The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1913-10-21

that Of Turkish tobacco of which Har-
rtgan was not at all fond. But his
cigar was SO good that he was de-
termined not to stir until the coal
began TO tickle the end of his nose.
Since Molly knew where he was
there was no occasion to worry.
Abbott came In. pulled a cigarette
case out of his pocket, and impatient
ly struck a match. His hands shook
q little. and the fare OF the match
revealed a pale and angry contenance.
Hey. Abbott. here's a seat. Get
your second wind"
Thanks" Abbott dropped into the
chair and smoked quickly. VERY
stuffy out there. Too many"
You look 1t. Having a good time"
"Oh, ine!" There was q catch In
the laugh which followed, but Har-
rigan's ear was not trained for these
subtleties OF sound How are you
making out?"
I'm getting acclimated. Where's
the colonel tonight? He ought to be
around here somewhere"
Il left him few moments ago.
When you see him again, send him
In. He's live one, and I. like to
hear him talk"
I'll go at once" crushing his Gig
arctic In the Jeypore bowl.
whats your hurry? You look
like a man who has just lost his
job"
Been steering a German countess.
She was wound up to turn only one
vn0v "a
colonel over. By-by."
Nov, what's stung the boy"
Nora was enjoying herself famous
ly. The men hummed around her
like bees around the sweetest rose.
From time to time she saw Court
landt lowering about the outskirts.
She was glad he had come: the lepi-
dopterist Is latent or active In most
women; TO impale the butterfly. the
moth falls easily into the daily rou-
tine. She was laughing and testing
with the men. Her mother stood by,
admiringly. This time Courtlandt
gently pushed his way to Nora's side.
May l have a dancer" he asked.
You are too late evenly. She
was becoming used to the sight OF
him, much to her amazement.
II am sorry."
why. Nora, I didn't know that
your card was filed" said Mrs. Har-
rtgan. She had the maternal eye up
on Courtlandt.
Nevertheless" said Nora sweetly.
1t Is a fact
II am disconsolate," replied Court.
landt, who had approached for FORMS
sake only, being fully prepared for
a refusal. II have the unfortunate
habit Of turning up late" with a sig.
nihcance which only Nora under.
stood.
so, those who are late must suf-
fer the consequences"
Supper"
THE Barone rather than YOU"
The music began again, and Alb
bolt whirled her away. She was
dressed In Burmese taffeta, a rich
orange. In the dark OF her beautiful
black hair there was the green luster
Of emeralds; an Tndian-princess neck
lace OF emeralds and pearls was loop
ed around her dazzling white throat.
UnconsciOusly Courtlandt sighed
audibly. and Mrs. Harrigan heard this
note of unrest
Who Is that?" asked Mrs. Har
rigan.
Flora Desimone's husband, the
duke. He and Mr.. Harrigan were
having quite a conversation In the
smoke-room
What" In CONSERVATION.
They were getting along finely
when I left them"
Mrs. Harrigan felt her heart sink.
The duke and James together meant
nothing short Of catastrophe; for
James would not know whom he was
addressing, and would make all man.
ner Of condolences. She knew some
thing would happen II she let him
out of her sight. He was eternaliy
talking to strangers.
Would you mind telling Mr.. Har-
rigan that wish to see him."
mot at all"
Nora stopped. at the end Of the ball
room. Donald. let us go out into
the garden. l want breath OF air.
Did you see her?"
Couldn't help seeing her. II was
the duke. suppose. It appears that
he 10 an old friend of the duchess.
Well go through the conservatory.
It's a shortcut"
The night was full OF moonshine:
It danced upon the water; It fired
the flligree tops of the solemn cy-
press; II laced the lawn with CULVER
ing shadows: and heavy hung the
cloyins perfume of the lockwood
hedges.
20 bellissima notta!" she sang. rs
1t not glorious?"
Nora" said Abbott. leaning sud.
denly toward her.
Don't say 1t, Donald: please don't.
Don't waste your love on me. You
are q good man. and should not be
worthy the name of woman II did
not feel proud and sad. I want you
always as a friend; and II you de-
eide that can not be, shall lose faith
in everything. I have never had a
brother. and In these two short years
have grown to look on you as one
I am sorry. But II you will look back
you will see that I never gave you
any encouragement. was never
more than your comrade. have
many faults, but am not naturally a
coquette. know my heart; I know
II we'll"
"Is there another?" in despair.
"Once upon time. Donald, there
was. There Is nothing now but ashes.
am telling you this so that II will
not be 80 hard for you to return to
the old friendly footing. You are a