Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-10-17
Continued from Yesterday


IN go you. But, say. last night
Nora chucked a bunch of daisies out
of the window, and as I was noslng
around in the vineyard, I came across
1t. You know how chap will alb
sently pick a bunch of flowers apart.
What do you think 1 found?"
"A note?"
This" Harrigan exhibited the
emerald "Who sent it? Where the
dickens did it come from?"
Courtlandt took the stone and ex-
amined 1t carefully. That's not a
bad stone Uncut, but polished; orr
entail"
"Oriental. Ell? What would you
say it was worth?"
"Oh. somewhere between six and
seven hundred
e suffering shamrocks 4 little
green pebble like this?"
cut and f1awless, at that size, it
would be worth pounds instead of
dollars"
well. what do you think OF that?
Nora told me to keep it, so | guess |
will"
Why, yes. If a man sends thing
like this anonymously, he can't pos
sibly complain. Have 1t made into
stick pin" Courtlandt returned the
stone. which Harrigan pocketed
Sometimes I wish Nora'd marry
and settle down.
she is young. You wouldn't have
quit the game at her aae!'
L should say not. But that's Diff
ferent A mans business is to fight
for his grub, whether in an office or
in the ring That's part of the
game. But a woman ought to have
a home. live in it three-fourths of
the year. and bring up good citizens.
That's what we are all here for
Molly used TO stay at home. but now
it's the social bug, gadding from
morning until night. All, here's Car
los with the tea
Herr Rosen instantly usurped the
chair next to Nora, who began to
pour the tea. He had come up from
the village prepared for a disagreed
BILE half-hour. Instead of being
greeted with Icy glanees from stormy
eyes, he encountered such smiles as
this adorable creature had never be-
fore bestowed upon him. He was in
the clouds. That night at Cadenab-
bia had apparently knocked the bot
tom out of his dream. Women were
riddles which only they themselves
could solve for others For this one
woman he was perfectly ready to
throw everything aside. A man lived
but once: and he was a fool who
would hold to tinsel in preference to
such happiness as he thought
he saw opening out before
him. Nora saw, but she
did not care. That In order to reach
another she was practising infinite
cruelty on this man Whose one fault
lay in that he loved her) did not ap-
peal to her pity: but her arrow flew
wide of the target; at least, there ap-
peared no result to her archery In
malice. Not once had the intended
victim looked over to where she sat
and yet she knew that he must be
watching; he could not possibly avoid
1t and be human. and when he finally
came forward to take his cup she
leaned toward Herr Rosen.
You take two lumps?" she asked
sweetly. 1t was only a chance shot,
but she hit on the truth.
And you remember" excitedly.
lone lump for NINE please" said
Courtlandt, smiling.
She picked up a cube of sugar and
dropped 1t into his cup. She had the
air of one wishing it were poison. The
recipient of this good will, with per-
feet understanding, returned to the
divan, where the padre and Harrigan
were gravely toasting each other with
Benedictine.
Nora made no mistake with either
Abbott's cup or the Baroness. but the
two men were filled with but one de-
cir 20 throw pnaAP of IA
window. What had begun as beau
tiful day was now becoming black
and uncertain.
The Barone could control every fea-
ture save his eyes, and these openly
admitted deep anger. He recollected
Herr Rosen well enough. The en-
counter 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 as quiet as
a mouse upon the piano-stool,
was the only one who saw these
strange currents drifting danger
ously 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 10 give
and yet give nothing, why do You
play so heartless a game? Why hurt
those who can no more help loving
YOU than the earth can help whirling
around the calm dispassionate sun?
Always they turn to you, while !,
who have so much to give, am given
nothing! She set down her tea-cup
and began the aria from La Bo-
herne."
Nora. without relaxing the false
smile, suddenly found emptiness in
everything.
"Sing!" said Herr Rosen.
"I am too tired Some other time.
He did not press her. Instead, he
whispered in his own tongue: you
are the most adorable woman IN the
world!"
And Nora turned upon him a pair of
eyes blank with establishment. 1t was
as though she had been asleep and he
had rudely awakened her His in