Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-10-03

| man who will go that far isn't sub
iect to any arrangement of his nerves.
Want me to bring up the checkers"
"Sure. I've got two rubbers hang
ing over you"
The artist took the path that led
around the villa and thence down by
many steps to the village by the
waterside. to the cream-tinted cluster
of shops and enormous hotels.
The italian was more fortunate.
He was staying at the villa. He rose
and sauntered over to Harrigan, who
was always a source of interest to
him Study the man as he might,
there always remained a profound
mystery to his keen Italian mind
Every now and then nature--to prove
that while she provided laws for hui
mainly she obeyed none herself-na-
ture produced the prodigy. Ancestry
was nothing; habits, intelligence.
physical appearance counted for
naught Harrgan was a fine speci-
men of the physical man, yet; but to
be the father of a woman who was as
beautiful as the legendary goddesses
and who possessed a voice incom-
parable in the living history of music,
here logic, the cold and accurate in
truder, found an unlocl<able door. He
liked the eX-priZe-flghter, so kindly
and wholesome, but he also pitied
him. Harrigan reminded him of seal
he had once seen in an aquarium
tank: out of his element, but merry
eyed and swimming round and round
as if determined to please everybody.
ut will be a fine night" said the
Italian. pausing at Harrigans bench.
EVERY night is fine here, Barone, :"
replied Harrigan. why they had
me up in Marienbad a few weeks ago,
and I'm not over it yet. It's no place
for a sick man; only a well man
man could come out of it alive"
The Barone laughed. Harrigan had
told this tale half dozen times, but
each time the Barone felt called on to
laugh The man was her father.
do you know, Mr.. IIarrigan, Miss
IIarrigan is not herself? She is
what do you call?-bitter. She laughs,
but--ah, l do not know--it sounds not
reali'
well, she isn't over that rumpus
in Paris yet.
"Rumpus?'
1.-THE abduction"
"Ah. yes! Rumpus is another
word for abduction? Yes, yes, 1
See
mo, no! Rumpus is just mix-up,
a row. anything that makes noise,
calls in the police. You can make a
rumpus on the piano, over game
of cards. anything
The Barone spread his hands. 81
comprehend" hurriedly. He compre
hended nothing, but he was too
proud to admit it.
so Nora is not herself; case or
nerves And to think that you called
there at the apartment the very day.
"Ah, if | had been there the right
timel"
But what puts me down for the
count is the action of the fellow.
Never showed up; just made her
miss two performances"
He was afraid. Men who do cow
ardly things are always afraid
The Barone spoke with decided ac-
cent, but he seldom made a gram
NAUTICAL error. But, sometimes, too,
men grow mad at once, and they do
things in their madness. All, she is
so beautiful! She is a nightingale"
The Italian looked down on Como,
whose broad eXpanse was cris-
crossed by rippled paths made by ar
irving and departing steamers. ut
is not a wonder that some man
might want to run away with her"
Harrigan looked curiously at the
other well, it won't be healthy
for any man to try it again" The
father held out his powerful hands
for the Baroness inspection. They
called mutely but expressively for
the throat of the man who dared.
It'll never happen again. Her
mother and I are not going away
from her any more. When she sings
in Berlin I'm going to trail along;
when she hits the high note in Paris,
I'm lingering near; when she trills
in London I'm hiding in the shadow.
And you may put that in your pipe
and smoke it."
Il smoke only cigarettes" replied
the Barone gravely. 1t had been diff
cult to follow this English.
(To BE Continued Tomorrow