Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-10-22
Continued from Yesterday

Mrs. Harrigan felt her heart sink.
The duke and James together meant
nothing short of a catastrophe; for
James would not know whom he was
addressing. and would make all man
ner of condolences. She knew some
thing would happen if she let him
ont of her sight. He was eternaliy
talking to strangers.
would you mind telling Mr.. Har-
rigan that I wish to see him?''
mot at all"
Nora stopped at the end of the
ballroom. Donald, let US go out into
the garden. / want a breath of air.
Did you see her.
Couldn't help seeing her. 1t was
the duke, 1 suppose. 1t appears that
he is an old friend of the duchess.
We'll go through the conservatory.
It's O short cut"
The night was full of moonshipe;
It danced upon the water, II fired the
f1ligree tops of the solemn cypress;
II laced the lawn with quivering
shadows, and heavy hung the cloying
perfume of the lockwood hedges.
30 bellissima noin!" she sang. us
It not glorious"
Nora" said Abbott, leaning sud
denly toward her.
Don't say it, Donald; please don't.
Don't waste your love on me. You
are a good man, and 1 should not be
worthy the name of woman if l did
not feel proud and sad. l want you
always as a friend, and if you decide
that cannot be I shall lose faith in
everything. / have never had
brother, and in these two short years
I have grown to look on you as one.
1 am sorry. But if you will look back
you will see that | never gave you
any encouragement. | was never
more than your comrade. / have
many faults, but l am not naturally
a coquette l know my heart; l know
II WE'LL
els there another?" in despair.
"Once upon a time, Donald, there
was. There is nothing now but
ashes. I am telling you this so that
it will not be so hard for you to re-
turn to the old friendly footing. You
are a brave man. Any man is who
takes his heart in his hand and offers
II to a woman. You are going to
take my hand and promise to be my
friend always"
"Ah. Moral"
you mustn't. Donald / can't re-
turn to the ballroom with my eyes
red. You viii never know how q
woman on the stage has to fight to
only a skirmish compared to the
ceaseless war men wage against her.
She has only the Notifications of her
wit and her presence of mind. Was |
not abducted in the heart of Paris :?
And but for the cowardiee of the
man. who knows what might have
happened? If / have beauty, God
gave II to me to wear, and wear it |
will. My father. the padre, you and
Do i N
other men living. I am often unhap-
py, but l do not inflict this unhappi-
ness on others Be you the same.
Be my friend; be brave and fight 1t
out of your heart" Quickly she drew
his head toward her and lightly
kissed the forehead. There! All,
Donald. | very much need a friend. .
"All right. Nora" bravely indeed,
for the pain in his young heart cried
out for the ends of the earth In
which to hide. "All right! I'm
young: maybe III get over it in time.
Always count on me. You wouldn't
mind going back to the ballroom
alone. would you? I've got an idea
I'd like to smoke over it, No, I'll take
YOU to the end of the conservatory
and come back. can't face the rest
of them just now" Is
Nora had hoped against hope that
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last few days she could not ignore
the truth that he really loved her.
She had thrown him and Celeste to-
gether in vain. Poor Celeste, poor
lovely Celeste, who wore her heart
upon her sleeve, patent to all eyes
save Donald's! Thus, it was with
defined purpose that she had lured
him this night into the garden. She
wanted to disillusion him.
The Barone. glooming in an OBJ
scure corner of the conservatory, saw
them come in. Abbott's brave young
face deceived him. At the door Abb
bolt smiled and bowed and returned
to the garden. The Barone rose to
follow him. He had committed a
theft of which he was genuinely
sorry; and he was man enough to
seek his rival and apologize. But
fate had chosen for him the worst
possible time. He had taken but a
step forward when tableau formed
by the door, causing him to pause
irresolutely.
Nora was face to face at last with
Flora Desimone.
81 wish to speak to you" said the
Italian abruptly.
Nothing you could possibly say
would interest me- declared Nora,
haughtily and made as if to pass
DO not be too sure" insolently.
Their voices We're low, but they
of fba Rarona who