The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1914-07-24


Worst / ever did" He began to
change the whole effect. chuckling au-
dibly as he worked. Sunset divided
honors with moonlight. 1t was no
longer homogeneous; it was ridiculous.
He leaned back and laughed. 'sTm
going to send it to L'Asino, and call 1t
an afterthought."
Give it to me-"
.'What?"
Yes
Nonsense! I'm going to touch q
match to it. I'll give you that picture
with the lavender in bloom"
= want this"
But you cannot hang it."
I want it."
Welt" The more he learned about
women the farther out of mental reach
they seemed to go. Why on earth did
she want this execrable daub? you
may have It; but all the same, I'm
going to call an oculist and have him
examine your eyes,"
Why. 1t Is the Signorina Fournier!"
In preparing studiously to ignore
Flora Desimone's presence they had
forgotten all about her
Good morning. signora." said Ce-
leste In Italian.
And the Signore abbott, the paint
or, also!" The Calabrian raised what
she considered her most deadly weap-
on, her lorgnette.
what is it?" asked Flora. squirt
ing.
1T is new style of the impression
ist which ! began this morning" So
berry.
1T looks very natural" observed
Flora.
"Natural!" Abbott dropped his
mahlsttck.
1T is vesuy', Is IT not. on a cloudy
day."
This was too much for Abbott's
gravity, and he laughed.
1T was not necessary to spoil q
good picture /. on my account"
said Flora. closing the lorgnette with
snap.
"The signora is wrong. did not
spoil 1t on her account. It was past
helping yesterday. But shall, how
ever, rechristen It Vesuvius. since it
represents an eruption Of temper"
Flora tapped the handle Of her para
sol with the lorgnette. It was dis
tinctly a sign Of approval. These
Americans were never slow-witted.
She swung the parasol to and fro.
slowly, like pendulum.
1T is too BAD she said. her glance
rowing over the white walls Of the
villa.
1T was irrevocably lost" Abbott de-
clared.
mo, no; do not mean the picture.
I am thinking Of La Toscana- Her
voice was really superb; and to lose II
entirely Z" She waved a
sympathetic. hand.
Abbott was about to rise q, In Wig
\ orous protest. But fate itself chose
to rebuke Flora. From the window
came-"Sai cos ebbe e!"-sung
as only Nora could sing it.
The ferrule OF Flora Desimone's
paraaol bit deeply into the clover-turf.
fam all right?" asked Harrigan.
Courtlandt nodded. you look like
a soldier In multi. ant more than that,
like the gentleman that you naturally
are" quite sincerely.
The ex-gladiator blushed This is
the reception-room. There's the ball.
room right out there. The smoking.
room is on the other side Now, how
in the old Harry am going to get
across without killing some oneT
Courtlstdt resisted the desire to
laugh. "Supposing you let me pilot
you over"
You're the referee. Ring the gong"
Come on. them"
WHAT While they are dancing r.
backing away In dismay.
The other caught him by the arm
Come on"
And in and out they went, hithe1
and thither, now lodging, now pausine
to let the swirl pass, until at length
Harrigan found himself safe ON shore
In the dim cool smoking-room.
Il don't see how you did It," admir-
ingiy,
It'll drop In every little while to see
how you are getting on" volunteered
Courtlandt you can sit by the door
II you care to see them dance. I'm
on to see Mrs. Harrigan and tell hel
where you are. Here's cigar"
Harrigan turned the cigar over and
over In HIS fingers, all the while gar
ing at the young mans diminishing
back. He sighed. That would make
him the happiest man Ia the world
He examined the carnellan band en-,
cfrcIing the six inches Of evanescenl
happiness. what do You think Of
thatl" be murmured. Same brand the