The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-10-18
ChAPTe XIV.
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NOoUStUuo0(
Nora made no mistake with either
Abbott's cup or the Baroness; but
the two men were filled with but one
desire, TO throw Herr Rosen out Of
the window. What had begun as a
beautiful day was now becoming
black and uncertain.
The Barone could control every
feature save his eyes. and these open
ly admitted deep anger. He recol-
lected Herr ROsen well enough. The
encounter over at Cadenabbia was
not the first by many. Herr Rosen!
His presence In this room under that
name was an insult, and he intended
to call the interloper to account the
very first opportunity he found.
Perhaps Celeste. sitting a. quiet as
q mouse upon the pianosto0l, was
the only one who saw these strange
currents drifting dangerously about.
That her own heart ached miserably
did not prevent her from observing
things with all her usual keenness.
All, Nora, Nora, who have everything
to give and yet give nothing. why do
YOU play 30 heartless . game? Why
hurt those who can no more help low
ing you than the earth can help whirl-
ing around the calm dispassionate
sun? Always they turn to you, while
I. who have 30 much to give, am
given nothing. She set down her
tea-cup and began the aria from La
Boheme."
Nora, without relaxing the false
smile. suddenly found emptiness IN
everything.
Sing" said Herr Rosen.
81 am too tired Some other time"
He did not press her. Instead. he
In his own tongue: You
are the most adorable woman In the
world"
And Nora turned upon him q pair
Of eyes blank with astonishment. II
was az though she had been asleep
and he had rudely awakened her. His
blinded him to the truth;
he saw In the look feminine desire
to throw the others OF the track AZ
to the sentiment expressed In his
whispered words,
The hour passed tolerably we'll.
Herr Rosen then observed the time,
rose and excused himself. He took
the steps leading abruptly down the
terrace to the carriage road. He had
come by the other way. the rambling
stone stairs which began at the por-
ter's lodge, back to the villa.
Padre" whispered Courtlandt. Il
am going. Do not follow. shall
explain to you when we meet again"
The padre signifed that he under.
stood. Harrigan protested vigorous
", bait smiling and shaking his head,
CouYtlandt went away.
Nora ran to the window. She could
see Herr Rosen striding along, down
the winding road, his head In the ar.
Presently. from behind . cluster OF
the figure Of another man
came into view. He was going 1T q
dog-trot. his hat settled at an angle
that permitted the rain to beat
into his face. The next turn
In the road shut them both from sight.
But Nora did not stir.
Herr Rosen stopped and turned.
you called?"
yes" CORTLAND had caught up
with him just as Herr Rosen was
about to open the gates. Just mo
ment. Herr Roeen," with hand upon
the bars. IL shall not detain you
long"
There was studied insolence In the
tones and the gestures which accom-.
panied them.
BE brief, II you please"
my name 10 Edward Courtlandt, ~
a o,,I,f1oaa vO,, havo haardp
I'm q large room 1t 10 dimcult to
all the introducti0ns."
Precisely. That il why l take the
liberty of recalling It to you, so that
you will not forget It," urbanely.
A PAUSE. Dark patches of water
were spreading across their shout
ders. Little rivulets ran down Court
landt's arm, raised a. It was against
the bars.
81 do not see how II may concern
me-" replied Herr R0sen finally with
an insolence more marked than Court
landt's.
I'm Paris we met one night, at the
stage entrance Of the Opera, ] pushed
you aside, not knowing who you are.
You had offered your services: the
door OF Miss Harrigan's limousine"
1T was your" scowling.
II apologize for that. Tomorrow
morning you will leave Bellaggio for
Varenna. Somewhere between nine
and ten the fast train leaves for
Milan"
"Verenna. Milan"
Exactly. You speak English as
and fuently as II you were
born to the tongue. Thus, you Will
leave for Milan. What becomes OF
YOU after that is of no consequence
TO me. Am I making myself clear"
"verdampt! DO believe my ears?'
furiously. Are you telling me TO
leave Bellaggio tomorrow morning."
"As directly as ] can
Herr Rosen's face became az req
az his name. He was brave young
Upside Down" and Harry stcrpes
Yiddisher dance. Emerie. a mysterious