Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1914-09-25
CHAPTER v-contInued.


ing sunlight, was like to gladden. the
eyes of all mankind. She was beauti-
full, and all adjectives applicable would
but serve to confuse rather than to
embellish her physical excellence. She
was as beautiful as a garden rose Is,
needing no defense, no ramparts OF
cloying phrases. The day Of poets Is
gone, otherwise she would have been
sung in cantos She was tall, shapely,
deep-bosomed. fine-skinned. Critics,
In praising her charms, delved into
mythology snd folklore for compari-
sons, until there wasn't goddess left
on Olympus or on Northland's Icy
capes; and when these images became
a little shop-worn, referred to certain
masterpieces of the old fellows who
had left nothing more to be said in
oils. Nora enjoyed 1t all.
She had not been happy in the selec-
ton of her stage name: but she had
chosen Eleanora da Toscana because
she believed there was good luck in
it. Once, long before the world knew
of her, she had returned home from
Italy Unexpectedly. molly. here's
Nora, from Tuscany" her delighted
father had cried; who at that time
had a nebulous idea that Tuscany was
somewhere in Ireland because 1t had a
Celtic ring to it. Being filled with love
of Italy, its tongue, its history, Its
physical beauty, she naively trans
lated mora from Tuscany" into Ital-
thot oh ~
upon the stage she would be known
by that name. There had been some
smiling over the pseudonym but
Nora was Irish enough to cling to it
BY and by the great music-loving pub
lie ceased to concern itself about hel
name; 1t was her fresh beauty and
her wonderful voice they craved to see
perors and expresses, princes ant
princesses-what is called royalty anC
nobility in the newspapers freely gave
her homage. Quite a rise in the world
for a little, girl who had once lived II
a shabby apartment in New York anC
run barefooted on the wet asphalts
summer nightsl
Out NOid was uOl lCNdliinb III
happy scenes of her childhood; In
deed, no; she was still threatening
Paris. Once there, she would not lacl
for reprisals. To have played on he
pityl To have made a lure of he
tender concern for the unfortunate
Never would she forgive such base
ness. And only little while ago sh
hod hano ho oC a MI oh inc
to which they compared her. Neve
had she wronged anyone; she had bee
kindness and thoughtfulness to a
with whom she had come in contac
But from now on Her fiji
gers frightened round the bars Sh
might have posed as Dido when sh
learned that the noble Aeneas wa
dead. War war; woe to the moths VIII
nuttered about her head hereafterl
All, but had she been happy? He
hands elid down the bars. Her e
preston changed. The mouth droope
the eagle-light in her eyes dimme
From out the bright morning, som
where, had come WEAKNESS, and wit
this came weakness. and finally, tear
OuC uCdiU TIC hC9 Turn III the iOC
They had never come so early befor
She was astonished to see that h,
TALLER did not close the door as usui
He put down the breakfast tray on Il
table. There was tea and toast al
fruit.
"Mademoiselle, there has been a te
rible mistake" said tSe man humbly
"Ahl So you have found that out
she cried.
yes. You are not the person (
whom this room was intended" Viii
was half truth and perfectly TIL
paradoxical as It may seem. Eat 20
breakfast in peace. You are fr'
mademoiselle."
"Free7 You viii not hinder me Il
walk through that door,"
mo, mademoiselle. On the &C
trary, I shall be very glad. and so W
my brother, who guards you at mig
repeat, there has been frightful m
take. Monsieur Champeaux d.
Monsieur ChamDeaux?" Nora "
bewildered. She had never heard Il
name before.