The Spectator. (Ozark, Ark.) 1911-1916, 1914-09-18

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
cat on the balcony of the adjoining
building. The cat knew, and SO did
the puppy, that 1t was all buncombe
on the puppy's part; the usual Euro
pean war scare, in which one of the
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 codger, To whom do you
belong?" He turned the collar around.
read the inscription. and gently put
the puppy on the ground.
Nora Harrigan.
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 60
ing to happen when she came out He
had left her room that night In Paris.
vowing that he would never intruds
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.
1t was not pleasant to remember. And
still. as the needle is drawn by the
magnet here he was. in Bellaggio. He
cursed his"weakness.
=. All, voices, He stepped aside
quickly
Fritz, Fritz; where are you?"
And moment later she came out,
followed by her mother F.. and the
little lady of the Taverne Royale. Did
Nora see him? 1t 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 nowiss Of
fered as an act OF recognition; 1t was
merely the mechanical courtesy that
man generally pays to any woman
in ryh nca h he oh IN hxa fOr n
breath OF second. The three women
in immaculate white. hatless. but with
sunshades, passed on down the street.
Mora. who was that" asked Mrs.
Harrigan.
who was who?" countered Nora,
smuggling the wriggling dachel under
her arm and throwing the sunshade
across her shoulder.
That fne-looking young man who
stood by the door as we passed out.
He raised his hat"
oh. bother. was looking at
Fritz"
Celeste searched her face keenly,
but Nora looked on ahead serenely;
not a culver OF an eyelid, not the
slightest change in color or expression.
She did not see HIM" thought the
musician, curiously stirred. She knew
her friend tolerably well. 1t would
have been impossible for her to have
seen that man and not to have given
evidence of the fact
Mrs. Harrigan took the omnibus up
to the villa. II was generally too
much OF climb for her Nora and
Celeste preferred to walk
What am l going to do, Celeste!
He is here. and over at Cadenabbia
last night l had a terrible scene with
him In heavens name. why can't
they let me be-"
Herr Rosen?"
Yes"
Why not speak to your father
And have q fisticun which would
appear In every newspaper In the
world? No. thank you. There 10
enough scandalous stun being printed
as it Is. and am helpless to prevent
It,"
AS the climb starts Oh stifny. there
wasn't much inclination In either to
talk. Celeste had come to one de-
cision. and that was that Nora should
ind out Courtlandt's presence here In
Bellaggio herself When they arrived
at the villa gates. Celeste offered .
suggestion.
You could easily stop all this rumor
and annoyance"
And. pray. how?'
Marry"
Il prefer the rumor and annoyance
l hate men. Most Of them are beasts"
You are prsjudiced."
II Celeste expected Nora to reply
that she had reason. she was disAp-
pointed. Nora Quickened her pace.
that WAS all.
At luncheon Harrigan innocently
threw . bomb into camp by inQuiring:
Say. Nora. who's this chump Herr
Rosen? He was up here last night
and again this morning. l was going
Al