Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-10-04
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a Russian princess or a lady. from the
Faubourg st. German somewhere
about, resting after a strenuous win
ter along the Riviera. Nora Har-
rigan sought it not only because she
loved the spot, but because it shell
tered her from idle curiosity. 1t was
almost as if the villa was hers and
the other people her guests.
Harrigan crossed the room brisk
~, urged by an appetite as sound
as his views on life. The chef here
was king; there was always some
thing to look forward to at the din
ner hour: some new way of serving
spinach or lentils. or some irresisti-
BILE salad. He smiled at every one
and pulled out his chair.
sorry to keep you folks waiting"
james,"
pWhat's the matter now" he asked
good -naturedly. Never that tone but
something was out of kilter
His wife glanced wrathfully at his
feet. Wonderingly he looked down.
In the heat of the battle with his
cravat he had forgotten all about his
tennis shoes.
81 see. No soup for mine lie
went back to his room philosophical
w. There was always something
wrong when he got into these infer
nal clothes
Mother said Nora, why can't
you let him be-
But white shoes!" in horror.
"Who cares? He's the patientiest
man | know. We're always nagging
him, and |, for one, am going to stop.
Look about! So few men and women
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here, and that is why ! like it.
81 shall never be able to do any
thing with him as long as he sees
that his mistakes are being condoned
by YOU" bitterly responded the
mother. "Some day he will humiliate
us all by his carelessness."
"Oh. bother!" Morals elbow slyly
dug into Celeste's side a
The pianist's pretty face was bent
over her soup. She had grown accus-
toned to these little daily riffs. For
the great, patient, clumsy, happy-go-
lucky man she entertained an intense
pity But it was not the kind that
humiliates; on the contrary, 1t was
of mothering disposition; and the
ex-gladia dimly recognized 1t, and
felt more comfortable with her than
with any other woman excepting
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better than either mother or daugh-
ter; he was too late; he belonged to
distant time. the beginning of the
Christian era; and often she pictured
him Drawing the net and the trident
in the saffroned arena.
Mrs. Hnrrigan broke her bread
vexatiously Her husband refused to
think for himself, and it was wearing
on her nerves to watch him day and
night. Deep down under the surface
of new adjustments and social am
billions, deep in the primitive heart,
he was still her man. But it was only
when he limped with an occasional
twinge of rheumatism or a tooth
ached. or he dallied with his meals
that the old love instinct broke up
through these artificial crustations.
True, she never knew how often he
invented these trivial ailments, for he
soon came into the knowledge that she
was less concerned about him when
he was hale and hearty She still re-
tanned evidences of a blossomy beauty.
Abbott had once said truly that nature
had experimental on her: it was
in the reproduction that perfection
had been reached. To see the father
the mother and the daughter together
1t was not difficult to fashion a
theory as to the latter's splendid
health and physical superiority Ar
irving at this point, however, theory
began to fray at the ends. No one
could account for the genius and the
voice. The mother often stood lost
in wonder that out of an ordinary
childhood this marvel should emerge
hers!
She was very ambitious for her
daughter. She wanted to see nothing
less than a dueal coronet upon the
child's brow, British preferred. If or
binary chorus girls and vaudeville
stars, possessing only passable beauty
and no intelligence whatever, could
bring earls into their nets, there was
no reason why Nora could not be a
princess or duchess. So she planned
accordingly. But the child puzzled
and eluded her; and from time to
time she discovered a disquieting
strength OF character behind a dis
arming amiability. Ever since Nora
had returned home by way of the
Orient the mother had recognized a
subtle change, so subtle that she
never had an opportunity of alluding
to it verbally. Perhaps the fault lay
at her own door. She should never
have permitted Nora to come abroad
alone to fill her engagements.
ITO Be Continued Monday.)
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