Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-09-30
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selection of her stage name; but she
| had chosen Eleonora da Toscana be-
cause she believed there was good
| luck in IT, Once, long before the
world knew of her, she had returned
home from Italy unexpectedly
molly, here's Nora, from Tuscany
her delighted father had cried, who
at that time had nebulous idea that
| Tuscany was somewhere in Ireland
because it had a Celtic ring to it,
Being filled with love of Italy, its
| tongue, its history, its physical
! beauty, she naively translated
Mora from Tuscany into Italian
| and declared that when she
went upon tbs stage she would be
known by that name. There had
been some smiling over the pseudo
nym; but Nora was Irish enough to
cling to it. By and by the great
music-loving public ceased to con-
Germ itself about her name; it was
her fresh beauty and her wonderful
voice they craved to see and hear.
| Kings and queens, emperors and en-
presses, princes and princesses-what
| is called royalty and nobility in the
newspapers freely gave her homage.
Quite a rise in the world for a little
girl who had once lived in a shabby
! apartment in New York and run
barefooted on the wet asphalts, sum-
mer nights!
But Nora was not recalling the
| happy scenes of her childhood; in
deed. no; she was still threatening
| Paris Once there. she would not lack
for reprsals. To have played on her
| pityl To have made a lure of her
( tender concern for thea unfortunate!
Never would she forgive such base
ness. And only q little while ago
! she had been as happy as the night
| ingale to which they compared her.
/ Never had she wronged any one;
she had been kindness and thought
! fulness to all with whom she had
! come in contact. But from now on!
Her fingers frightened round
the bars. She might have posed as
Dido when she learned that the noble
/ Aeneas was dead. War. war; woe
! to the moths who fluttered about her
/ head hereafter!
| All. but had she been happy? Her
hands slid down the bars. Her ex
| preston changed. The mouth dropped,
| the eagle-light in her eyes dimmed
From out the bright morning, some
! where had come WEAKNESS. and with
| this came weakness. and finally tears.
/ She heard the key turn in the lock.
| They had never come so early be-
! lore. one WAS 10 ste lLdI
! her jailer did not close the door as
usual He put down the breakfast
! tray on the table. There was tea and
toast and fruit.
"Mademoiselle. there has been a
! terrible mistake" said the man hum
bly,.
"Ah! So you have found that out?'
she cried.
Eyes. You are not the person for
whom this room was intended"
Which was half truth and perfectly
! true, paradoxical as it may seem.
Eat your breakfast in peace. You
are free, mademoiselle.'
| Free? You will not hinder me if
l walk through that door,"
| mo, mademoiselle. On the con-
trary, l shall be very glad, and so
will my brother, who guards you at
night. l repeat, there has been a
frightful mistake. Monsieur Cham
! peaux ~
| Monsieur Champeaux!" Nora was
| bewildered. She had never heard
this name before.
He calls himself that" was the
diplomatic answer.
All Noras suspicious took firm
| ground again. will you describe
| this Monsieur Champeaux to me?'
asked the actress, coming into life.
| He is short, dark and old,
| mademoiSelle."
Rather, is he not tall, blond and
young?' ironically
ITO BE Continued Tomorrow9