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

prietors were dropping the white and
brown awnings for the day. Very
few people shopped after luncheon.
There We're pleasanter pastimes, even
for the women, contradictory as this
may seem. BY II o'clock Courtlandt
had finished the reading of his mail,
and was now ready to hunt for the
little lady of the Taverne Royale. 1t
was necessary to find her The
whereabouts of Flora Desimone was
of vital Importance. If she had not
yet arrived. the presence of her
friend presaged her ultimate arrival.
The duke was negligible quantity.
1t would have surprised Courtlandt
could he have foreseen the drawing
together of the ends of the circle
and the relative Government of the
duke In knotting those ends. The
labors of Hercules had never entailed
the subjugation of two temperamental
women.
He rose and proceeded on his quest
Before the photographer shop he
saw a dachel wrathfully challenging
cat on the balcony of the adjoin-
ing building. The cat knew. and so
did the puppy, that 1t was all
the usual European war-scare, in
which one of the beligerent
parties refused to come down be-
cause it wouldn't have been worth
while, there being the usual Powers
ready to intervene. Courtlandt did
not bother about the cat: the puppy
claimed his attention. He was very
fond of dogs SO he reached down
suddenly and nut an end to the sharp
challenge. The dachel struggled
valiantly, for this breed of dog does
not make friends easily.
AZ say. you little Dutchman, what's
the row? I'm not going to hurt you.
Funny little codger. To whom do you
belong? He turned the collar
around, read the inscription and gent
ly put the puppy on the ground.
Nora Harrigan.
His immediate impulse was to walk
on, but somehow this impulse refused
to act on his sense of locomotion. He
waited, DULY wondering what was 60
ing to happen when she came out. He
had left her room that night in Paris,
vowing that he would never intrude
on her again. With the recollection
of that bullet whizzing past his ear
he had been convinced that the play
was done. True. she had testified that
it had been accidental but never
would he forget the look in her eyes.
still, as the needle is drawn by the
magnet here he was, in Bellaggio.
He cursed his weakness. From Bres-
cia he had made up his mind to go
directly 10 Berlin. Before he realized
how useless it was to battle against
these invisible forces he was in Milan
booking for Como. At Como he had
remained a week (the dullest week he
had ever known; at the Villa d Este
three days; at Cadenabbia one day
1t had all the characteristics of a
tug-of- war. and irresistibly he was
drawn over the line. The night be-
fore he had taken the evening boat
across the lake, and Herr Rosen had
been his fellow passenger. The god
dess of chance threw whimsical coils
around her victims. To find himself
shoulder to shoulder, as 1t We're, with
this man who, perhaps more than all
other incentives, had urged him to
return again to civilization; this man
who had aroused in his heart a senti-
ment that hitherto he had not be-
lieved existed-jealousy. All,
voicesl He stepped aside quickly,
Fritz, Fritz; where are you?"
And a moment later she came out,
followed by her mother and
the little lady of the Taverne Royale.
Did Nora see him? 1t was impossible
to tell She simply stopped and gath
cred up the puppy, who struggled de-
terminedly to lick her face. Court
landt lifted his hat. 1t was in no.
wise offered as an act of recognition
it was merely the mechanical cour-
tesy that q man generally pays to any
woman in whose path he chances to
be for the breath Of a second. The
three women in immaculate white.
hatless, but with sunshades, passed
on down the street.
ITO Be Continued Tomorrow