The Mena weekly star., 1913-05-22

ant to see. Suddenly he laughed. The barmaid stopped at her work. She had somewhere heard laughter like that. It gave her shiver. Where had she heard it? Yes, that was it. A man who had played the devil in an opera called Fawst or something like that Would she ever see dear old foggy London again? With a vain sigh she went on rinsing the glasses and coffee-cups.
 When George rolled out of bed it was eleven. He bathed and dressed, absolutely content, regretless of the morning hours he had wasted Truth to tell, he hadn't enjoyed sleep so thoroughly in weeks. He set to work, ridding the room of its clutter of | books and clothes and what-nots. Might as well get the bulk of his pack ing out of the way while he thought of it.
 Why had he been in such dreadful | hurry to pull out? Cairo was just now the most delightful place he knew of. | To leave behind the blue skies and warm sunshine, and to face instead the biting winds and northern snows, rather dispirited him. He paused, a | pair of trousers dangling from his hand. Pshaw! Why not admit it frankly and honestly? Wherever For tune Chedsoye was or might be, there was the delectable country. He hadn't thought to ask her when she was to leave, nor whither she was to | go. The abruptness with which she had left him the night before puzzled rath 3r than disturbed him. Oh, well; this old planet was neither so deep nor so round as 1t had once been. What with steamships and railroads, l the so-called four ends were drawn closely together. He would ask her casually, as if it did not particularly matter. In Naples it would be an easy matter to change his booking to New York. From Naples to Mentone was only question of few hours.
 | "I doesn't seem possible, George, old boy, does it? But it's true; and there's no use trying to fool yourself that it isn't. Fortune Chedsoye it will be a shame to add Jones to it; but I'm going to try"
 He pressed down the last book, the last collar, the last pair of shoes, and sat upon the lid of the trunk. He growled a little. The lock was always bothering him. It was wonderful how many things chap could take out of trunk and how plagued few he could put back. It did not seem to relieve | the pressure if he added a steamer 1 trunk here or a suitcase there; tAeI ( was always just so much there wasa { any room for Truly, it needed a wom- ans hand to pack a trunk However | his mother in the old school-days had got all his belongings into one trunk was still an unsolved mystery
 Stubborn as the lock was, persever- ance overcame it. George then, as a | slight diversion, spread the ancient | Yhiordes over the trunk and stared at 1t in pleasurable contempfati What a beauty it was! What exquisite blue, what soft red, what minute patterns! And this treasure was his. He leaned down upon it with his two hands. A l color stole into his cheeks. It had its source in an old confusion; school boys jeering a mate seen walking 1 home from school with a girl. It was all rot, he perfectly knew, this wish l ing business; and yet he flung into the sun-warmed, sun-gilded space an ar dent wish, sent it speeding round the | world from east to west Fast as heat, fast as light it travelled, for no sooner had 1t sprung from his mind than 1t entered the window of a room across the corridor. Whether the window was open or shut was of no importance whatever. Such wishes penetrated and went through all obstacles. And this one touched Fortunes eyes, her hair, her lips; 1t caressed her in a thousand happy ways. But, alas! such wishes are without temporal power.
 Fortune never knew. She sat in a chair, her fingers locked tensely, her eyes large and set in gaze, her lips compressed. her whole attitude one of impotent despair.
 George did not see her at lunch, and consequently did not enjoy the hour. Was she i'll? Had she gone away? Would she return before he started? He greeted the Major as one greets a long-lost friend; and by gradations George considered clever indeed, brought the conversation down to For tune. No, the Major did not know where she was. She had gone early to the bazaars. Doubtless she was lunching alone somewhere She had the trick of losing herself at times. Mrs. Chedsoye was visiting friends at Shepheard's. When did MT. Jones leave for America? What! on the mor- row? The Major shook his head re- gretfully. There was no place like Cairo for Christmas.
 George called a carriage, drove about the principal streets and shop ping districts, and used his eyes dili- gently; but it was loves labor lost. Not even when he returned at tea-time did he see her. Why hadn't he known and got up? He could have shown her the bazaars; and there wasn't drago- man in Cairo more familiar with them than he. A wasted day, totally wasted. He hung about the lounging-room till it was time to go up and dress for dinner. Tonight Gas if the gods had turned Georges future affairs over to the care of Momus) he dressed as if he were going to the opera; swallow tail, white vest. high collar and white lawn cravat, opera -Fedora. and thin.