The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-10-07

east as the east burned toward the
west Sunday and Monday, Tuesday
and Wednesday and Thursday, today;
and that the Ave dawns were singular
In beauty and that she had never In
her life before witnessed the creation
OF Ave days, one after another. made
no impression upon her sense OF the
beautiful. SO delicate and receptive In
ordinary times She was conscious
that within her the cup OF wrath was
overfiowing. or other things. such as
eating and sleeping and moving about
In her cage (more like an eagle indeed
than nightingale). recurrence had
blunted her perception.
Her clothes were soiled and crumS'
led. sundrily torn: her hair was IN
disorder. and tendrils hung about her
temples and forehead-thick black
hair, full OF purple tones In the sun
light-for she had not surrendered
peacefully to this Incarceration. Dig
nifty, that phase OF philosophy which
accepts quietly the inevitable. she had
thrown to the winds. She had fought
desperately, primordially, when she
had learned that her errand OF mercy
was nothing more than a cruel hoax.
"Oh. but he shall pay. he shall
pay" she murmured. striving TO loos-
On the bars with her small, white.
helpless hands. The cry seemed TO
be an arietta, for through all these
four maddening days she had voiced II
now low and deadly with hate, now
full-toned In burning anger, now brok-
en- by sobs Of despair. VIII you new
or come, SO that I may tell you how
base and vile you are?" she further
addressed the east.
She had waited for his appearance
on Sunday Late In the day one Of
the jailers had informed her that 1t
was impossible for the gentleman to
come before Monday. So she mar
shaded her army of phrases, of accusa-
lions, denunciati0ns, ready to smother
him with the moment he came. But
he came not Monday, nor Tuesday, nor
Wednesday. The suspense was to her
mind diabolical. She began to under
stand: he intended to keep her there
till he was sure that her spirit was
broken, then he would come. Break
her spirit? She laughed wildly. He
could break her spirit no more easily
than she could break these bars. To
bring her to Versailles upon an err
rand Of mercy! Well. he was capable
Of anything.
The room was large and fairly com.
Portable, but contained nothing break
able, having been tepanted at one
time by q strenuous lunatic. who had
cousiderately died after his immediate
family and relations bad worn them
selves into their several graves. taking
SaV NJ I'm ntst uop - n
knew nothing Of the history Of the
room While She occupjed It. So. no
ghost disturbed heTsEuot)ees slumber-
less nights. consumed iaswatching and
listening.
She was not particularly distressed
because she knew that IL would not be
6ossihle for her 10 sing again until
the following winter In New York.
she had sobbed too much. with her
fAca buried In the pillow. Had these
hlve been wen; but rage had mother.
WY bod way. This morning she was
break In the arietta. No, she did not
The sting Of II all lay In the fact that
NV sAo0 OOOAs OosA o0O0 sHO eAotsOi
Of personal liberty, with no act Of
reprisal TO ease her immediate long
ing TO be avenged.
Nora, ~ she stood in the full morn
Ing sunlight. was Hike to gladden. the
eyes OF all mankind. She was beauti-
full, and all adjectives applicable
would but serve TO confuse rather than
to embellish her physical excellence.
She was a. beautiful - . garden rose
II. needing no defense. no ramparts
Of cloying phrases. The day Of poets
IL gone. otherwise she would have
been sung In cantos. She was tall,
shapely. deep-b0somed, fne-skinned.
Critics, in praising her charms. delved
into mythology and folklore for com
PARSONS. until there wasn't . goddess
left on Olympus or on Northland's Icy
capes; and when these images be-
came q little shopworn. referred to
certain masterpieces Of the old fell
lows who had left nothing more to be
said In oils. Nora enjoyed 1t all.
She had not been happy In the
selection Of her stage name; but she
had chosen Eleonora da Toscana be
cause she believed there was good
luck In II. Once, long before the world
knew Of her she had returned home
from Italy unexpectedly. Molly. here's
Nora, from Tuscany" her delighted
father had cried: who a. th.. time had
. nebulous idea that Tuscany was
somewhere In Ireland because II had
a Celtic ring to II. Being filled with
love Of Italy. its tongue, it, history,
It's phyeical beauty, she naively trans
lated Mora from Tuscany" into Ital-
ian, and declared that when she went
upon the stage she would be known
by that name. There had been some
smiling over the pseudonym: but Nora
was Irish enough to cling to II. BY
and by the great. music-loving public
ceased to concern itself about her
name; II was her fresh beauty and
her wonderful voice they craved to
see and hear. Kings and queens. en-
perors and expresses. princes and
10 called royalty and
nobility In the newspapers freely gave
her homage Quite Q rise In the world
for . little girl who had once lived In
\ shabby apartment In New York and
run barefooted on the wet asphalts,
summer nights!
But Nora was not recalling the hap
py scenes of her childhood; indeed.
no: she was still threatening Paris
Once there. she would not lack for re-
praisals. To have played on her pity!
To have made . lure OF her tender
concern for the unfortunate. Never
would she forgive such baseness. And
only a little while ago she had been
b happy as the nightingale to which
they compared her. Never had she
vvon ~o6 onv ouA. shA had hooo bind