Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1914-09-18
cAAprER lv-cnntInued.

CHAPTER lv-Continued.
There's the dusky princess peek
ing out again. The truth is, Abby, If
could hide myself for three or four
years, long enough for people to for
get me, / might reconsider. But 1t
should be under another name. They
envy us millionaires. Why, we are
the lonesomest buffers going We dis
trust every one; we fly when wom-
an approaches; we become mono
maniacs; one thing obsesses us, every
body is after our money. We want
friends, we want wives, but we want
them to be attracted to us and not to
our money-bags. oh, pshawl What
plans have you made in regard to the
search?"
Gloom settled upon the artists face.
1--WE got to find out what's happened
to her, Ted. This isn't any play. Why,
she loves the part of Marguerite as
she loves nothing else. She's been
kidnapped, and only God knows for
what reason. 1t has knocked me silly.
just came up from Como, where she
spends the summers now. l was going
TO take her and Fourier out to din.
ner."
"Who's Fournier?"
''Mademoiselle Fourier, the com
poser She goes with Nora on the
yearly concert tours"
Pretty"
Charming"
81 see," thoughtfully. What part
OF the lake; the villa d'Este, Cadenab-
bia?"
"Bellaggio Oh, it was ripping last
summer She's always singing when
she's happy When she sings out OF
the terrace, suddenly, without giving
anyone warning. her voice is wonder
ful. No audience ever heard anything
like It,"
Il heard her Friday night. dropped
In at the opera without knowing what
they We're singing. l admit all you
say in regard to her voice and looks
but stick to the whim."
But you can't fake that chap with
the blond mustache," retorted Abbott
grimly. Lord. wish l had run into
you any day but today. I'm all in.
can telephone to the Opera from the
studio, and then we shall know for {
certainty whether or not she will re
turn for the performance tonight. l
not, then I'm going in for a little de
tective work"
ABBY, it will turn out to be thu
sheep of Little Bo-Peep."
Have your own way about It,"
When they arrived at the studio All
bolt telephoned promptly. Nothing
had been heard. They we're substi
tuting another singer.
Cali up. the Herald" suggeste
Courtlandt.
Abbott did So And he had to an
swer innumerable questions, question
which worked him into fine rage
who was he, where did he live, wha
did he know, how long had he been 4
Paris, and could he prove that he ha
arrived that morning? Abbott wante
to fling the receiver into the mouth c
the transmitter, but his patience wa
presently rewarded. The singer ha
not yet been found, but the chauffeu
OF the mysterious car had turned u
In a hospital, and perhaps b
night they would know everything
The chauffeur had had bad accident
the car itself was total wreck, in
ditch, not far from Versailles.
"Therel" cried Abbott, slammin
the receiver on the hook. What
you say to that7"
The chauffeur may have left he
somewhere. got drunk afterward, an
plunged into the ditch. Things hav
happened like that. Abby, don't max
q camel's hair shirt out of your pain
brushes. What pother about a sim
erl II 1t had been great inventor,
poet, an artist. there would have bee
nothing more than q two-line par
graph. But an opera singer, one WI
entertains us during our idle ev
nings-hal that's q different matte
Set instantly that great municipal m
chinery called the pohce in actor
sell extra editions on the street
What aooi"
What the devil makes you so b
teri"
WAS ! bitter? thought I WI
philosophizing Courtlandt consult'
his watch. Half after four Con
over to the Maurice and dine with u