Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-10-15

tan club friends would say could
they see, by some trick of crystal
gazing, his present occupation, Ce-
leste was at the piano, playing
(panissimo) snatches from the
operas, while Abbott looked on, his
elbows propped upon his knees, his
chin in his palms and a quality OF
eostatic content In his eyes He was
in his working clothes, picturesque
IL paint-daubed. The morning had
been pleasant enough, but just be-
fore luncheon the rain clouds had
gathered and settled down with that
suddenness known only in high altl-
tudes.
The ex-gladiator sat on one OF
those slender mockeries, composed Of
gold-leaf and parabolic curves and
faded brooade, such as one sees at
the Trianon or upon tho stage or IN
the new home of q new millionaire,
and which, If the true facts be
known, the ingenious Louis invented
for the discomfort of his favorites
and the folly of future collectors. II
creaked whenever Harrigan sighed,
which was often, for he was deeply
immersed land no better word could
be selected to fit his mental condir
tom in the baneful book which he
had hurled out of the window the
night before, only to retrieve like the
good dog that he was Today his
shoes offered no loophole to criticism !;
he had very well attended to that.
His tic harmonized with his shirt
and stockings, his suit was of grey
tweed; in fact he WAS the glass of
fashion and the mold of form, at
least for the present.
Say, Molly, ! don't see what diff
ference it makes
Difference what makes james,
Mrs. Harrigan raised her eyes from
her work. James had been so we'll
| behaved that morning it was only
logical for her to anticipate that he
was about to abolish ut one fell
stroke all his hard-earned merits.
about eating salads. We never
used to put oil on our tomatoes.
Sugar and vinegar We're good
enough
Sugar and vinegar are not nour-
ishing; olive oil is
I'VE seemed to hike along all right
before we learned that His guard
ian angel was alert this time, and he
returned to his delving without fur
Their comment. BY and by he got
up. "Pshaw!' He dropped the weari-
some volume on the reading table.
took up a paper-covered novel, and
| turned to the last fight of the black
smith in Rodney Stone" Here was
something that made the invention
of type excusable, even commend
able.
play the fourth ballade," urged
Abbott.
Celeste was really a great artist.
AS an interpreter of Chopin she had
no rival among women, and only one
man was her equal She had fire,
! tenderness, passion, strength; she
had beyond all these, soul, which is
worth more in true expression than
! the most marvellous technique. She
| had chosen Chopin for his brilliance
as some will choose Turner i'll prefer
ence to Corot; riots of color, barbara
and tingling. She was as great 6
genius in her way as Nora was il
hers. There was something of til,
elhn child in her spirit. Whenever
| she played to Abbott there was {
! quality in the expression that awak
ened a Wonderment in Morals heart
| As Celeste began the andante, Nora
signified to the Barone to drop hi:
work She let her own hands fall
| Harrgan gently closed his book, fol
| in that rough kindly soul of his lay
mighty love of music. He himself
| was without expression of any sort
and somehow music seemed to sti
the dim and not quite Understandable,
| longing for utterance. Mrs. HarrigaI
alone went on with her work; sh,
could work and listen at the sam,
| time. After the magnificent finale
nothing in the room stirred but he
needle.
"Bravo!" cried the Barone, break
! ing the spell.
You never played that better" de
clared Nora.
Celeste. to escape the keen inquir,
of her friend and to cover up he
embarrassment, dashed into one o
the lighter compositions, q waltz
was a favorite of Nora's. She ros'
and went over to the piano and resteC
d hand upon Celeste's shoulder. AM
presently her voice took up the mel
| ody. Mrs. Harrigan dropped he
needle. 1t was not that she wa
particularly fond of music, but Their.
was something in Morals singin;
that east temporary spell of en-
chantment over her, rendering he
speechless and motionless. She wa
not of an analytical turn of mind
thus, the truth escaped her. Sh
was really lost in admiration of her
self; she had produced this marvel
Gus being
That's sonnet" Harrigan beat hi
hands together thunderously. "Grea
stuff: Ell, Barone?'
The Barone raised his hands as
to express his utter inability to de
scribe his sensations. His elation wa
that ascribed to those fortunate NOR
tails whom the gods lifted to Olympus
At his feet lay the lace hemnnine
hopelessly fsnarled.
Father. father demonstrate,
Nora; you will wake up all the oil
ladies who are having their siesta.
Bah. I'll bet a doughnut thei
cars are glued to their doors VIVA
no! Somebody's at the portcullis
Probably the padre, come. up 70
tea"
He was at the door instantly. H
flung it open heartily. It was char
acteristic of the man to open every
thing widely, his heart, his minC
his hate or his affection.
Come in. come in! Just in tim
for the matinee concert"
The padre was not alone. Court
landt followed him in.
1--WE have been standing in the col
ridor for ten minutes, affirmed TIL
padre, sending winning Smi
around the room. "Mr. Cortlandt wa
for going down to the bureau al,
sending up our cards. But ! woul
not hear of such Formally. ] al
privileged person.
Sure yes. Molly, ring for tea an
tell EN- To make it hot. How abot
D little peg, as the colonel says"
The two men declined.
How easily and nonchalantly Il
man stood there by the door as Ha
rigap took his hat. Celeste W;
a-quiver with excitement. She W;
thoroughly a woman. She want'
! something to happen, dramaticall
romantically.
But her want was vain one. II
man smiled quizzically at Nora, wi
y | ,.t-,,o,,-lado tho ca liIfa tion nv