The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-10-09

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One song won't hurt her. She's
made up her mind to sing. There's
nothing for US TO do but to sit tight.
No news from Parish"
mo"
Say. do you know what thinks"
"What?"
Some one has come across to the
police
Paris Is not New York. Mr.. Har-
rigan"
"Oh, don't know. There's a hun
dred cents to the dollar. my boy,
Paris or New York Why haven't
they moved? They can't tell me that
tow-headed chaps alibi was on the
level. l wish I'd been In Paris.
There'd been something doing. And
who was he? They refuse to give his
name. And can't get word out OF
Nora. Shuts me up with bang
when I mention It. Throws her
nerves all out. she says. I'd like to
get my hands on the blackguard.'
$50 would l. It's a puzzle. II he
had molested her while she was a
captive. you could understand. But
he never came near her"
/
II have my doubts about that. A
man who will go that far isn't Sab
ject 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 wa
terside, 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 humanity she
| obeyed none herself-nature pro-
.duced the prodigy. Ancestry was
nothing; habits, intelligence. physical
appearance counted for naught Har-
| rigan was q fine specimen OF the phys
ical man, yes; but to be the father
| OF q woman who was as beautiful as
the legendary goddesses and who
possessed voice Incompatible In the
living history Of music, here logic,
the cold and accurate intruder, found
an unlockable door. He liked the ex.
prize-hghter. 30 kindly and whole
some; but he also pitied him. Har-
rigan reminded him Of a seal he had
once seen In an aquarium tank; out
| OF his element, but merry-eyed and
| swimming round and round as II de-
termined to please everybody.
1T will be fine night said the
italian, pausing at Harrigan's 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 1t yet. It's no place
for sick man; only a well man could
come out OF 1t alive"
! The Barone laughed. Harrigan had
told this tale half q dozen times, but
each time the Barone felt called on
to laugh. The man was her father.
do you know, Mr.. Harr.gan. Miss
Iiarrigan Is not herself? She is
what do you call? better. She
laughs, but-ah. l do not know.--it
sounds not real"
We'll. she isn't over that rumpus
in Paris yet"
"Rumpus?"
'The abduction"
"Ah, yes! Rumpus is another word
for abduction? Yes, yes, / see."
NO, no! Rumpus is just a mix-up,
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 1t.
so Nora Is not herself; q case of
nerves. And to think that you called
there at the apartment the very day."
All. II had been there the right
time!"
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 accent.
but he seldom made a grammatical
error. But sometimes, too, men
grow mad at once, and they do things
In their madness. All, she Is 80 beau
tiful? She Is nightingale" The
Italian looked down on Como whose
broad expanse was crisscrossed by
rippled paths made by arriving and
departing steamers. 1T Is not won.
der that some man might want to
run away with her."
Harrigan looked curiously at the
other. We'll, 1t won't be healthy for
any man to try 1t again." The faith
err 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 e."
II smoke only cigarettes, replied
the Barone gravely. It had been DIFF
ficult to follow, this English.
Harrigan said nothing in return.
He had given up trying to explain to
the Italian the idiomatic style of old
Broadway. He got up and brushed
his nannels perfunctorily. "Well. I
suppose I've got to dress for supper."
resentfully. He still called II ann.
per; and, as In the matter OF the siik
has his wife no longer strove to cor.
rect him. The evening meal had AL
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