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Involuntarily Zora's hand crept out protectingly and lay a moment over the white jewelled fingers. Then quickly recovering herself, she started hastily to withdraw it, but the woman's fingers closed around the darker ones, and Mrs. Vanderpool's eyes became dim. "I need you, Zora," she said; and then, seeing the half-formed question, "Yes, and you need me; we need each other.
She put both her hands on his shoulders and said as she kissed his lips: "Bles, almost thou persuadest me to be a fool. Now go." Thirty "I never realized before just what a lie meant," said Zora. The paper in Mrs. Vanderpool's hands fell quickly to her lap, and she gazed across the toilet-table. As she gazed that odd mirage of other days haunted her again.
Vanderpool's influence just now, and he was willing to pay considerable for it. Once under obligation to him her services would be very valuable. He was glad to find Mrs. Cresswell there. It showed that the Cresswells were still intimate, and the Cresswells were bound to him and his interests by strong ties. He bowed as Mrs.
"And what shall you do?" she asked. "I'm going back South to work for my people." "When?" The old careworn look stole across Mrs. Vanderpool's features. Zora came gently forward and slipped her arms lovingly about the other woman's neck. "Not right off," she said gently; "not until I learn more. I hate to leave you, but it calls!" Mrs.
Miss Smith slowly arose, shivering a bit and wondering who could possibly be rapping at that time in the morning. She sniffed the chilling air and was sure she caught some lingering perfume from Mrs. Vanderpool's gown. She had brought this rich and rare-apparelled lady up here yesterday, because it was more private, and here she had poured forth her needs.
Vanderpool's lips the smile died. Mary Taylor flushed, and Mrs. Grey cried frankly: "Poor things!" she whispered. "Now," said Mrs. Grey, turning about, "we haven't but just a moment and we want to take a little look at your work." She smiled graciously upon Miss Smith. Mrs. Grey thought the cooking-school very nice. "I suppose," she said, "that you furnish cooks for the county."
"The balance is four thousand seven hundred and ninety-eight dollars," said Miss Smith. "Yes, and then there's Mrs. Vanderpool's check." "How much is that?" Zora paused; she did not know. In her world there was little calculation of money. Credit and not cash is the currency of the Black Belt. She had been pleased to receive the check, but she had not examined it.
So was her brother, only differently; he was making money; he was planning to make more, and he had something to pet which seemed to him extraordinarily precious and valuable. Taylor eagerly inquired after the cloth, and followed the ladies to Zora's room, adjoining Mrs. Vanderpool's, to see it.
Vanderpool's finished accents. Her face went suddenly gray. The Silver Fleece was not hers! It belonged She rose hastily. The door opened and they came in. The cutting must begin at once, they all agreed. "Is it ready, Zora?" inquired Helen. "No," Zora quietly answered, "not quite, but tomorrow morning, early." As soon as she was alone again, she sat down and considered.
Mr. Easterly sat in Mrs. Vanderpool's apartments in the New Willard, Washington, drinking tea. His hostess was saying rather carelessly: "Do you know, Mr. Vanderpool has developed a quite unaccountable liking for the idea of being Ambassador to France?" "Dear me!" mildly exclaimed Mr. Easterly, helping himself liberally to cakes. "I do hope the thing can be managed, but "
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