The Parma herald. (Parma, Idaho) 1903-1917, 1914-07-02

Irish all over. But for all that, you
will nnd that her disappearance viii
turn out to be a diva's whim. Hang
It. Suds. I've had some experience with
singers"
you are a blockheadl" exploded
the younger man.
IAN right. am" Courtlandt
laughed. Come on over to the Souf-
fiet and have drink with me-"
I'm not drinking today" tersely.
There's too much ahead for me to
do"
Going to start out to find herr Oh.
Sir Galahad!" ironically. ABBY, you
used to be sport I'll wager hun
dred against bottle OF pop that to-
morrow or next day she'll turn up
serenely. with a statement that she
was tdisposed. sorry not to have mott
fed the directors, and all that. They
do 1t repeatedly every season"
But an errand OF mercy, the
strange automobile which cannot be
found? The engagement to dine with
the baron? Celeste Fournier's state
ment? You can't get around these
things. tell you. Nora isn't that
kin6. She's too big in heart and mind
to stoop to any such Devices" vehe-
mently.
Nora! That looks pretty serious,
Abby You haven't gone and made q
fool OF yourself, have your"
What do vott coll mo Lfno fol -
myself?" truculently.
You aren't a sutton, are you? An
accepted suitor?" unruffed. rather
kindly.
mo, but | would to heaven that /
were!" Abbott jammed the newspa-
per into his pocket and slung the stool
over his arm. Come on over to the
studio until get some money"
you are really going to start 8
5earch?"
Il really am. I'd start one just as
quickly for you, II heard that you
had vanished under mysterious cir
,nmstances."
Il believe you honestly would"
You are an old misanthrope.
lope some woman puts the hook into
'ou some day. Where did you pick up
he crouch? Some of your dusky
rincesses give you the go-by?"
You. too. Abby?"
"Oh, rot OF course | never be-
eved any of that twaddle. Only. I've
OF a sore head today If you knew
fora as well as | do, you'd under
tand."
Courtlandt continued toward the
Kit, his head forward, his gaze bent
the path. He had the air of a man
eep In thought. philosophic thought,
hich leaves the brows unmarried by |
lose corrugations known as frowns.
ct his thoughts were far from philo-
ophic. Indeed, his soul was In mad
irmoil. He could have thrown his
rms toward the blue sky and cursed
loud the fates that had set this new
lngle at his feet. He longed for the
lngles and some mad beast to vent
is wrath upon. But he gave no sign.
% had returned with purpose as
ard and grim as iron; and no OBJ
'acle, less powerful than death,
lould divert or control him. Abduc-
on? Let the public believe what II
light; he held the key to the mys-
Try. She was afraid, and had taken
light. So be it.
Il say. Ted" called out the arttst
what did you mean by saying that
gu were Dutchman?"
Courtlandt paused SO that Abbott
light catch up to him. II said that
as Dutchman?"
Yes. And it has Just occurred IN
le that you meant something"
"oh, yes. You were talking of De-
oscana? Let's call her Harrigan II
III save time. and no one will know
whom we refer. You said she was
'ish, and that when she said thing
ne meant 1t. My boy, the Irish are
glorious for claiming that. Thew
lten say 1t before they see clearly.
ow, we Dutchmen-it takes a long
me for us to make up our minds
Ut when we do, something has got To
end or break"
You don't mean to say that you are
Ding to settle down and get mar
ed?"
I'm not going to settle down and
&c married. If that will ease your
ind any"
Man, was hoping!"
Three meals a day in the same
'use. with the same woman. never
'pealed to me-"
what do you want, one for each
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