The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1914-07-24

at Wholesale III eat THIS one.
He lighted his cigar, and gave him
self up to the delights Of 1t.
Courtlandt Ioomed in the doorway.
"Comfortable?"
Perfectly. Good cigar. comfortable
chair, fine view"
Young men began to drift in and
out The air became heavy with
smoke, the prevailing aroma being
that of Turkish tobacco of which Har-
r.Ean was not at all fond. But his cigar
was so good that he was determined
not to stir until the coal began to
tickle the end OF his nose. Since
Molly knew where he was there was
no occasion to worry
Abbott came in, pulled, q cigarette
case out OF his pocket, and impatiently
struck q match. His hands shook q
little and the flare Of the match re-
vealed a pale and angry countenance.
Hey, Abbott. here's a seat. Get
your second wind"
Thanks" Abbott dropped into the
chair and smoked quickly. Very
stufty out there. Too many"
you look it. Having good timer
"Oh. fine!" There was catch In
the laugh which followed, but Harri-
gan's ear was not trained for these
subtleties Of sound. How are you
making out?"
I'm getting acclimated. Where's
the colonel tonight? He ought to be
around here somewhere"
IAf h e.
When you see him again. send him
in. He's live one, and like to hear
him talk,
I'm go at once" crushing his ciga-
rette in the Jeypore bowl.
What's your hurry? You look like
a man who has just lost his job"
Been steering German countess.
She was wound up to turn only one
way, and am groggy. I'll send the
colonel over. By-by."
Nov, what's stung the boy?"
Nora was enjoying herself famously.
The men hummed around her like bees
around the sweetest rose. From time
to time she saw Courtlandt lowering
about the outskirts. She was glad he
had come; the lepidopterist is latent
or active In most women; to impale
the butterfly. the moth, falls easily into
the daily routine She was laughing
and testing with the men. Her mother
stood by. admiringly.
This time Courtlandt gently pushed
his way to Nora's side.
May / have dancer" he asked.
you are too late" evenly. She
was becoming used to the sight Of
him. much to her amazement.
Il am sorry"
4 why, Nora, didn't know that your
card was filledI" said Mrs. Harrigan.
She had the maternal eye upon Court
landt
Nevertheless" said Nora sweetly.
st is a fact"
Il am disconsolate," replied Court
landt. who had approached for forms
sake only, being fully prepared for a
refusal. Il have the unfortunate habit
of turning up late" with a significance
which only Nora understood
$50, those who are late must suf-
fer the consequences"
Supper"
/ 1.-THE Barone rather than you"
The music began again, and Abbott
| whirled her away. She was dressed In
Burmese taffeta, rich orange. In the
/ dark of her beautiful black hair there
was the green luster of emeralds; an
| Indian-p princess necklace of emeralds
and pearls was looped around her daz-
zling white throat.
Unconsciously Courtiandt sighed au-
dibly, and Mrs. Harrigan heard this
note of unrest.
who is that? 2" asked Mrs. Harrigan.
Flora Desimone's husband, the
duke. He and Mr.. Harrigan were hav-
ing quite a conversation in the smoke
room
What" In CONSERVATION.
"They were getting along finely
when left them"
Mrs. Harrigan felt her heart sink
The duke and James together meant
nothing short of catastrophe; for
James would not know whom he was
addressing, and would make all man.
ner OF condolences She knew some.
thing would happen If she let him out
of her sight. He was eternally talking
to strangers.
Would you mind telling Mr.. Harri-
gan that wish to see him?"
mot at all"
Nora stopped at the end of the ball.
room. Donald. let us go out into the
garden. want a breath OF air. Did
you see herr"
Couldn't help seeing her. 1t was
the duke, ! suppose. 1t appears that
he is an. old friend of the duchess.
i Well go through the conservatory. It's
shortcut"
The night was full OF moonshine; II
danced upon the water; 1t fired the
hligree tops Of the solemn cypress; ii
laced the lawn with quivering
shadows: and heavy hung the cloyins
perfume OF the lockwood hedges.
20 beIlissima notta!" she sang. rs
It not glorious?"