Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1914-10-02

the man. II was CT no consequence
that the new arrival called himsel
Herr Rosen. He was assigned to
suite of rooms, and ON returning Il
the bureau. the proprietor squintst
his eyes abstractedly. He knew ever,
woman Of Importance at that time re
siding on the Point. Certainly 1t coult
be none Of these. Himmel! He strucl
bis hands together. So that was it
the singer. He recalled the hints II
certain newspaper paragraphs, the lit
tie tales with the names left to the
imagination. So that was It?
What woman! Men looked at hel
and went mad. And not SO long age
one had abducted her In Paris. The
proprietor threw up his hands in de
spair. What was going to happen t.
the peace of this bucolic spot? The
youth permitted nothing to stand ir
his way, and the singers father was
retired fighter with boxing gloves!
In the ballroom that evening thai
little son of Satan called malice-afore
thought took possession of Nora; ant
there was havoc. II certain Amer
lean countess had not patronized her
If certain lorgnettes implements Of
torture used by said son of SATAN had
not been leveled in her direction; II
certain fans had not been suggestively
spread between pairs of feminine
heads,-Nora would have been as
harmless as playful kitten.
From door to door of the ballroom
her mother futtered like a hen with
a duckling. Even Celeste was dis
turbed, for she saw that Nora's con-
duct was not due to any light-hearted
fun. There was something bitter and
ironic cloaked by those smiles. that
tinkle of laughter. In fact, Nora from
Tuscany flirted outrageously. The
Barone sulked and tore at his mus
tache. He committed any number
OF murders, by eye and by wish. When
his time came to dance with the mis-
chief-maker, he whirled her around
savagely. and never said word; and
once done with, he sternly returned
her to her mother, which he deemed
the wisest course to pursue
Mora. you are behaving abomin-
ably! whispered her mother, pale with
indignation.
We'll, l am having a good time
Your dance? Thank you"
And tender young American led
her through the mazes of the waltz, as
some poet who knew what he was
about phrased it.
BY way of parenthesis Herr Rosen
marched up the hill and down again,
something after the manner of a GER
tain warrior king celebrated in verse.
The object of his visit had gone to the
ball at Cadenabbia. At the hotel he
demanded motorboat. There was
none to be had In a. furious state of
mind he engaged two oarsmen to row
him across the lake.
And so 1t came to pass that when
Nora, suddenly grown weary Of the
play, full OF bitterness and distaste,
hating herself and every one else in
the world, stole out to the quay to
commune with the moon, she saw him
jump from the boat to the landing,
scorning the steps. Instantly she drew
her lace mantle closely about her face.
It was useless In the man the hunt
er's instinct was much too keen
SO have found you'll"
"One would say that 1 had been in
hiding?" coldly.
From me, always. have left ev-
erything-duty, obligations-to seek
you."
From any other man that might be
a compliment"
y am a prince" he said proudly.
She faced him with that quick reso-
luton, that swift forming of purpose.
which has made the Irish so difficult
In argument and persuasion. will
you marry me? viii you make me
your wife legally? Before all the
world? Will you surrender, for the
sake Of this love you profess, your
right to great Inheritance? VIII you
risk the anger and the iron hand OF
your father for my sake?"
Herr Colt! am mad!" He COW
cred his eyes.
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