Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1914-08-28

CHAPTER ll-Contlnued.
There was a minute wrinkle above
the unknown's nose; the shadow of a
frown. "She is very beautiful"
BAH Did she send you after me?
Give me her address. have come all
the way from Burma to see Flora
Desimore."
clothed the question with contempt,
but she instantly forced a smile to
neutralize the effect. Concerned with
her own defined conclusions, she lost
the fine ironic bitterness that was in
the mans voice.
Aye. indeed, to see herl Beautiful
as Venus, as alluring as Phryne, !
want nothing so much as to see her,
to look into her eyes, to hear her
voicel"
rs It jealousy? l hear the tragic
note" The certainty of her ground
became as morass again. In his turn
he was puzzling her.
Tragedy? l am an American. We
do not kill opera singers We turn
them over to the critics. | wish to see
the beautiful Flora, to ask her few
questions. II she has sent you after
me. her dress. my dear young lady
her address," His eyes burned.
Il am afraid" And she was SO.
This wasn't the tone of man madly
In love. 1t was wild anger.
Afraid OF what?"
You"
u will give you hundred francs"
He produced a crisp note. DO you
want it?"
She did not answer at once. Pres
entity she opened her purse, found a
.stubby pencil and a slip of paper, and
wrote. There 1t is, monsieur" She
held out her hand for the banknote
which. with a sense of bahlement, he
gave her. She folded the note and
slowed 1t away with the pencil.
Thank YOU" said Courtlandt. "Odd
paper. though" He turned 1t over.
"Ah. / understand. You copy music"
Yes, monsieur"
This time the nervous flicker OF her
eyes did not escape him. you are
studying for the opera. perhaps?"
Eyes. that is It,"
Good night" He rose.
Monsieur is not gallant"
Il was in my youth" he replied, put
ting on his hat. a
The bald rudeness of his departure
did not disturb her. She laughed soft
ly and relievedly. Indeed, there was
in the laughter an essence OF mischief.
However. II he carried away a mys-
terry. he left one behind.
The young woman waited five or ten
minutes. and. making sure that Court
landt had been driven off, left the
restaurant. Round the corner she en-
gagged a carriage. So that was Ed
ward Courtlandt? She liked his face;
there was not weak line in Il, unless
stubbornness could be called such. But |
to stay away for two years. To hide |
himself in jungles. to be heard OF only |
by his harebrained exploitsl Follow |
him; see where he goes" had been the |
command. For a moment she had re- |
belled. but her curiosity was not to |
be denied. Besides, of what use was |
friendship II not to be tried? She |
knew nothing OF the riddle, she had |
never asked a question openly. She |
had accidentally seen photograph |
one day, In a trunk tray, with this
mans name scrawled across 1t. and
upon this fimey base she had builded
dozen romances, each OF which she
had ruthlessly torn down to make
room for another; but still the riddle
lay unsolved. She had thrown the
name into the conversation many a
time, as one might throw a bomb into
o crowd which had no chance to es-
cape. Fizzles The man had been
calmly discussed and calmly dis.
missed. At odd times an article in
the newspapers gave her an oppor-
tunity; still the frank discussion. still
the calm dismissal. She had learned
that the man was rich, irresponsible.
vacillating. picturesque sort OF fool.
But two years? What had kept him
away that long? A weak man, In love.
would not have made so tame a sur
render. Perhaps he had not sur.
rendered; perhaps neither OF them
had
And yet, he sought the Calabrian.
Here was another blind alley out of
which she had to retrace her steps
Bother That Puck Of Shakespeare
was right: What fools these mortals
bel She was very glad that she pos
sessed true sense OF humor. spiced
with harmless audacity. What dreary
world 1t must be to those who did not
know how and when to Taught They