Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-10-08
CONTINUED from Yesterday.)

Courtlandt. THAT will be Nora Har-
rigan. How long has this infatuation
been going on?"
Year and a half.
And the other side?"
There isn't any other side eX-
ploded the artist "She's worried to
death. Not a day passes but some
scurrilous penny-a-liner springs some
yarn, some beastly innuendo. She's
| been lodging the fellow for months
In Paris last year she couldn't move
without running into him. This year
she changed her apartment, and gave
orders at the Opera to refuse her ad-
dress to all who asked for it. Con-
sequently she had some peace. !
don't know why it Is, but woman in
public life seems to be a target"
1.-THE penalty of beauty, Abby.
Homely women seldom are annoyed,
unless they become suffragists." The
colonel poured forth a dense cloud of
smoke.
What brand is that, Colonel?
asked Courtlandt, choking.
The colonel generously produced his
pouch.
mo. no. | was about to observe
that it isn't ambrosia."
"Rotter," The soldier dug the Of
fender in the ribs Il am going TO
have the Harrigans over for tea TINS
afternoon. Come over You'll IKE
the family. The girl IS charming
and the father is a sportsman to the
backbone. Some silly fools laugh
behind his back, but never before ms
face. And my word. | know RATS OF
gentlemen who are not fit to stand in
his shoes"
"I should like to meet Mr.. Har-
rigan." Courtlandt returned his gaze
to the window once more.
And his daughter" said Abbott,
curiously.
"Oh, surelyi" =.
"I may count on you, them" The
colonel slowed away the offending
brier. "And you can stay to dinner.
"IH take the dinner end of the In
vitatlon." was the reply. "1've got to
go over to Menaggio to see about
some papers to be signed. If l can
make the o'clock boat in returning
you'll see me at tea. Dinner at all
events. I'm off,
"Do you mean to stand there and
tell me that you have important
business" jeered Abbott.
my boy, the reason I'm on trains
and boats, year in and year out, is
in the vain endeavor to escape inn
nortant business. Now and then I
am rounded up. Were you ever hunt-
ed by money!" humorously.
mo" answered the Englishman
sadly. But l know one thing: I'd
throw the race at the starting-po
Millions. Abbott and to be Obliged
to run away from them! If the
deserts hadn't dried up all my tears
I should weep.e4Why don't you hire
private secretary to handle your al
fairs?"
heels?" Courtlandt gazed at his lean
brown hands. when these begin to
shake I'll do so. Well, I shall see
YOU both at dinner, whatever hap
pens"
"That's Courtlandt" said Abbott.
when his friend was gone. You
think he's in Singapore, the door
opens and in he walks; never any
letter or announcement. He arrives
that's all"
"Strikes me-" returned the other,
polishing his glass. holding 1t up to
the light, and then screwing 1t into
his eve; STRIKES me, he wasn't over
anxious to have that dish of tea.
Afraid of women
afraid of women! Why, man, he
backed two musical shows j. the
States a few years ago."
Musical comedies?" The glass
dropped from the colonePs eye.
That's going tigers one better
Forty women, all waiting to be stars,
and solemn Courtlandt wandering
among them as the god of amity!
Afraid of them OF course, he is.
Who wouldn't be, after such an ex-
perience?' The colonel laughed.
Never had any serious AFFAIR."
Never heard of one. There was
some tommy-rot about a Mahomme-
dan princess in the newspapers; but
I knew there was no truth in that
Queer fellow He wouldn't take the
trouble to deny It,"
Never showed any signs Of being
-hater?"
"No, not the least in the world
But to shy at meeting Nora Harri-
gan y"
There you have it; the privilege
of the gods Perhaps he really has
business in Menaggio. What'n we
do with the other beggar?"
"Knock his head off, If he bothers
her.
."Better turn the job over to Court
landt, then. You're in the light
weight class, and Courtlandt is the
saw
What, boxes?"
"a tough 'un. | had a corporal
who beat any one in Northern India
| Courtlandt put on the gloves with
him and had him begging in the third
round"
81 never knew that before. He's as
| full of surprises as a rummage bag. :"
Courtlandt walked up the street
leisurely, idly pausing now and then
| before the shop windows. Apparent
| ly he had neither object nor destina-
ton; yet his mind was busy, so busy
| in fact that he looked at the various
curios without truly seeing them
at all A delicate situation, which
needed the lightest handling, con-
| fronted him. He must wait for an
overt act, then he might proceed as
he pleased. How really helpless he
was Me could not force her hand
because she held all the cards and
he none. Yet he was determined this
time to play the game to the end,
those of Hercules rolled into one, and
none of the gods on his side.
| At the hotel he asked for his mail,
and was given a formidable packet
which, with a sigh OF discomfort, he
slipped into a pocket, strolled out
into the garden by the water, and sat
down to read. To his surprise there
was q note, without stamp or post
mark. He opened it, mildly curious
to learn who 1t was that had discov-
cred his presence in Bellaggio so
quickly. The envelope contained
nothing more than a neatly folded
bank note for one hundred francs
He eyed 1t stupidity. What might
this mean? He unfolded it and
smoothed 1t out across his knee, and
the haze Of puzzlement drifted away
Three bars from La Boheme. He
laughed So the little lady of the
Traverne Royale was in Bellaggio