The Detroit times., 1913-10-10

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.
We'll. | am having a good time :.
Your dance. Thank you"
And tender young American led
her through the maxes OF the waltz.
as some poet who knew what he was
about phrased it
II Is not an exaggeration to say
that there was not q woman In the
ballroom to compare with her. and
some OF them were marvelously
gowned and complexioned. too. She
over-shadowed them not only by
sheer beauty, but by exurberance OF
spirit. And they followed her with
hating eyes and whispered scandalous
things behind their fans and won.
dered what had possessed the March,
esa TO invite the bold thing: SO does
medlocrity pay homage to beauty and
genius. AZ for the men. though mad
ness lay that way. eagerly as OF old
they sought II.
By way OF parenthesis: Herr Ro-
sen marched up the hill and down
again. something after the manner OF
q certain warrior king celebrated In
verse. The object OF his visit had
gone to the ball at Cadsn a bbia. AT
the hotel he demanded a motor-boat.
There was none to bs had. In a fu-
rious state OF mind. he engaged two
oarsmen to row him across the lake.
And so II came to pass that when
Nora. suddenly grown weary Of the
play. full Of bitterness and distaste,
hating herself and every one else in
the world. stole out TO the quay to
commune with the moon. she saw him
Jump from the boat to the landing,
scorning the steps. Instantly she drew
her Lace mantle closely about her
face. 1t was useless. In the man the
hunters instinct was much too keen.
so have found you!"
Ono would say that l had been In
hiding?" coldly.
From me, always. have LETT
everything-duty. obligations-to seek
you"
Prom any other man that might
be . compliment
II am q prince" he said proudly.
She faced him with that quick reso-
luton. that swift forming Of purpose.
which has made the Irish 80 difiicult
in argument and persuasion. will
you marry me! WILL you make me
your wife legally? Before all the
world? Will you surrender, for the
sake Of this love you profess, your
right TO q great Inheritance? VIII
you risk the anger and the iron hand
Of your father for my sakef"
Herr 0ott! Il 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
newspapers7 Your Highness, I was
not born on the Continent, so I look
upon my work from q point Of view
not common to those of your caste.
am proud Of 1t, and look upon It with
honor. honor. I am q woman. but I
am not wholly defenseless There
was time when I thought l might
number among my friends q prince:
but YOU have made that impossible .
Come" he said hoarsely; let us
60 and find a priest You are right.
I love you. will give up every.
thing. everything!"
For Q moment abe 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 could have
thrown her arms around his neck IN
pure gladness.
"Oh. Barone!" she called. Am I
making you miss this dance?"
1T does not matter, Signorina." The
Barone stared keenly at the erect and
tense figure at the primA donna's
side.
You will excuse me. Herr Rosen.'
said Nora, as she laid her hand upon
the Baroness arm.
Herr Rosen bowed stiffly; and the
two left him standing uncovered in
the moonlight.
What 10 he doing here? What
has he been saying to your the Ba-
rome demanded. Nora withdrew her
hand from his arm. Pardon me-"
said he contritely. II have no right
to ask you such questions"
II was not long after midnight when
the motor-boat returned to its abid.
ing place. On the way over CONVEX.
sation Jagged, and finally died alto
vofhor Mrs Harpt~an fall as1eou