Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-10-06

| once in the ballroom, that little son
of Satan called malice aforethought
/ took possession of her; and there was
havoc. If a certain American eoun-
tess had not patronized her; If GER
| tain lorgnettes implements of tor
| ture used by said son of SATAN had
not been leVeled in her direction; IL
certain fans had not been sugges-
lively spread between pairs of femi-
nine heads-Nora would have been
as harmless as a playful kitten.
From door to door of the ballroom
her mother fiuttered like hen with
duckling. Even Celeste was dis
turbed, for she saw that Nora's con-
duct was not due to any light-hearted
fun There was something bitter and
ironie cloaked by those smiles, that
tinkle of laughter. In fact, Nora
from Tuscany flirted outrageously.
The Barone sulked and tore at his
mustache. He committed any num-
Der of murders, by eye and by wish.
When his time came to dance with
the mischief maker, he whirled her
around savagely, and never said a
word and once done with, he sternly
returned her to her mother which he
deemed the wisest course to pursue.
Nora, you are behaving abomin-
ably!" whispered her mother, pale
with indignation.
well, | am having a good time
Your dance? Thank you"
And tender young American led
her through the mazes of the waltz,
as some poet who knew what he was
about phrased it.
1t Is not an eXaggeration to say
that there was not woman in the
ballroom to compare with her, and
some of them were maryelously
Cd ho
oVer-shadowed them not only by
sheer beauty, but by exuberance of
spirit. And they followed her with
hating eyes and whispered scandalous
things behind their fans and Won
dered what had possessed the
Marchesa to invite the bold beauty
and genius. As for the men, though
madness lay that way, eagerly as of
old they sought it.
BY way of parenthesis: Herr Ro-
sen marched up the hill and down
again, something after the manner of
a certain warrior king celebrated in
verse. The object of his visit had
gone to the ball at Cadenabbia. At
the hotel he demanded motor boat.
There was none to be had. In fu-
riouS state of mind he engaged two
oarsmen to row him across the lake.
And SO it came to pass that when
Nora, suddenly grown weary of the
play, full of bitterness and distaste,
hating herself and everyone else in
the world, stole out to the quay to
commune with the moon, she saw
him jump from the boat to the land
ing, scorning the steps. Instantly
sshe drew her lace mantle closely
about her face. 1t was useless. In
the man the hunters instinct was
much too keen.
$50 I have found youi"
"One would say that l had been in
hiding coldly.
From me. always. I have left
everything-duty, obligations - to
seek YOU
From any other man that might
be compliment"
81 am a prince" he said proudly.
She faced him with that quick res
olution that swift forming of pur-
pose which has made the Irish so
difficult in argument and persuasion.
"Will you marry me? VIII you make
me your wife legally? Before all the
world? Win you surrender, for the
sake of this love you profess. your
right to great inheritance? Will you
risk the anger and the iron hand of
your father for my sake?'
Herr Gottl I am mad" He COW
cred his eyes.
THAT expression proves that your
highness is sane again. Have you
realized the annoyances, the embar-
easements you have thrust upon me
by your pursuit? Have you not read
the scandalous innuendoes in
the newspapers Your highness,
! was not born on the Con-
tinent, so | look upon my work from
a point of view not common to those
of your caste, / am proud of it, and
look upon it with honor, honor i
am a woman. but I am not wholly
defenseless. There was time when
/ thought ! might number among my
friends n prince but you have made |
that impossible
Come" he said hoarseiy; "let us
go and find IA priest. You are riglh. |
/ love you; | will give up everything, !
eve1ything!"
For moment she was dumb. This
absolute surrender appalled, her. But
that good fortune which had ever
been at her side stepped into the
breach. And as she saw the tall form
of the Barone approach, she would
have thrown her arms around his
neck in pure glalness.
ooh, Barone!" she called Am I !
making you miss this dance?"
at does not matter, Signorina p"
The Barone stared keenly at the erect
and tense figure at the prima donna's
side.