Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1914-10-16

necessary to find her. The where
abouts OF Flora Desimone was of vital
Importance. II she had not yet ar
rived, the presence Of her friend pre-
saged her ultimate arrival.
He rose and proceeded on his quest.
Before the photographers shop he
saw a dachel wrathfully challenging
a cat on the balcony of the adjoining
building. The cat knew, and so did
the puppy, that it was all buncombe
on the puppy's part; the usual Euro
belligerent parties refused to come
down because 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 put an end to the
sharp challenge The dachel struggled
valiantly, for this breed OF dog does
not make friends easily.
Il say, you little Dutchman, what's
the row? I'm not going to hurt you
Funny little codgerl To whom do you
belong?" He turned the collar around.
read the inscription. and gently put
the puppy on the ground.
Nora Harriganl
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 go
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 1t had been accidental, but never
would he forget the look in her eyes.
It was not pleasant to remember. And
still, as the needle is drawn by the
magnet, here he was, in Bellaggio. He
cursed his weakness.
o.. All, voicesl He stepped aside
quickly.
Fritz, Fritz; where are your"
And a moment later she came out
followed by her mother and the
lllAit idQl Vi INC 4 if Cl hC my dACs CAb
Nora see him? It was impossible to
tell. She simply stopped and gathered
up the puppy, who struggled deter
minedly to lick her face. Courtlandt
lifted his hat. 1t was in nowise of
fered as an act of recognition; it was
merely the mechanical courtesy thai
man generally pays to any woman
in whose path he chances to be for the
breath of a second The three womer
in immaculate white, hatless, but will
sunshades, passed on down the street
Mora, who was thatf" asked Mrs
Harrigan.
who was who?" countered Nora
smuggling the wriggling dachel undo
her arm and throwing the sunshad
across her shoulder
That finelooking young man VIII
stood by the door as we passed out
He raised his hat"
"Oh, botherl l was looking a
Fritz
Celeste searched her face keenly
but Nora looked on ahead serenely
not CULVER of an eyelid, not tn
slightest change in color or expression
she did not see him!" thought tn
musician, curiously stirred. She kneV
her friend tolerably well. 1t woul
have been impossible for her to hav
seen that man and not to have give
evidence OF the fact
Mrs. Harrigan took the omnibus u
to the villa. 1t was generally to
much OF a climb for her. Nora an
Celeste preferred to walk.
What am l going to do, Celeste
He is here, and over at Cadenabbi
last night had terrible scene wit
him. In heavens name, why can
they let me be?"
Herr Rosen?"
yes"
why not speak to your father?'
And have a fisticuff which woul
appear in every newspaper in tn
world? No. thank you. There
enough scandalous stun being printe
as 1t is, and am helpless to preveI
it,"
AS the climb starts off stiffiy. thei
wasn't much inclination in either
talk. Celeste had come to one d
cision, and that was that Nora shoul
find out Courtlandt's presence here
Bellaggio herself When they arrive
at the villa gates, Celeste offered
suggestion.
You could easily stop all this rune
and annoyance"
And, pray, how?'
Marry"
II prefer the rumor and annoyanc
hate men. Most of them are beasts
You are prejudiced.
II Celeste expected Nora to rep
that she had reason, she was disa
pointed. Nora quickened her pac
that was all.
At luncheon Harrigan innocent
threw a bomb into camp by inquirinl
Say, Nora, who's this chump He
Rosen? He was up here last mig