The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1914-05-15

@AIl right, I am Ccurtlande
laughed. Come on over to the Souf-
flet and have drink with me-
I'm not drinking today" tersely.
There's too much ahead for me to
do"
Going to start out to find herf Oh,
Sir Galahad!' ironically ABBY, you
used to be q sport. I'll wager a hum
bred against bottle Of pop that to-
morrow or next day she'll turn up
serenely, with statement that she
was indisposed, sorry not to have noti-
fed the directors, and all that They
do it repeatedly every season.
But an errand Of mercy, the
strange automobile which cannot be
found? The engagement to dine with
the baron? Celeste Fournier's state
ment7 You can't get around these
things. I tell you, Nora isn't that
kind She's too big in heart and mind
to stoop to any such devices, = vehe-
mently. ~ 1855
Mora! That looks pretty serious.
Abby. You haven't gone and made
fool of yourself. have your"
What do you call making a fool Of
myself?a truculently.
You aren't sutton, are you? An
accepted suitor?' unrufaed. rather
kindly.
mo, but would to heaven that
were!" Abbott jammed the newspa-
per into his pocket and slung the stool
over his arm. Come on over to the
studio until get some money"
You are really going to start
search ~
81 really am. I'd start one just as
quickly for you, il heard that you
had vanished under mysterious cir
cumstances."
Il believe you honestly would"
you are an old misanthrope. /
hope some woman puts the hook into
you some day. Where did you pick UP
the crouch? Some Of your dusky
princesses give You the go-by?"
"You, too, Abby?"
aOh, rot! OF course l never be-
lieyed any Of that twaddle. Only, I've
got a sore head today. If you knew
Nora as well as do. you'd under
stand"
Courtlandt continued toward the
exit, his head forward, his gaze bent
on the path. He had the air OF man
deep in thought, philosophic thought.
which leaves the brows unmarried by
those corrugations known as frowns.
Yet his thoughts were far from philo-
sophie. Indeed, his soul was In mad
turmoil. He could have thrown his
arms toward the blue sky and cursed
aloud the fates that had set this new
tangle at his feet He longed for the
| Jungles and some mad beast to vent
his wrath upon But he gave no sign.
He had returned with purpose as
hard and grim as iron; and no OBJ
stacle, less powerful than death,
should divert or control him. Abduc-
ton? Let the public believe what it
| might; he held the key to the mys-
terry. She was afraid, and had taken
flight. So be it.
Il say, Ted" called out the artist,
what did you mean by saying that
| you were Dutchman?"
Courtlandt paused so that Abbott
AAA6As SeseSA dQ " AAM. b61u Iu6L
was Dutchman?"
YES. And it has just occurred to
me that you meant something"
oh. yes. You were talking Of Da
Toscana? Let's call her Harrigan. Il
viii save time. and no one will know
to whom we refer. You said she was
Irish. and that when she said thing
she meant it. MY boy. the Irish are
notorious for claiming that. They
often say 1t before they see clearly.
Now, we Dutchmen-it takes a long
time for US to make up our minds,
but when we do. something has got to
bend or break"
You don't mean to say that you are
going to settle down and get mar.
ried?"
I'm not going to settle down and
get married, If that will ease your
mind any"
Man. was hoping!"
Three meals day in the same
house. with the same woman, never
appealed to me-"
What do you want, one for each
meal?"
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