Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-10-09
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the exact picture; trump and faulty.
oh, I'll CO. but I'd rather stay on my
balcony and read a good book"
My dear" patiently, the colonel is
one of the social laws on Como. His
sister is the wife of an earl. You
must not offend him. His Sundays
are the most exclusive on the lake.
1.-THE word exclusive should be
properly applied to those in Jail. The
social ladder, the social ladderi Don't
you know mother mine. that every
rung is sown by envy and greed, and
that those who climb highest fall
farthest?'
You are quoting the padre"
THE padre could give lessons in
kindness and shrewdness to any other
man l know. If he hadn't chosen the
gown he would have been poet.
| love the padre, with his snow-white
hair and his withered leathery face.
He was with the old king all through
the freeing of Italy"
And had a fine time explaining to
the Vatican shifted his mother.
Some day | am going to confess to
him."
Confess what?" asked Celeste
THAT ! have wished the Calabrian's
voice would fail her some night in
Carmen; that T am wearing shoes
/ size too small for me; that ! should
like to be rich without labor; that I
am sometimes ashamed of my call
ing; that I should have liked to see
father win a prize-fght; oh, and
a thousand other horrid, hateful
things
II wish to gracious that you would
fall violently in love"
"Spitefull There are those lovely
lace collars; come on"
you are hopeless" was the moth
er's conviction.
In some things. yes" gravely
Some day" said Celeste, who was
| family, some day I am going to
teach you how to play at foils. II
would be splendid. And then you
could always settle your differences
with houts"
Better than that" retorted Nora.
I'll ask father to lend us his old set
of gloves. He carries them around
as If there were a fetish. I believe
they're in the bottom of one of my
steamer trunks"
Moral" Mrs. Harrigan was not
pleased with this jest Any reference
to the past was distasteful to her
ears She, too. went regularly to
confession but up to the present
time had omitted the sin of being
ashamed of her former poverty and
environment She had taken it for
granted that upon her shoulders rest
ed the future good fortune of the
Harrisans. They hadamoney: all tina,
was required was social recognition
She found it a battle within a battle
| The good -natured reluctance of her
| husband and the careless Indifference
of her daughter were as hard to COM
Tat as the icy aloofness of those stars
INTO whose orbit she was puckily
striving to steer the family bark. 1t
never entered her scheming head that
the reluctance of the father and the
Indifference of the daughter were the
very conditions that drew society
nearward, for the simple novelty of
finding two persons who did not care
In the least whether they were recog-
nized or not.
The trio invaded the lace shop, and
Nora and her mother agreed to bury
the war-hatchet in their mutual
love of Venetian and Florentine
fineries. Celeste pretended to be
interested. but in truth she
was endeavoring to piece to-
gether the few facts she had been
able to extract from the rubbish of
conjecture. Courtlandt and Nora had
met somewhere before the beginning
OF. her own intimacy with the sing
er. They certainly must have form
ed an extraordinary friendship, for
Nora's subsequent vindictiveness
could not have possibly have arisen
out of the ruins of an Indifferent ac-
quaintance Nora could not be NOV
ed from the belief that Courtlandt
had abducted her; but Celeste was
now positive that he had had no
thing to do with it. He did not i'm
press her as a man who would alb
duct a woman, hold her prisoner for
five days, and then liberate her with
out coming near her to press his
vantage, rightly or wrongly. He was
too strong a parsonage. He was here
in Bellaggio, and attached to that
could be but one significance.
Why then, had he not spoken at
the photographer Perhaps she
herself had been sufficient reason for
| his dumbness. He had recognized her,
and the espionage of the night in
| Paris was on longer a mystery. Nora
had sent her to follow him; why
then all this bitterness, since she had
not been told where he had gone?
| Had Nora forgotten to inquire? 1t
was possible, that in view of the
startling events which had followed
the matter had slipped entirely from
Nora's mind. Many a time she had
resorted to that subtle guile known
only to woman to trap the singer.
But Nora never stumbled, and her
smile was as firm a barrier to her
would have been.