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to the villa 1t 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 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 a fisticuff which would
appear in every newspaper in the
world? No. thank you There is
enough scandalous stuff being printed
as it Is, and am helpless to prevent
it,"
AS the climb starts off stiff1y, there
wasn't much inclination In either to
talk. Celeste had come to one de-
cision, and that was that Nora should
find out Courtlandt's presence here In
Bellaggio herself. When they arrived
at the villa gates. Celeste offered a
suggestion.
You could easily stop all this rumor
ana annoyance.
And. pray. how"
Marry"
Il prefer the rumor and annoyance.
hate men. Most of them are beasts /"
You are prejudiced."
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. | was going
to offer him the cot on the balcony,
but thought I'd consult you first"
Herr Rosen!" exclaimed Mrs Har-
rigan, fiutter in her throat Why.
that's
"A charming young man who wishes
me to sign a contract to sing to him
in perpetuity," interrupted Nora, press
ing her mothers foot warningly.
We'll. why don't you marry him."
laughed Harrigan. There's worse
things than frankfurters and sauer-
kraut."
mot that I can think of just now"
returned Nora
Harrigan declared that he would not
go over to Caxley-Webster's to tea.
But I've promised for you!" ex-
postulated his wife. And he admires
you So"
"Bosh! You women can CAD about
as much as you please. but I'm in
wrong when 1t comes to eating sponge
cake and knuckling my knees under
dinky willow table,"
The women departed at three, for
there was to be tennis until five
o'clock. When Harrigan was reason
ably sure that they were half the dis
lance to the colonel's villa, he put on
his hat, whistled to the dachel. and
together they took the path to the
village.
Wed look fine drinking tea.
wouldn't we, old SCOUT" reaching
down and tweaking the dogs velvet
ears. They don't understand, and it's
no use trying to make EN-. Nora gets
as near as possible. Herr Rosen!
Now, where have l seen his phiz be-
fore? l wish l had a real man to
talk to. Abbott sulks half the time.
and the Barone can't get joke un-
less it's driven in with a mallet On
your way, old scout, or I'll step on
you. Let's see If we can hoof 1t down
to the village at trot without taking
the count"
He had but two errands to execute.
The first was accomplished expeditely
in the little tobacconist's shop under
the arcade, where the purchase Of a
box Of Minghetti cigars promised later
solace. The second errand took time
and elaboration. He studied the long
shelves of Tauchnitz. Having red cor
puscles In superabundance, he natur-
ally preferred them in his literature.
in the same quantity.
Ever read this?" asked q pleasant
voice from behind. indicating Rodney
Stone" with the ferrule OF cane.
Harrigan looked up. mo. What's
II about?"
Best story of the London prize ring
ever written. You're Mr.. Harrigan.
aren't your?
YES" dimdently.
MY name Is Edward Courtlandt. II
am not mistaken, you were q great
friend Of my fathers"
Are you Dick Courtlandt's boy7"
Il am"
well, say" Harrigan held out his
hand and was gratified to encounter
a mans grasp. so you're Edward
Courtlandt? Now. what do you think
of that! Why, your father was the