The Spectator. (Ozark, Ark.) 1911-1916, 1914-10-23

way hurt her. How could you!
Worst l ever did" He began to
change the whole effect, chuckling au-
d1oly as he worked. Sunset divided
honors with moonlight 1t was no
longer homogeneous; it was ridiculous.
He leaned back and laughed. I'm
going to send it to L'Asino, and call 1t
an afterthought."
Give 1t to me-"
WHAT"
Yes"
Nonsense! I'm going to touch a
match to 1t. I'll give you that picture
with the lavender in bloom"
Il want this"
But you cannot hang It"
Il want it."
Well" 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 all an oculist and have him
examine your eyes"
Why, 1t is the Signorina Fournier!"
In preparing studiously to ignore
Flora Deeimone's presence they had
forgotten all about her
Good morning. signora," said Ce-
leste in Italian.
And the Signore abbott, the paint
er, also!" The Calabrian raised what
she considered her most deadly weap
on. her lorgnette.
What is it?" asked Flora. squirt
Ing
1T is a new style OF the impression
list which l began this morning." 30
berly
1T looks very natural" observed
Flora.
"Natural!" Abbott dropped his
mahlstick.
1T is Vesuv'. is It not, on a cloudy
day."
This was too much for Abbotts
gravity. and he laughed.
1T was not necessary to spoil a
good picture on my account"
said Flora. closing the lorgnette with
Q snap.
THE signora is wrong. / did not
spoil 1t on her account 1t was past
helping yesterday But | shall, how.
ever rechristen 1t Vesuvius. since 1t
represents an eruption of temper"
Flora tapped the handle OF her para
sol with the lorgnette. 1t was dis
tinctly sign Of approval. These
Americans were never slow-witted.
She swung the parasol to and fro.
slowly, like q 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: l do not mean the picture.
! am thinking OF La Toscana- Her
voice was really superb: and to lose 1t
entirely !" She waved
sympathetic hand.
Abbott was about to rise up In Wig
orous protest. But fate itself chose
to rebuke Flora. From the window
came-"Sai cos ebbe cuore!"-sung
a. only Nora could sing it.
The ferrule Of Flora Desimone's
parasol bit deeply into the clover-turf.
Am all right?" asked Harrigan.
Courtlandt nodded. You look like
q soldier in multi. ant more than that
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 one?"
Courtlandt resisted the desire to
laugh. "Supposing you let me pilot
you over?"
You're the referee. Ring the gong"
Come on, then"
What, While they are dancing?"
backing away in dismay.
The other caught him by the arm.
Come on"
And in and out they went, hither
and thither. now lodging, now pausing
70 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-
ingly.
TN drop In every little while to see
how you are getting on" volunteered
Courtlandt. you can sit by the door
n you care to see them dance. I'm
OF to see Mrs. Harrigan and tell her
where you are. Here's a cigar"
Harrigan turned the cigar over and
over In his fingers, all the while gaz-
ing at the young mans diminishing
back. He sighed. That would make
him the happiest man In the world.
He examined the carnelian band en-
circling the six inches OF evanescent
happiness. what do you think OF
hiatt" he murmured. Same brand the