"Since when?" coldly. There is not
woman living with a keener memory
than yours"
You flatter me. IN affairs that IN
terest me, perhaps"
You never meant to pay him. It
is horrible"
My dear Fortune. how you jump at
conclusions! Did | not offer him q
draft the very first thing?"
Knowing that at such a moment he
could not possibly accept it," de-
risively. Sometimes hate you!"
in these days flial devotion Is q
lost art"
mo, no; IT is a flower parents have
ceased TO cultivate"
And there was In the tone q
strained note which described an In
tense longing to be loved. For II
George Percival Algernoh Jones was
lonely young man, II was the result
of his own blindness; whereas Fortune
search OF that which she never could
find. The wide Lybian desert held
upon its face a loneliness, a desolation,
less mournful than that which reigned
within her heart.
Hush! We are growing sentiment.
al" warned the mother Besides, |
believe we are attracting attention"
Her glance swept a half-circle com.
placentiy.
Pardon me! should be sorry TO
draw attention to you. knowing how
you abhor it."
MY child. learn from me: temper IL
the arch-enemy of smooth complex.
Ions. Jones-it makes you laugh"
1T is a honiely, honest name"
II grant that. But Percival Aleer.
non Jonest". Mrs. Chedsoye laughed
softly. II was one Of those pleasant
sounds that caused persons within
hearing to wait for II to occur again
Come: let US 60 up to the room. II
IL a dull, dusty Journey in from Port
Said"
Alone. Fortune was certain that for
her mother her heart knew nothing
but hate. Neglect, indifference. In.
justice. misunderstanding, the chin
repellence that always met the least
outreaching of the child's affections
the unaccountable disappearance
the terror Of the unknown. the blant
wall OF ignorance behind which shs
was always kept. upon these hate haa
builded her dark and broodine "a.
treat. Yet. never did the mother com.
within the radius of her sight that an.
did not fall under the spell =,
strange fascination. enchanting. 0rh,
against II how she might. A kindly
touch OF the hand. single mother.
smile. and she would have flung he,
arms about the other woman's neck
But the touch and the mother.smil.
never came. She knew. she under.
stood; she wasn't wanted. she hadn,,
been wanted in the beginning: 10 he,
mother she was as the young of AMI.
mails. interesting only up to that timo
when they could stapd alone. Tha,
the mother never made and hela
feminine friendships was in nowiss
astonishing. Beauty and charm. spch
as she possessed. served fmmediatelv
TO stimulate envy In other women's
, hearts. And that men OF all stations
in life flocked about her, why. II 1,
the eternal tribute demanded OF bean.
~. Here and there the men we're No,
all the daughter might have wished
Often they burnt sweet flattery at hey
shrine, tentatively; but as she coolly
stamped out these incipfent fires
they at length came to regard her as
one regards the beauty OF a frosted
window, as a thing to admire and
praise in passing. One ache Away,
abided; the bitter knowledge that had
she met in kind smile for smile and
lest for Jest. she might have been he,
mothers boon companion. But deer
back in some hidden chamber q her