Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-10-04
Continued from Yesterday

| 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 t1annels perfunctorily. well, l
suppose I've got to dress foR supper,
resentfully. He still called it supper;
and, as in the matter of the SILK nat
his wife no longer strove to correct
him. The evening meal had always
been supper, and so it would remain
until that time when he would cease
to look forward to 1t.
| "Do YOU 20 to the dancing at Cade-
nabbia tonight|
Me? l should say mott" Harrigan
laughed. I'D look like d bull in a
china shop Abbott is coming up 70
play checkers with me- I'll leave the
| honors to you"
The Baroness face lighted consider
ably. He hated the artist only when
he was visible. He was rather con-
fused. however. Abbott had been In
vited to the dance. Why wasn't he
going? Could 1t be true? Had the
artist tried his luck and lost? All, II
fate. were as kind as that! He let
Harrigan depart alone.
WHY not? What did he care? What
if the father had been fighter for
prizes? What if the mother was
Possessed with a misguided desire to
shine socially? What mattered 1t II
they had once resided in an obscure
tenement In a great city, and that
grandfathers were as far back as they
could go with any certainty? was
he not his own master? What titled
woman of his acquaintance whose
forebears had been powerful IN the
days of the Borgias was not dimmed
In the presence of this wonderful
maid to whom all things had been
given unreservedly? Her brow
was fit for royal crown.
let alone simple baronial
tiara such as he could provide.
The mother favored him little; of
this he was reasonably certain; but
the moods of the daughter were diff
cult to discover or to follow.
Tonight The round moon was ris-
| ing paleiy over Lecco; the moon, mis-
tress of love and tides, toward whom
| all men and maids must look, toward
| only Eros knows why! Evidently
| there was no answer to the Italians
question, for he faced about and
| walked moodily toward the entrance.
Here he paused looking up at the
empty window. Again a snatch of
song
O sole mic che bella soca
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What a beautiful thing, indeed
Passionately he longed for the old
days, when by his physical proWess
alone oft a man won his lady Dlplo-
macy. torrents of words, sly little
tricks. subterfuges, adroitness, stolen
glances, careless touches of the hand;
bv these must maid be won today.
When she was happy she sang, when
she was sad, when she was only mis-
chieyous. She was just as likely to
| sing o terra addio when she was
| happy as o sole milo when she was
| sad. So, how was a man to know the
right approach to her variant moods
| Signing deeply, he went on to MS
room, to change his Piccadilly suit
for another which was supposed to be
| the last word in the matter of eve
ming dress.
Below, in the village, man entered
the Grand Hotel He was tall, blond,
rosv-cheeked. He carried himself like
one used to military service; also, like
one used to giving peremptory orders.
Tho porter bowed the director bowed
and the proprietor himself became a
living carpenters equare, hinged. The
| porter and director recognized per-
sonage; the proprietor recognized the
man. 1t was of no consequence that
the new arrival called himself Herr
Rosen. He was assigned to a
suite of rooms, and on returning
to the bureau, the proprietor
so,1inted his eyes abstractedly
| He knew every woman of impor-
tance at that time residing on the
Point. Certainly it could be none OF
these. Himmel! He struck his
hands together. So that was 1t; the
singer. He recalled the hints in GER
tain newspaper paragraphs, the little
tales with the names left to the i'm
agination. So that was it?
What a woman! Men looked al
her and went mad. And not so Ions
ago one had abducted her in Paris
The proprietor threw up his hands II
despair. What was going to happier
to the peace of this bucolic spot
The youth permitted nothing to stant
in his way, and the singers father
was a retired fighter with boxing
. | Gloves