The Dickson County herald. (Dickson, Tenn.) 1907-1979, 1914-10-30

have II over with. 70 learn the trusA
thai to Nora Harrfgan be would nsivsz
BE- more than An Aniabls coinrzde Ha
would than have Hoae " turn 70 hut
her. What mattered II II her own
heart achad - she might soalhe the
hurt in hiss She laid . hand upon
his shoulder, 70 lightly that he was
only dimy conscious Of the contact
'It's rumTny old world Here I've
gone alone I'll these ysan =. .
'''Twenty-slx.- smiling.
well. that's . long time Never
bothered my head about woman.
Selahh. perhaps. Had q good time.
came and went no ! pleased And
then met Nora"
Yes"
III only she'd been stand otasA. like
these other singers. why. I'D have been
all right today. But she's such q brick!
She's such . good fellDwl She treats
Ne all alike; sings xhen we ask her
to: always ready for q romp. Think
OF her making as all take the Kneip.
cure the other night And We marched
around the fountain singing Mary had
little lamb. Barefooted In the grass
When = man marries he doesn't want
q wife bali SO much as . good com.
rade: somebody 10 slap him on the
back in the morning TO heartsn him
up for tha days work. and TO cuddie
him UP when he comes home tired.
or disappointed. or unsuccessful No
matter what mood he's In. 10 my
English getting away from your
No: | understand all you say" Her
hand rested q tribe heavier upoa his
shoulder.
Nora would be that kind Of wife.
Honor. anger. sGtor. frg IN Steven.
son says Hang the picture; what am
going 10 do with itT'
Honor, anger. vaior, fire.' Celeste
repeated slowly. ~Yes, that IL Nora"
A bitter little smile moved her lips as
she recalled the happenings OF the last
two days. But no; be must ind out
for himself. he must meet the hurt
from Nora, not from her. How long.
Abbott, have you known your friend
Mr.. Courtlandt."
Boys together playing light tat
too with his mahistick.
How old 10 her
About thirty-two or three"
"He is very rich7"
Oceans OF money. throws II away,
but not fast enough to get rid Of IT,"
He Is what you say in English :.
wild7"
tt Well" with mock gravity. Il
shouldn't like to be the tiger that
crossed his path. Wild. that's the
word for IT,"
You are laughing All, | knowi |
should say disslpated,"
"Courtlandt' Come. now. Celeste;
does he look dissipatedf'
Moo"
lie drinks when he chooses. he
fiirts with pretty woman when he
chooses. he smokes the finest tobacco
there Is when he chooses. and he
gives them all up when he chooses.
He is like the seasons; he comes and
he goes, and nobody can change HE
habits"
HE has had no AFFAIR.""
why, Conrtlandt hasn't any heart
It's a mechanical device to keep his
blood In circulation. that's all. l am
the most intimate friend he has. and
yet ! know no more than you how he
lives aud where he goes
But look" she cried In warning.
Abbott looked.
A woman was coming serenely down
the path from the wooded promontory.
woman undeniably handsome In
cedartinted linen dress. exQuisitely
fashioned. with touch OF vivid scar
let on her hat and most tantaIfEing
fash OF scarlet ankle II was Flora
Desimone, fresh from her morning
bath and a substantial breakfast. The
errand that had brought her from AK
les-Bains was coniessedly merciful
one. But she possessed the drama
lists instinct 10 prolong a situation
Thus. TO make her act OF mercy seem
Infinitely larger than II was. she was
determined FIRST to east the Apple OF
niscord into this charming corner OF
Eden. The Apple OF Discord, as every
man knows. Is the only thing a woman
can throw With any accuracy.
The artist snatched UP his brushes>
and ruined the painting forthwith. for
all time, The foreground was. 10 his
opinion, beyond redemption. go. with
a savage humor, he rapidly llmned In
score OF impossible trees, turned
midday into sunset. with q riot OF col
ors which would have made the Chi
nese New Year In Canton = drab and
sober event In comparison He hated
Flora Desimone, as all Noras adher.
ents properly did. but with a hatred
wholly reflective and adapted to NorAS
moods.
To BE coNTrNUEDJ
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