Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1914-09-11

portant Instructions from the opera.
There was nothing unusual in this:
messengers came at all hours, and sell
dom the same one twice; SO the con-
cierge's suspicious had not been
aroused. Another item A tall hand
some Italian had called at eleven
o'clock Saturday morning, but the sig
norma had sent down word that she
could not see him. The maid recalled
that her mistress had intended to dine
that night with the Italian gentleman.
His name she did not know, having
been with the signorina but two weeks.
Celeste Fourier, the celebrated
young pianist and composer, who
shared the apartment with the miss
ing prima donna, stated that she
hadn't the slightest idea where her
friend was. She was certain that mis-
fortune had overtaken her in some in
applicable manner. To implicate the
Italian was out of the question. He
was well-known to them both. He had
arrived again at seven, Saturday, and
was very much surprised that the sig
norma had not yet returned. He had
waited till nine, when he left, greatly
disappointed. He was the Barone ID
Monte-Verdi in Calabria, formerly
military attache at the Italian embassy
In Berlin. Sunday noon Mademoiselle
Fourier had notified the authorities.
She did not know, but she felt sure
that the blond stranger knew more
than anyone else. And here was the
end Of things. The police found them
selves at etandstill They searched
the hotels but without success; the
blond stranger could not be found.
Abbott's eyes were not happy and
pleasant Just now. They were dull
and blank with the reaction of the
stunning blow. He, too, was certain
Of the Barone. Much as he secretly
hated the Italian. he knew him to be a
fearless and an honorable man. But
who could this blond stranger be who
appeared. SO sinisterly in the two
| scenes? From where had he come :?
Why had Nora refused to explain
about the pistol-shot? Any woman
had q perfect right to shoot q man
who forced his way into her apart
mont Was he one Of those mad fools
who had fallen In love with her. and
had become desperate? Or was 1t
some one she knew and against whom
she did not wish to bring any charges?
Abducted! And she might be, at this
very moment, suffering all sorts of In
dignities. 1t was horrible to be so
helpless.
The sparkle of the sunlight upon the
ferrule of cane. extending over his
shoulder, broke in on his agonizing
thoughts. He turned, an angry word
on the tip of his tongue. He expected
to see some tourist who wanted to be
informed.
Ted Courtlandt!" He Jumped up,
overturning the stool. And where the
dickens did you come from? thought
you were in the Orient?"
"Just got back, Abby"
The two shook hands and eyed each
other with the appraising scrutiny Of
friends Of long standing.
you don't change any," said Alb
bolt.
Nor do you. I've been standing
behind you fully two minutes. What
were you glooming about? Old Silenus
offend your"
Have you read the Herald this
morning?"
Il never read 1t nowadays. They
are always giving me roast of some
kind. Whatever i do they are bound
to misconstrue It." Courtlandt stopped
and righted the stool, but sat down on
the grass, his feet in the path. Whats
the trouble? Have they been after
your"
Abbott rescued the offending paper
and shaking 1t under his friends nose,
said: Read that"
Courtlandt's eyes widened consider
ably as they absorbed the significance
of the heading-"Eleonora da Toscana
missing
"Bah!" he exclaimed.
"You say bah?"
1T looks like one Of their advertis-
Ing lodges. know something about
singers" Courtlandt added. IT en-
gineered musical comedy once
you do not know anything about
her." cried Abbott holly.
That's true enough" Courtlandt
finished the article. folded the paper
and returned 1t. and began digging In
the path with his cane.
But what want to know Is. who
the devil 10 this mysterious blond
stranger" Abbott flourished the pa
per again. II tell you.> it's no adver-
Using dodge. She's been abducted.
The blond!"
Courtlandt ceased boring into the
earth. "The story says that she re-
fused to explain this blond chaps
presence in her room. What do you
make of that?"
Perhaps you think the fellow was
her press agent?" was the retort
Lord, no! But 1t proves that she
knew him, that she did not want the
police to find him. At least, not at
that moment. Who's the Italian?" sud.
denly.
Il can youch for him. He is . gen.
tleman, honorable as the day g long,
even II he is hot-headed at times.